wolf creek day 3....

first zed encounter since little willy and his mom.
she was ambling up the road, looked totally normal....

i was moving non perishables to the roof of the ski rental area. there is some shelter up there, and i figured if the going gets tough....then i could hold out up there. found 3 cases each of corn, peas and green beans. 2 cases of dehydrated mashed potatoes. 2 industrial sized tuna cans....the list reads like a bad day at a cafeteria. the dogs don't have any food...as far as pet food. they will be better off on meat and veggies anyway. I will have to leave behind some of my better beliefs and try for an elk or deer or something today. i won't let them starve...and they aren't big on mashed potatoes.

Anyway, I spotted her several hundred yards off.

She didn't move like the undead. She was making her way up the hill and would stop and look around every few steps...as if she was looking for someone or something. i climbed down the hatch ladder into the rental shop area. The dogs were asleep in the corner, I went passed them quietly. Luckily they didn't wake up. By the time i had removed the piping i had used to secure the doors, she was no more than 100 feet from the store. I noticed that she was smiling and i thought the hand gesture was a wave. I walked up to her, asking how she was and had she heard me broadcast on the cb. She flipped her head from side to side, like she had been doing since i saw her. Blood was trickling down out of her left ear. Her mouth ripped into a perfect little grin. She didn't run after me, or put up her arms, or even moan. She just kept up her steady walk. Step, step, step.......shake of her head. That is when i noticed the half pencil sticking out of her ear.

A split second thought....had someone tried to dispatch her that way?

Step, step, step....shake. Smack, crack......down she went.

I leaned over her and looked into those dead eyes. Bloodshot, and pale blue. I rolled her over and checked for any thing in her pockets. There was a small note.

Elizabeth,

I don't know what is going on, but I am leaving without you.

Johnny.

It was written in pencil.

I grabbed Elizabeths dirty feet and dragged her body a few hundred yards back down the hill. Went back to the base, grabbed some charcoal fluid and a lighter. Walked slowly back down to where she lay and dumped fluid over her until she reaked of more than just shit. I bent over, clicked the lighter and her clothes ignited immediately. I watched her body burn. The acrid stench and smoke of burning flesh coalesced into the air and over the trees. The skin melted back, exposing the fat and sinew to the fire. It popped and gurgled.

Ashes to ashes.........

I wonder if that pencil made for a semi brain-dead zombie. Was that why she didn't attack?

P.s. Elizabeth, Johnny was an asshole.