"So it comes down to just me. I haven't seen a single person show up in this damn town. If you counted all the dead, then I guess you could say that I have a lot of friends. You know, people/things that keep you company when you are down and out. I thought about this girl that I knew in the 8th grade. Man, was she sexy. At a ripe young age of 14 I saw her and immediately fell in love. Or what I thought to be love. We had a good thing going on up until the second year of high school. She had kissed another boy, and that broke my heart. When this all of this happened and the word spread about zombies, I didn't have a doubt in my mind that she was going to turn into one. It wasn't until after she had decided to 'cheat' on me that I understood that she was a stupid whore and that she was playing with my heart like one of the dead. I couldn't really understand what my brain was trying to tell me at the time. There had to be a mistake. But there wasn't. So when I heard that there were dead people running around on the broadcast, after the accident at the party, I knew that it would be the perfect time to settle things. I'd get to play with her heart a little bit. Get a chance to tell her what I really thought.
I went to her house, she still lived on the same street. With houses in perfect rows as if they were standing in line for the massive funeral that was going to go down. Each house a coffin. Except, the dead people inside of them weren't really dead.
At the time, the street was silent. No birds, no cars, no dead walking with their entrails hanging out. Just silence. It was dusk outside, and the gray sky was like cement in comparison to the bright green and blue houses that I stood outside of. Wary if I was actually going to pay my ex-girlfriend a little visit. I had thought about what I was going to do if I found her and she wasn't one of them, how I'd explain myself for coming over. I didn't have feeling for her anymore. I just really wanted to pay her back, or at least her corpse. Sometimes, it pays off to be a little cynical. But then again, if she was alive, what would I do then? Even though I hated her a lot now, I couldn't leave her crying and huddled up in a corner like that. Plus, she might be my only alternative to not seeing anyone for the next couple of weeks, or months, or maybe even years.
The scene was as you'd expect it to be. Desolate street with a guy standing in the middle of it. Cars up on the side walk and smashed into the houses. Everything was tinted and had a Gothic feel to it. Gothic as in extremely gloomy and almost mysterious. There were no sounds, except for the bugs that. The light was fading into the night sky and everything was leaving me. The street lights, thank who-ever-is-up-there, were still on though. Probably running on some kind of back-up generators or something. From what I could see, the lawns were still getting watered with timed sprinkler systems. A commodity that lived on after this death. I could see a couple of dead bodies sprawled on the pavement down the street. No way it would be one of the dead. Because the heads were severed and the insides had left a huge spot on the floor. I had walked passed them on the way here. There wasn't anything of value inside of them. Nothing I think one of those things would have wanted. There wasn't even anything in the pockets. I checked.
But now I stood here, in front of my ex's house. Contemplating whether or not I should discover if she was dead or alive. I thought about this for a second or two.Then I thought about the guy she had kissed. Then I thought about all of the following guys that she had been with. She didn't even figure to wait a couple weeks or even a month. Young love dies hard. And if you're lucky, it dies and then comes to life so you can really give it a piece of your mind.
I walked up the stoop, and unconsciously rang the doorbell. I didn't know what for. I thought about it, and then I just turned the knob. At this time, I had figured to take some kind of weapon. I decided to take the wrench that happened to be in the tow truck that I had passed earlier. The door opened and to my surprise, it didn't make the slightest sound. Nothing. I opened it a crack and felt the wall for the light. It had been getting dark for some time, and the front room was dead silent with pitch black. I couldn't tell if what I was doing was the right thing at the time, I didn't figure that I'd be attracting anything, 'cause the house had been all boarded up. I flipped the switch. What I saw in there was something I couldn't really explain. I don't know if it was shock or awe, but I did know that it was messed up. I mean, really fucking messed up.
At least I knew where she still lived. Even if it was a fucked up situation, I'm sure that her parents knew what they were doing. And it didn't surprise me that I was right this whole time. She had turned into one of the damned. Her parents hadn't. From the looks of things, they had been frightened and tied her up like a dog on a leash. The inside of the house was stained in blood. By this time, I was always too shocked to care about what was going on, and all the guts and death didn't phase me yet.
The furniture was from the early 50's and there was an old town home feel to it. There were pictures of all the family. Her family, her friends. Everything that reminded her of a life that she had when she was younger. Now they reminded me of a life. Actually it just reminded me of life. Now she was on the living room floor. I walked over, and then she put her hand up and began to lift her self up. I could see as she got up the bullet holes that had entered her like so many guys that I've known. The failed attempts to free their daughter. The parents lay on the floor. Both of them had their head blown off with a shotgun. Much needed suicide. I couldn't imagine the last few moments they had to spend with that slut of a dead girl that they called her daughter. She had the worst STD as far as they were concerned. I guess that they just couldn't take it anymore.
She stood up now and lunged forward, immediately being held back by the noose that didn't work right. I could see her dead eyes looking at me. It might have been a little pussy of me to finally have the balls to come see her after all these years, even though she was dead. But I frankly couldn't give a fuck. Pay back is a bitch, and this way, everyone wins."