I had just sat down on the couch, and turned the television on to watch Nightmare On Elm St. I had the popcorn popped, a glass bottle of Dr Pepper, and the comfy blanket my mom gave me when I was 12. I was on my own this weekend, which was really a big deal for me. I had only been 16 for acouple of months, and before now mom and dad had only let me stay by myself for acouple of hours. This was the whole weekend, but unlike a lot of guys my age I wasn't having a party. All my friends were out of town visiting family on Christmas break.
The movie hadn't been on very long, I had just watched Tina being gutted like a pig on the ceiling. The channel suddenly went blank, and then George Hamil came on WDZE news channel two. He stared at the camera for several minutes while reading a paper placed on the desk infron ot him. His face looked very puzzled, as if he didn't believe what the papper said. I watched the color fall from the face of this very tan man. He finally broke his silence.
"Our aaapologies for interrupting scheduled programming, we have breaking news. This jusss just in."
He paused again looking for words, that obviously couldn't come.
"I don't even know what, or how to say what I have to say. So we're just going to go live to Tom Eddleman."
The picture suddenly shifted to Tom Eddleman who appeared to be on the outshirts of town, next to what we call cemetary road. A collection of churchs, and cemetaries seperated only be the Logan St. Johns bridge. Tom Eddleman was frantic, movig towards what appeared to be a police baracade. He stopped and turned towards the camera.
"Are we live?"
"Yea Tom we're live."
"Folks words can't describe the scene we're seeing on Licoln Ave. The dead, are rising from their graves!"
I laughed loudly thinking this had to be some sort of joke. he couldn't possibly serious. Any minute now he's going to start laughing, exclaiming that he can't do it.
"I know this sounds insane, it sounds impossible, it sounds like a joke. This is no fucking joke!"
The camera panned around to the baracade, and focused past the shoulders of the frantically firing police officers. I could see dark figures covered in mud and dirt staggering towards the baracade.
"Lets see if we can get closer"
Tom Eddleman and his camera man start making their way through the parked police cars towards the baracade. Several cops run by, but no one stops Tom and his camera man. As the camera again shoots over the shoulders of the police officers I can make out details of the figures walking towards the baracade. I can not muster breath from my lungs when I the camera gains its focus. Ive watched zombie movies, and horror movies ever since I gained my nerve as a kid. Nothing Ive ever seen could prepare me. There were dead bodies standing walking towards the baracade. As the bullets from the rifles hit them you could see pieces flying off, limbs falling from their torso's. Bodies would fall, but continue dragging themselves forwards. I could hear groaning, and screaming coming from the crowd of dead making their way to the baracade. I heard pounding at my door, and sprang from the couch and ran down the hallway. It must be my mom and dad. They forgot the house key I told myself. They'll know what to do. Dad was a Marine Recon Scout, he'll keep us safe. I open the door, and cold wet arms wrap around my body. I fall to the floor hearing a groaning. I look up at this face, this face with skin hanging off of it. The smell of decaying flesh fills my nose. I turn and start pulling myself out from under this dead body. I feel its teeth sink into my neck, and feel the warm blood pouring down my neck. I look up and see blood spraying the wall before it all goes black.