See I was born and raised through this the first time it all happened. Its nothing really new as all of you should know. Its not uncommon to hear about the unearthed causing hell some where on the news but now days its usually not even talked about for more then five minutes before the next big story. No, see the difference here, now, the living are just falling dead. They talked about that recently on the news but I thought it to be just speculation, It didn't work like that. The dead rose. That's its, The "DEAD" rose, not the living just falling over and turning. Well tom sure fucking proved it to me that is exactly how it works. I have to get the fuck out of this room. That's it I'm going to try, have to try. I actually did it, you are not going to believe what I found. Nothing absolutely nothing. Tom was there with a screwdriver sticking out of his head. I walked around the building, made my way to a window and looked out side. the worse thing I've seen ever. Deserted. Not a single soul. I think I'm going to stay here for one more sleep then venture out into the world. If you find this note don't come looking for me. Its doesn't matter if I'm alive or dead this wasn't for your personal pleasure or enlightenment. This was, well... its is what it is...
The road home....
"No fucking thank you..." Chris shivered so hard as he stepped outside into the cold air. Surprised at how cold it actually was considering how warm it was the day he went into that room, Behind that fucking door. Well it was just about fall when he went in. "Fuck..." It then dawned on him that he was still with out pants. He turned around and stared at the building, trying to figure out if its worth the effort to get his pants. The only thing that was worth getting was his wallet. His iPod had died a long time ago. Surveying the land, the carnage, the realization. His minds starts to run crazy, flooded with emotions and thoughts. First, His family then it dawned on him that this wasn't the same. This felt wrong, its felt bad. Really really bad. That uncomfortable feeling of walking into a room when something bad has happened and you know it but cant figure it out. That feeling when somethings a miss. He looked down at his watch. 3:53. "oh yeah....fucking door". After what seemed to be hours of shock just standing in one spot the only thing that broke his concentration was the faint sound of something that instantly brought great excitement, Like a bolt of lightning he was off across the parking lot towards the sound "Please don't stop....... PLEASE DON"T FUCKING STOP!!!"
He was running harder and faster then he has ever run in his life. Like his life depended on it, in fact this case that might very well be true. He made it but was running so fast he ended up hitting the car so fast he flipped over the side into the car. This on any other day would have caused him to go into a fit of laughter, except this time he landed right into the arms of a half eaten woman. With out skipping a beat he jumped up and started screaming trying to get away but managed to get him self wrapped up in the passenger seat belt. He finally gave up and excepted his fate and laid there, closed his eyes and waited for dinner to begin. After a moment he open his eyes and she was right there staring into his. Quickly he closed his eyes and began screaming horribly with every obscenity he could think of then finally started to cry from the stress of it all. Fucking door. Why did he have to leave that room. Could have just stayed there and died of starvation, at least that was a little more dignified. Then he felt it, a hand grab his shirt and in a micro second he snapped like cornered dog. Chris grabbed the hand and jerk as hard as he could and started flailing about swinging his arms he hit the creature so hard in the face. So hard he swore that a blow like that should have killed it. "FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER........FUCK THIS". Between the sound of a voice and the familiar sound of a shotgun raking in another round he froze in his spot. Heart racing faster then it was intended. Breath quickened almost as if he never stopped running. His eyes opened but he couldn't get them to focus. All the while the noise that started the all in the first place, the ringing. Its snapped him back to reality. When he was able to calm a little he became incredibly embarrassed with what was going on. He look to the zombie and she was still there, Though she was dead she wasn't a zombie. Then looked to his right, there standing was a silhouette, a shape of a person not that big but not entirely small holding something. Shielding his eyes from the noon time sun he seen the shape was of a younger man about the same age as him, holding both his now fiercely bruising jaw in one hand and in the other with a white knuckled grip a very apparently aim at his head. This is the first time that a shotgun ever looked so big.
"Hi??" Play coy, "great that's the best you can think of" Chris thinks to him self. He then tried to swat the gun away and succeeds but when he tried to escape he was still wrapped up in the seat belt and ends up falling completely in the dead ladies lap at the same time receives a smack to the head from the barrel of the weapon which is firmly being held with both hands now. "What happen to you face?" Trying to change the conversation as if the rifle was talking about something he really really didn't want to hear. "What happened to my fu..." he said in a tone that made his spine grow cold and with that chill he seen the intent grow deep in the eyes he still could barely see. Taking a second to figure out the puzzle that was the seat belt he finally got free. Quickly he turned back to the matter at hand trying to back up and the same keeping the black knight at bay, so to speak. "Look, before we go and do anything hasty" with the ending of the last syllable the mix of bare pants-less skin and at least 7 pints of not so fresh blood cause a brief episode of him falling over and over. Finally with balanced regained "Honestly I am sorry, You have got to understand at that very moment I was willing to give up. My kids, My wife, My life. I was ready to take it all and just say fuck it. But when you grabbed me I heard the laughter of my family and then something snapped I wasn't ready to give up. I fought, fought harder then I ever have, at the expense of your face. Again I'm sorry....... So in a way thank you??.
After a very long impregnated pause. The lone gunman sighed and aim the gun less at the his face and slightly a little more south which was bittersweet, a pro and con of sorts. "Why did you grab me anyway?" Chris Finally asked needing to break the silence. Again after a pause the guy set the shot gun down in the seat next to Chris which amazed, confused and frightened. All he could really do was sit there and stare. Should he take it, should he wait. What the fuck why the fuck would he just leave that there. "Relax..." The very soft voice broke through his crazy train of thought like a clap of thunder that went of right next to him. both jarring and surprising he snapped to attention. "Its not loaded...". "huh??" "The shotgun. Its not loaded never is." Says the violent savior. He rubbed it then reached into his pocket and pull out a soft pack of smokes and lit one. Lit it and enjoyed it for a moment looking at Chris he smirked and reached around and pulled a revolver out and waved it in a look what I got matter of fact way and said " this one here though is." with that he very casually shot the dead chick next to him absolutely scaring the shit out of him. "so lets not get to brave, kay?". Fucking door.
After a while the new guy finally flicked the butt down and stepped on it."You have a decent right hook. You almost took me. Aren't you going to find out what that noise is? I mean that what drew us over here isn't it?". He said us. "Uh S-s-sure". Realizing he still had the gun in hand he put it away. "Sorry force of habit, Look I'm not going to kill you, Don't really have any interest in it. Trust me if I wanted to I could but I was actually happy to see that you wasn't unearthed. Well now a days that term don't work sense anyone is going down. I was walking around heard the noise and followed it I turned the corner and seen you standing there. dirty and well pants-less. Might I ask, Why are you pants-less?" Fumbling around the mess finally finding a purse he searches it and finds a iPhone. It was an alarm with a message. Take your pill. He looked but all he seen was birth control. "Guess she wont be needing that" Chris said low. "I'm sorry?" asked the other guy. "oh nothing, My pants are on the third floor of that building you seen me stare at. Long story, We will get to that at another time. I haven't gotten your name yet." "Sorry, Lucas" he said putting out his hand. They shook hands and Lucas pulled on him a little gesturing him that he will help him out. "Well sense its a long story what do say we go over to that restaurant around the corner and make or selves some food you seem like you cold use some and I'm very hungry. That's actually where I was heading before I heard this little thing going off. Its amazing what you can hear with a city this quiet." Chris turned and look up at the third floor of the building again and look back at Lucas "Can we go get my pants first?"
To be continued.....