Nightmares Of Hunger

“Thou Shalt love thy Neighbor as thyself.” - Leviticus 19:18

          When winter hit people thought the temperatures would slow the walkers and runners down. It was a theory brought up by the local radio station that was trying to help people in situations like starvation, bad/no shelter, etc. I for one never left the house. I had, and still have, tons and tons of water and at the time I also had about six frozen meals left in the freezer. I ate one frozen meal per week. I know it wouldn’t last, but that’s all I had. People in my neighborhood didn’t stack up on food and water. They didn’t know any better. I thought Electricity, Water, and Gas would shut off permanently so I stocked up on water and food. That’s why I’m still alive and they aren’t. You can blame the radio for the event that happened next.

          It was a cold bloody day in Michigan, and I say cold bloody day for a reason. Outside my front door peep hole looked like Jason Voorhees’s Winter Wonderland. Blood and Guts covering the beautiful snow. The only snow angles outside, in the snow, where the ones struggling for there lives as the new form of the Devil ripped through there skin and devoured with no remorse. I remember seeing survivors opening there doors thinking it was clear and getting attacked by the evil that waited there for them. I saw families say there last goodbyes that day and it got me wondering what kind of sick god would let something like this happen. Survivors where fighting for there lives as runners and walkers tore into them and in the end where do they go? Heaven? How could one believe in a heaven built by a god who would let something like this happen.

          Maybe this is all a test of faith, if it is then I have failed. People died right in front of my eyes and I just sat there. The worst thing I did, or should I say didn’t do, was not help the little girl next door. The little girl had a bite mark on her wrist and was frantically knocking at my door for five minutes screaming for help. I just stared at her through my peep hole and eventually she turned and started banging on my door for a new need, food. It took her hours to grow tired of me and venture off, but with that on my conscience I grew new nightmares. Nightmares of hunger. I couldn’t sleep that night. Every time id fall asleep I would have the image of the little girl begging for food in my dreams. I couldn’t take it. The guilt of not helping her grew and grew on me to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to the kitchen and warmed up all my Frozen Dinners. One by one I threw them out my front door and almost immediately got runners and walkers attention. I threw them quickly for I saw runners charging at me. I was able to close my door and lock it before the runners could get me. I looked out my peep hole and saw them taking the food. For some reason it felt like a had done some good, but then it hit me, I just threw away the last of my food supplies and revealed my self to a bunch of hungry carnivores. I think at that moment I turned into a full blown stupid, hungry, Atheist.