My friend always hated the word "So". We continue where we left off. Me and my brother are going to have a party with our friends at the cinema to try and give our minds a rest from the zombie situation. This one definatley is a zombie story. I still have nightmares about this.
The "cinema" was in fact a disused pub. All the windows were boarded up exept one at the back, which served as our door. In all, not including me, Tawit, or Ginger, about 6 people turned up. Hardly suprising, since at school that day there was a grand total of 50 pupils of the schoold former 400 students. Ginger pluged the projector into the laptop and shon it on the wall where I hung up towels to be our screen. We emptied all the sweets and crisps into a big (I mean huge) bowl and set up cusions and mattrises around it. We turned all the lights off and put on head torches and commensed with the comedy marathon. We watched a few episodes of Mock the Week and about 4 of QI and then we started with the Friends box set. We watched Friends until the wee hours when we all just fell sleep without realising.
When we woke there was sunlight creeping round the gaps of the plywood on the windows and the Friends menu was playing over and over on the wall as some of the towels must have fallen down over night. We all got up, packed everything away and left out the back window. The sun was high in the sky, so it must have been either just before or just past midday, I thought probably the latter, considering how late we went to bed. We all went to our respective houses and I was about to walk through the gate when Tawit grabbed my arm and pulled me down behind it.
"What do you think you're doing?!" I hissed at him. Lack of sleep always puts me in a bad mood.
"I don't think we can go home.." He said, and pointed to a broken window in our house.
"So what, there's a broken window? We've lived in this house when there's been holes in the walls!" I said in a harsh whisper. I just wanted to go home and see Warisaro who had been at Uni in Cambridge for the past few weeks and came home the night before. He just pointed at the window again and got a pair of binoculars out of his bag and gave them to me to look through. Why on earth would he have binoculares in his bag? I thought, What else has he got in there? I looked through the window and saw my mother standing there, swaying, with a vacant expression on her face. Her skin was grey, but it wasn't sagging, and as far as I could see all her limbs were still attached.
More than I could say for Warisaro.
I could see her through the living room doorway. She was laying on the kitchen table with a hockey stick held loosely in one hand. Her legs were little more than bloody stumps that poked from benieth her blood stained rah-rah skirt. The less I say about the rest of her the better.
You may think, nah it's not that gruesome! I see worse in horror films. I'd say, true, you do see worse in horror films. But rarely in horror films do 12 year olds see their sisters lying dead on familiar tables, ripped limb from limb by their own parents. That's worse than anything you see in any of the Saw silms. Much worse. It does stuff to your head.
We were silent for a long moment, each of us looking in wide eyed horror through one scope of the binoculars each. We were both white as a sheet, Tawat's mouth was hanging slightly open and mine was clamped tightly shut. Perhaps eating so much the night before wasn't such a good idea and I had to fight from seing it all again.
There were great puddles of blood on the table by Wari's legs, and bloody smears all up the peppermint green walls. Chairs lay on their sides, strewn around the room, and the shelves that held our school photos was smashed to pieces, and I assume that the pictures lay on the floor, but we could only see what was directly behind the window, framed like a bloody picture. You may use as many meanings on the word "bloody" there as you feel fit, they all work.
Still crouched, I relinquished the binoculars, turned and lent back on the gate with my eyes clenched tightly shut, talking deep slow breaths. I heard Tawit swallow and turn around so he was slouched next to me. He looked a sickly shade of green and his eyes were wide and haunted. My eyes felt dry and itchy, and I could still see the blood hovering on the air behind him. I looked away, but the floating blood followed me. I shut my eyes again. I didn't even notice when I started humming. I said it did stuff to your head.
"Kiwi... Iakoiatasteris, are.... are you okay?" In some distant part of my brain, I could hear that he was concerned about me, but I didn't open my eyes for I knew the blood would be waiting, and if anything I started humming louder; I imagined I could hear the flies around my sister. "Come on, we can't stay here, you know mum, she might have let dad out before she became a Runner." He pulled me up by my elbow and slowly led me away.
I don't know where he took me, I had my eyes closed all the way (when I look back on it, it was kind of selfish, making him look after me when he had just seen exactly the same thing). When he managed to coax my eyes open several hours later I was in a clearing in some woods somewhere, surrounded by people. All were thin with haunted eyes, their clothes were in tatters, their faces dirty. All were armed in one way or another, some had guns, some had axes, some had crow bars, some were even armed with clubs.
"Don't be scared, Helena." Tawit said in a hushed whisper, "These're our friends." I don't what what they were, but the certainly didn't look friendly.