Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26060404-20150131043216

Zombie Outbreak Epilogue

Let me begin by saying that I am the victim in this whole ordeal. I admit that I have killed dozens, and depending on how you look at it, hundreds of people, it wasn’t my fault. Just here me out:

This all started about 3 months ago, and it's kind of strange how one remembers the first time they see a person truly shed blood. It was a chilly night, then again, when was it ever not chilly in Maine? I was driving home from my shitty shift work as a patties flipper for Portland's local McDonald's. As I took another look at the passing scenery zipping by my cheap Sedan, so too did I  remember my utter failure at life. A high-school dropout with little better to do with my time than masturbation and video games, living off a minimum wage job that can barely sustain my huge appetite, an enormous girth of fat surrounded me, and with greasy hair and acne ridden face a girlfriend was little more than another one of my fantasies, and yet there I was, living the life my step-father told me I would. That is, when he was kicking me out of the fuckin’ house, the ass.

   As I glanced over to my fuel gauge  I realize that I was dangerously low on gas.

      " Fuck, that asshole didn’t give me my allowance this week. Now I have to fuckin’ walk becasue of his fuckin’ shit!" I scream, and, as if on cue, the car sputtered and slowly grinded to a halt.

   "Well Shit" I yelled out, as the thought of the horrific walk to the nearest gas station entered my mind. A three mile trek that would take an eternity for me to conquer, at that time I wished for nothing more than for my pathetic life to end.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">    I opened my door and began walking, only then did I notice how few cars there were tonight. Strange, the streets were usually always crowded, even at this late an hour. Beginning to think of that led me to  notice the eerie silence that encompassed the streets and the inky blackness that swallowed everything, so I tried to divert my thoughts to how much of an ass my step dad was, and how I was going to get him back. I wasn't doing a great job of it, but I just kept walking.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After walking a mile and a half I noticed a familiar gas station sign, the broken concrete and run down building, just like any other. I guess only living in the city for a month leaves some allowances for forgetting where the gas stations are, but regardless, I was thrilled to see my journey cut in half. The lights were cut off. “The place was supposed to be open 24/7" I thought as I cursed whatever fucking god  was scoffing at my misfortunes. Out of a feeble hope, I tried the door. It was unlocked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I walk into the store to see  a peculiar sight. It torn to shreds. Cheetos, beer and the like thrown everywhere, in the back, the refrigeration area had the glass on the doors broken, it looked as if someone had robbed the place. The strangest part was that the clerk was just standing there, in the dark.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Thinking little of anything else but getting home, I start to walk over to him, to ask if  he could turn on pump number three, but as I go to reach for my wallet, it wasn’t there. I desperately search my pockets, but to no avail.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fuck,” I muttered, as I went to take the trip back to my car. It was then that he looked at me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He jumped the counter, and made a sprint. As he neared the  window I could more clearly see his face. Pupilless eyes, a cloudy grey skin and his jaw hanging at an unnatural angle, his grotesque figure hurdling at me at an ungodly speed, I was horrified. I tried to run, throwing down shelves and anything I could get my hands on to try to slow the fucker down. I vaguely remember tripping. and the warm feeling  of a liquid pooling around me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">How much time had passed since I woke up I cannot say, but when I did wake up I was standing. How can I be alive, I wondered, that fucker ate me. I tried to move, but my body wasn’t responding, I tried to kick, scream, anything, but I was just stood there.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">` <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As I looked through eyes I did not control I could see streets clogged with cars,  and I just standing there. Hours, days, the eternity of unimaginable boredom was excruciating, then, for no reason at all, I began to wander.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After a while, I came to a city, and people. There were so many of those who were just like me, a prisoner to their own bodies, doomed to see crimes that they unwillingly commit. A few day passed of our group aimlessly wandering, when some who still had control walked by. I was the first to move.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She screamed and ran. Begging for me to leave her alone. I wished I could have, but I continued to run, continued to pursue,  and eventually I caught her. My teeth sunk into her neck and the iron flavor of her blood filled my tongue. I was unable to look away, unable to vomit, unable to do anything else but consume her. Within a matter of seconds she was dead, and in another hour she was just like me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A month past and I became very good at hunting. I also became very good at losing myself in thought, I had to, otherwise I might have gone crazy. As I ate other people, I tried to think of my life before this plague. My thoughts usually went something like this:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m eating a steak, talking to my mom. It is so juicy and rare, my mouth is drooling. Something is wrong, my drool is hot, it tastes like water from a rusted pipe. It was then that I came too once more.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After a while, it stopped working. I was unable to make an escape. So I did what any other rational person would do,  I started to like it.

End of Part One

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