This was inspired by a conversation I had with my friend, which is now written at the bottom of this work.
I looked up into Lewis’s bright eyes and he smiled. Then, it feel from his face and replaced with a look of pure horror. I turned around as a zombie caught my arm and bit me. I flung and hit at it, my years of tai kwan do coming in useful for once. He leapt away and I ran off, Lewis was already gone.
I ran about the town, nursing my injured arm. I found a skip and hid behind it. Dark water pooled behind it and I sat next to the congealed mulch, a drip from an overhanging drainpipe dripping on my head every few minutes. Just like a torture chamber.
Reluctantly, I pulled away the soft material of my hoodie to look at where the undead had ravaged my skin. I retched. I pulled off my jumper and wrapped it around my injured limb tightly. Perhaps that way, the curse the creatures carried wouldn’t spread.
How had they got in here? Who had let this happen? Why did I have to be a victim? Where was Lewis? Why wasn’t anyone trying to stop this, to save us again?
I could see the graveyard behind the church. The graves were all empty, the curse has reached our own dead too. The dirt that covered them had been scratched away leaving claw marks in the dry earth.
The tall spires of the church cut into the sky. I hummed to myself;
Be thou my vision, Oh Lord of my heart
Be naught all else to me save that thou art
Vision, that’s what you need in a crisis. The vision to see past it.
Lewis crept out from behind the shop opposite. I stood up lithely.
“Lewis!” I called. He turned, saw me. His eyes widened and he whimpered. Why?
“Lewis, I was so worried about you!” He stayed stock still and didn’t look me in the eye. He looked at my arm. Couldn’t he tell I wasn’t one of them? That if I could speak with such eloquence I hadn’t been tainted?
“Kerys.” He shuddered.
“Kerys get away from me.”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He screamed, finding his voice and feet at once. He ran behind the church and away from me.
I walked towards him, towards the graveyards. I looked up at the bright sun and fluffy, white clouds. It didn’t seem right, it wasn’t real without lightening and rain to accompany the horror.
I looked over to Dad’s grave. I jumped into the empty hole, pulling dirt over myself. I lay there. I cried. I screamed. I hated. And then I thought.
I thought about how it was. How it was that time was ticking, and I could never tell. That anything anyone’s ever believed has been a myth and there is nothing after this life, a bleak emptyness filled with an accidental coincidense of everything, a space unfilled and unfillable, just as I feel unloved and unlovable.
I grew tired of waiting for an end. I tried to find a change. I crawled back out the shallow grave and small pile of dirt that pinned me down, and rested on my arm to look at the world. There were distance screams and birdsong. There were 2 people in front of me, finally announcing their love for one another. I wonder why that is. I know time has moved on, the sun is further round it’s course and the clouds have found new shapes. But just as the sun keeps in an endless round, so do we.
You might think your stories different, but it’s all the same. The fantastic story of life comes down to 5 simple chemicals in the brain and what could be an optical illusion. Something that could’ve been so different, yet it’s it’s existence does not prove nor disprove an intelligent design, it just creates another thing to wonder about.
I fell back into Daddy’s grave and waited for my story to end.
And here's the conversation that inspired this:
*laughs uncontrollably for no apparent reason*
im so creepd out
*just wants to be loved*
*crawls back into grave with noone to love and waits silently for an end to the universe*
that was intense
*wonders to self if there will be an end to the world, if time is even ticking, if everything anyone's ever beleived has been a myth and there is nothing after this, a bleak empty space filled with an accidental coincidence, a space not filled and unfillable, just she feels she id unloved and unlovable*
*crawls back into the sense of nothingness that is the outside world, and thoughh she is sure time has been ticking away, nothing is gone and nothing has changed. She realises the repetative aspects to human life, the fantastic story that falls down to five insignificant chemical feelings, a reaction that could've been so different, yet doesn't prove intelligent design or a world outside of this, nor disproved as a hypothesis it is.*
this is scary
That was some deep thoughts for a zombie. I thought they were brainless save for eating them.