It' s been 2 weeks since this whole thing started.
It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone
thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers.
Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of
victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The
animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean up
volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in
Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They
could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that' s when
it all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out.
There was 6 minutes of broadcast before it went silent. 6 minutes of
screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like
rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore
weren' t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were
attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was
sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for 6 minutes. 6
minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening.
They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a
cute human interest story, but they couldn' t make us unsee what we saw.
I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on
the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They
had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didn' t
matter. It wasn' t an infection we were afraid of, it was them.
4 days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet
we' d all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didn' t know who
to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but
it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn' t make it. 3 days later
they arrived in my town.
I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that' s where the
movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running
to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to
make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on
the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable.
They were aware.
A group of them made there way through a building across the street,
They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing
through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade
wasn' t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and
jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one
last look across the street, and I wish I hadn' t. In a second story window,
my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into
the room and locked the door.
I don' t have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest
place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock.
I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, So I could stay for a while.
So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears.
I began to feel like I may have , it had been 2 hours and no
sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on.
Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait
it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running
full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was
a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps
moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall
beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black
darkness of the room. .5. nother bang, and another. They knew I was there
and they knew I was scared.
This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start, I had
nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in,
I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it
harder for them to get in, And then it got worse.
why don' t you open the door?"
A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a
quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them.
we' come for you."
you' ll be happier if you open the door"
The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me,
to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would
drive people insane but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness
and hoped and prayed that they' d get bored. But they don' t get bored and
they don' t leave. I managed to USE the mirror to peak under the door, only
to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams
and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago...
I don' t know what to do anymore... maybe it won' t be so bad.,,