Chapter 3
As I’m running toward the crash victims, my body purposely attempts to stop me by violently slamming me into one of the cars, it selects the silver one that is connected accidentally to the blue car, which sits stalled in front of the three injured people. Extending my arms, I use my hands to hold myself up against it. I decide to take a look round at the blue car, at the lady hanging out of the smashed window screen and at the three wounded people behind it. It’s as though my brain seems to be finally accepting what my eyes see, because they are now showing me exactly how fucked up things really are, causing me to feel sick, physically sick.
Swallowing hard in an effort to keep my stomach fluids in a place they should be, I look over at the cream dress lady; she is actually wiggling pretty damn fast and groaning louder than what you would expect her to be. Her head is leaning at an unnatural angle as she is facing me, screwing up what is left of her face, allowing her broken flesh to dangle freely from it. She begins to snap her broken teeth aggressively at me; watching her do this starts to make me feel incredibly weak causing me to gip, almost vomit even. Staring in shock I notice a long thick piece of gloopy blood dribble from her mouth and stick to the car bonnet, it stretches stubbornly back and fourth as she moves her head. I can see the dress lady is exceedingly desperate to get to me and it frightens me as I watch her move. She pulls what is left of her legs, freeing them from the smashed window; she then rolls with no care in the world over the car bonnet and onto the road, creating a sickening thud as she connects hard with the concrete. Her broken arms outstretch before they begin dragging her body slowly my way; I can hear her sickly bones cracking with every forced movement.
Gasping in a state of shock as I step back slightly, I turn to run, this time away but sadly in a panic I stall again, standing frozen I face toward the injured man and now dismally, I notice what he is carrying. It’s the cream dress lady, it’s her legs!
He is ripping her flesh from the bone, chewing and eating it. I relax in a way as he thankfully isn’t paying any attention to me; the man seems to be very content with the leg. I can see he’s desperately consuming the dead fatty flesh like it’s the last piece of meat he will ever consume.
For some reason my eyes wonder away from the sickening sight, they move slightly to the right, behind the man and alarmingly at the two other ladies who are obviously not feeling content. Oh no, they are not contented at all. They have been disturbed by me and are now acting extremely rowdy. They both roar deadly at me snapping their damaged jaws as they start to hurry toward me, ooh shit they are coming for me fast, real fast.
I make an attempt to run but I cannot move, I really cannot fucking move. My body has chosen a bad time to freeze with fear again. My brain is really not getting along with my body today and the battle is going to get me killed. Feeling overwhelmed with fright, a small strained scream escapes my lips, a sad tear leaves my eye and I accept that right now, this is it, I’m going to die … the two women are going to eat me, like the man is eating the lady’s legs. I really don’t want to die this way I think as I‘m watching them approach.
“I really don’t want to die this way!” I yell in one last attempt to stop them, it fails miserably though as they continue on their warpath toward me.
“Hey move, don’t just stand there run!” staring and screaming at the group of aggressive, injured cannibals. I can hear someone yelling at me to run; it’s a rough loud male voice. My ears cannot quite grasp what he is shouting. I suddenly feel him now at my side, he starts to tug at my arm but I don’t make a move. He tugs again once, twice yet stupidly I yank my arm back and continue to scream as I look towards the ladies who are now almost at arms length away from me, they‘ve almost got me.
“Fuck move,” he yells while lifting me. He forcefully chucks me over his shoulder like you would a sack of potatoes and begins to run. Helplessly hanging over his shoulder, he unintentionally winds me as he jumps over rubbish which lay abandoned on the floor. I desperately try to take in a deep breath, I need to get air into my lungs because every step he makes, painfully forces a little more oxygen from my lungs.
A minute has passed and he is still running real fast, I can see the ladies are still following. They obviously don’t want to lose their warm meal but they are, as they quickly begin to fall behind, their bodies are just too broken to move with as much speed as the guy carrying me. Thankfully after another excruciating minute, I notice they have fallen so far behind they are just about out of sight. I sigh in relief as I’m sure the ladies won’t catch up, not now.
Once we reach the end of the second long street, now out of harms way he pulls me down from his shoulder, allowing me to drop suddenly onto the cold floor without any care as he collapses next to me exhausted. I lay still in shock, as he leans over panting slightly; he lifts my head so I am facing him. His warm breath batters my face; I can tell he is trying to catch it so he can say something to me, something important.
Typically I just lay still, in shock on the hard pavement staring at him. His eyes are blue and sad, he has pale and dirty skin and his hair is blonde with the fringe sitting on the side of his forehead. As I allow my eyes to take in his appearance, I all of a sudden feel a rush of rage crash over me. I know this guy! I think to myself.
“Nate, I yell!” confirming his name, in anger my hand all of a sudden flies into the air and connects with his cheek, shocking him as it hits its target. I then pull myself up and turn my hand viciously into a solid fist and begin punching him in his head as hard as I can manage. It was painful every time I punched him, but at this very moment in time, all I want to do is hurt him … he left me injured after all.
Nate doesn’t make a violent attempt to defend himself; instead he forces himself against the impact of my weak punches and climbs to his feet. He then grabs my arms, man handling me as he keeps them held still against my side, restraining me so I cannot cause him anymore damage.
“Listen to me! I know you’re angry about what we did to you” Nate yells in my face. “We were only grabbing supplies, we didn’t expect anyone to still be working … damn we thought you were crazy, screaming at us, trying to get us out of the shop you know?” Nate’s voice calms slightly as he tries to help me see sense. It is quite funny isn’t it, he is trying to convince me stealing from a shop, and the shop I work in even is perfectly ok.
“Look, there is some sort of disease, its infecting people and bringing the dead back to life” he looks at me directly in the face, his expression is so serious.
“One bite from the infected and that’s it, you will die painfully slow and once you have eventually passed away, you will quickly reawaken and become one of them,” he tells me this fact as though he has witnessed it himself and it creeps me out.
“Your crackers,” I say in slow motion as both me and Nate look to our left and back down the street. The two ladies are back and have brought company, a lot of company … in fact I would guess 30 plus infected dead, yes infected walking dead! Have spotted us and are heading fast in our direction.
“Ok … I believe you!” I scream as both Nate and I turn away from the oncoming group. Nate then takes hold of my arm and together we attempt to run away from the foul smelling, dribbling and dead hungry crowd.
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