My breath caught in my chest as I
stared in horror at what was happening. All the people around
started attacking each other. One woman in a dark navy blue dress
suit jumped on another woman and tore her throat with her teeth.
A policeman near by shot the businesswoman in the head. She fell
dead, even though it was already to late; the attacked woman was
already dead. Someone turned and looked at me, then jumped and
tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight him off but couldn't.
I was helpless as I stared up at the crazed glare in his eyes.
His breath reeked of what seemed to smell like rotted meat. My
one hand grabbed his throat, his flesh felt almost cold and rough
like worn leather. While my other hand franticly felt around for
something…anything to use as a weapon. The whole time, the crazed
man spoke in a language that was nothing more than garbled
nonsense. What he was saying really didn't matter; all that did
was the fact that I was going to die. That was unless I could
find a way to get him off of me. It then that my hand came upon
the handle of a butcher's knife. One that one of the crazed
attackers had dropped when they had been killed. My hand grasped
the handle of the knife and with one might swing, embedded the
blade into the side of the man's head. He let out a loud, garbled
scream as his body fell to the side. For a brief second, I just
lay there trying to gather my wits. I had never killed anyone
before, and now the crazed man's blood was on my clothes. Quickly
I stood up and looked around me, as the attack continued. The
cop, who had shot the businesswoman, now lay on the bloody
sidewalk, his throat ripped open and stabbed several times in the
chest. Resting in his opened hand was his revolver, his lifeless
eyes staring up at me. Almost as if to cry out for help, but
never finding any. If I were going to make it out of this city
alive, I would need that gun and any ammunition that his corpse
had on him. I moved to him, picked up the revolver and found two
quick rounds on his gun belt. When my body became erect, that was
when I saw how this madness had suddenly grew even more out of
control. Vehicles on the streets running people down and smashing
through the fronts of buildings. Exploding as people continued to
scream in terror. In the air a police helicopter raced through
the air, smashing into the side of one of the many tall
skyscrapers. Glass and fiery debris rained down on the people who
were quickly trying to escape. In the distance, more explosions
could be heard, as if there was some sort of war that was
happening. A war that no was aware of or even prepared
placed the two quick rounds into my front pants pockets, knowing
that I made to get moving. Even though I had a gun, that didn't
seem to matter. For I could end up like the cop, who I lifted the
gun off of. I made my way down the street, my hand gripping the
handle of the gun tightly. The only thing that I could see around
me, was the dead bodies and the vehicles that were wrecked and
burning out f control. In my mind, I could not figure out what
could have caused this. Some sort of terrorist plan? A government
experiment that went out of control? Or maybe mankind finally
snapped and reduced themselves back to the primitive beasts that
we evolved from. Everything seemed to happen so fast that I
hardly had time to even think. The only thing that I did know was
that the crazy ones didn't use weapons like gun, when they
attacked. As if they were some sort of Neanderthal, using only
primitive type of weapons. Plus the fact of their cold flesh,
crazed expression on their faces and gibberish language, would
make it easy for me to pick them out of a crowd. But it seemed
that everyone was that way, contaminated by something that was
making them act this way. The only thing that I could hope for
was to find survivors, ones that were not affected by whatever it
was that the rest of the people were. And maybe they would know
what made this happen, unless they were as confused about it as I
walked about three blocks, when I heard the sound of a gun being
fired. It was close, as far as I could tell, but wasn't sure
which direction it came from. The tall buildings of the downtown
area echoed the sound making it difficult for me to find what
direction it was coming from. As I slowly moved forward, I raised
the revolver up in front of me. There was no way I was going to
take a chance on one of those crazies come charging at me again,
out of nowhere. I kept looking around me, making sure that one of
them wasn't sneaking up from behind. Of course, so far, from what
I had seen, they weren't capable of a sneak attack. But that was
something that I was not going to fool myself with. All that I
could see was the flaming wreckage littered on the street, along
with a few scattered mutilated bodies on the ground. And others
that probably had been thrown from the windows of the office
the hell is going on around here?" I said under my
question probably asked to late, for no one would be able to
answer it. No one who really did know the truth and who was to
blame for this. From around the corner I could hear the sound of
a woman screaming something, knowing it wasn't the crazies, for
she was actually speaking English.
you son of a bitch!" the woman's voice cried out.
then there was the sound of a gunshot, and then another. "Oh
thank God, another survivor", was the only thing that I could
think of. At least that was what I hoped for, as my thoughts went
back to the cop, lying on the sidewalk in a pool of his blood. I
only hoped that this woman wouldn't be found be found in the same
state. But what if she was like all the other crazies? If she
somehow was able to still speak clearly and have the knowledge to
work a gun? No matter what though I had to take a chance. So that
way I could find out what had brought this about. If nothing
else, just to have someone else to join me through this. That was
if she would be willing to join me through this. It was a chance
that I had to take, no matter what. As I made my way to the
corner of the building, as the sound of the woman screaming was
heard even louder. I hoped that she wouldn't think of me as on of
them. That she would try and shoot me without even questioning
peered around the corner of the building, he was able to see her.
She was a young woman with long black hair; the white blouse and
black slacks were ripped and stained with blood. In her hands she
held a rifle and had a backpack that she carried. One of the
crazies, a man in a tattered and torn gray suit, came charging
seemed that it wouldn't. I raised the revolver, knowing that I
was close enough to hit him. I fired, the barrel of the revolver
licked with fire and then the crazed man staggered. Then the
woman's rifle fired, hitting his head, making him fall backwards
to his death. Then she turned toward me, pointing the smoking
barrel of the rifle at me. Her expression was like stone, as she
stood there in silence, watching me move toward
I am not going to hurt you. I'm not one of those crazies that are
running around the city." I explained.
know. You actually can speak and make sense. But what do you want
from me?" she said.
"Nothing. I just thought that you would like to go with me. To
get out of this city as son as possible." I said.
stood there and thought about it for a moment, her eyes never
leaving me. I was hoping she would agree, so that I would have
someone with me. Just in case, I couldn't figure out what to do.
I lowered the revolver to my side, to show her that I didn't mean
any harm to her. Even though she already knew that, just from the
way that she looked at me.
have any idea what happened? What could have caused these people
to become like this?" she asked as she lowered the
not really. I thought that you might know something." I said
clue." she said, then hesitated for a moment looking around us.
"But I think that we should get out of here before more of those
psychos come around."
made her way toward me, a faint smile appeared on her lips as the
summer breeze gently blew through her hair. In the back of my
mind I knew that there would be no way that I could ever meet a
woman like her normally, for we were from two different worlds.
But this anything but normal, and no time for thinking anything
romantic would come about. She stood in front of me, the faint
scent of her perfume lingered around her, as I tried to find the
words to say.
Madison Cruz." she said holding out her hand.
Thomas." I replied as I shook her hand.
gripped it firmly, as if I was a client that she was trying to
make a deal with for her company. It impressed me, but I knew
that there was no time for small talk. Before I could say
anything, there was another loud explosion, a couple blocks from
where we stood. Black clouds rose up as the brief sight of flames
could be seem.
blew up the gas station down there. We better head this way, so
we don't run into any more of them." she said, acting as if she
knew what she was talking about.
I knew, she probably did. Who was I to judge her, after all I
probably knew as much about what was going on as she did, which
was very little. I didn't say a word as I followed her down the
street, wondering how we were going to get out of the city. It
was obvious that we couldn't find a car to drive, for the streets
were cluttered with wrecked cars and dead bodies. And trying to
take a train would be a death trap in itself. The only thing that
we could do was to walk, even though finding some safe shelter
was what I found myself thinking about right now.
are we going?" I asked.
not sure. No matter which way we go, we are bound to run into
whatever those people have become." she said as stopped and then
turned to me. "Do you have any ideas?"
we should find some shelter so that we could think out what our
next move will be. It seems that they are all out here running
around. So there wouldn't be any of them inside." I
sense to me, but how true that could be, that was a different
story. Still, it was better than us wandering around the city
aimlessly, waiting for another one of those crazies to come after
us. The only thing was, would Madison agree to it? That was the
one thing that I was not sure about. She gave me a long hard
look, as if she was trying to decide if what I was saying was
helpful or just insane. In a way, after what I had seen so far, I
wasn't sure of my own sanity at that point. But it seemed like
the only logical solution that we could use. Or at least I hoped
that it was.
"Alright, where can we go?" she asked and then looked around
we were was on the border of the Nothside of Chicago and Cabrenie
Green. And I knew that we wouldn't have that much of a chance in
Cabrenie Green, for that place was dangerous even before all this
came about. The only thing that I could think about was this
small club that was close by, which was located in the basement
of a building. If these crazies were always running around
without thinking, they wouldn't even notice it. Hell, a lot of
people ever knew it was there to begin with. The only thing that
I couldn't remember was what the name of the place was. My mind
was already overloaded with the images of death and destruction
that I had already witnessed.
is a place that we can go to. I had been there a couple times
with a few friends. It is a club that is sort of hidden from the
street. A private club, but I don't think those things would even
notice it. It's only a couple blocks from here." I
guess, it is in the basement of a building so that way only
members would know where it is and no one else." she said as she
moved closer to me.
you must have been there before." I replied.
called The Secret. I didn't hang out there, I used to work there
as a bartender a couple years back. That sounds like a good idea,
none of those things would notice it, because they are to busy
running around like crazy." she said smiling.
distance we could hear two more explosions, which made it easier
for us to decide what to do. In a quickened pace, we started off
toward the place that we were talking about. Hoping that we
wouldn't run into the mindless killer zombies that we had
encountered already. As we did, the city had a strange and eerie
feeling about it. Not because of the death that was around us,
but the silence. That was the one thing that I was not used to.
Mainly because at this time in the afternoon, especially in the
summer, the streets would be alive with people moving about.
Pedestrians going back and forth to there destinations, the
streets streaming with cars, horn blasting and people trying to
talk over the noise. Now it seemed like nothing more than a ghost
town. How strange it is that the one thing that you notice the
least, is the one thing that you miss the most.
our way down the city streets, always looking around us for one
of those things to be coming toward us. But luckily so far, there
wasn't any. When we were about two blocks away from the place
that we intended to go, we heard the sound of someone screaming
madly at the top of their lungs. It was a woman's voice, and I
could tell she was not in pain or being attacked. It was coming
from an alley that was two storefronts in front of us. As the
sound grew louder, I pushed Madison into the doorway of one of
the stores, waiting to see what would come out of it. Hoping that
maybe it this crazed woman didn't see us, she would just run
passed without even thinking. That was if these things were able
to think at all. It was then that we saw a naked woman, in her
early forties come racing out of the alley, holding a broken
broom handle in her right hand, gabbing the air in front of her
as she ran. Her breast bounced freely in every direction as she
screams out words that were of gibberish, just like the rest. She
continued to run down the street that would lead to Hyde Park,
where thick black smoke lifted up into the air. Whoever would run
into her, would have a horrible surprise in store for them. We
just stood there, Madison had her rifle pointed at the naked
crazed woman, just in case she started to come after us. But the
woman didn't. She just continued to run down the street, in an
almost staggering way, looking for someone to kill.
can't believe that crazy woman didn't see us. I thought for sure
that we were goners." Madison said.
guess if they can't see someone on the sides of them, only in
front. Which is lucky for us. Come on, we have to keep going." I
said as I looked around to make sure that the coast was
way I wanted to make a joke out of seeing that naked woman
running down the street. Something like, Only in Chicago
could you find a woman doing that. But then held back on it,
for I figured that wasn't the time or place for something like
that. Still, that quote stayed trapped in my mind, along with the
image of the woman. Not in a lustful way, more fearful than
anything else. Imagining that I would be the one that would cross
her path and how this woman would try to kill me with the broken
broom handle. Using it like some sort of knife, stabbing me over
and over again. It was then that I heard Madison's voice, which
broke me out of the nightmare that was running through my
sorry, what did you say?" I said, looking at her.
asking if you were alright?" she asked in a worried
I'm fine." I said, not wanting to tell her about what it was that
I was thinking.
way, I figured it really wasn't anything to mention, for it would
probably only scare her even more. And right now, she was scared
enough, even though she didn't show it. My eyes stayed focused in
front of me as we walked. Yet for some reason, I had the feeling
that something was watching us. Even though we were alone on the
streets, that feeling lingered in the air. That and the rank odor
of death that loomed over us. The more I felt it, the more I
though of the dead cop, the crazed man that I had killed and that
naked woman running down the street, ranting and raving as she
wildly stabbed the air with her broken broom handle. How I wished
that I could just forget about it all, even just for a brief
moment. Just so I could forget about it all, even just for a
brief moment. Just so I could find a moment of clarity, so I
could figure out what to do. But that seemed to be something that
was not going to come around.
reached the club a minute later. It was one of those local clubs,
where you had to walk down a flight of stairs to get to the front
door. Or as my friends used to call it, a "basement club", And I
had been right about no one seeing that place from the street.
For with the neon signs turned off with black curtains behind it
and the outside brick walls painted black, no one would even know
that it was there. So that might work to our advantage for a
while. The one thing that I wondered about was how we would get
in if the door was locked. Which of course, it would be, since
most of the clubs of the Nothside didn't open until early
evening. Yet, it seemed that Madison was confident that they
would were going to get in. She pulled a nail file out of the
small pocket of her backpack and started to work on the lock. The
whole time, I kept a look out, in case any other those crazed
people were coming around. Even though I couldn't see them, I
could still hear their loud gibberish voices if they were near.
My eyes glanced back over to her, watching her kneeling in front
of the door, as she started to whisper vulgarities, making it
obvious that she was not having any luck. With my back turned
toward to her, I kept looking up at the street (or what I could
see through the iron railings, hoping that no one would pass by
and see us. It was then that I heard the sudden crash of breaking
glass. Instantly, I turned back around to Madison as she
continued to as she continued to break away the small window in
the door. Then she looked at me with a sudden shocked expression
on her face.
Who do you expect me to get us in?" She said in a sarcastic
wanted to laugh, but was afraid that those things had heard the
breaking glass and where on their way here. But it seemed that
none them were around. As if they were migrating to one center
location of the city, killed anyone that wasn't like them on
their way. Madison cleared the glass away from one side of the
window, reaching her hand in and unlocking the door. After she
opened it, she turned around any looked at him with a playful
smile on her lips. Like a child who was proud of what she had
done and was looking for recognition for it.
we go inside?" she said.
first…" I started to say, and then corrected myself. "No, I'll go
first, just in case."
raised the revolver up in front of me as I made my way through
the darkened doorway. Even though I was sure that there was
nothing in there, I wasn't going to take the chance. Once we were
inside, Madison turned the lights on as closed the door behind
her. I really wasn't worried of the light shining through the
windows, for the black curtains would hide it. Even on the small
window on the door, that she had shattered had a black velvet
curtain over it. The club itself had dark brown paneling, a long
bar to the right as we entered to the right and to the left was
scattered tables, booths lines up against the far left wall and a
small stage and dance floor at the far end of the room. I
followed Madison further into the room, after shed had passed me.
I knew that this wasn't the most ideal place to be with what was
going on outside, but it was better that us wandering around
outside in the streets. The only thing that we had to concern
ourselves about was how we were going to get out of the
really know the places to take a lady, Mark. Do you come to this
place a lot?" she said as she turned to me.
"Actually, I had only been here twice. The last time was a couple
weeks ago. My friends wanted to take me here, to cheer me up." I
were you depressed?" she asked.
divorced after nine years of marriage. But that is something that
I am trying to forget now." I said in a serious
made her way over to me, looking so sympathetic. I really didn't
want to talk about my past, for I felt that was something that
should never be remembered. Especially now with what we were
thrown into. Still, there was something about her that I found
myself unable to ignore. Maybe it was because I had isolated
myself for so long. Or maybe because of the threat of danger,
which we now found ourselves in. Whatever it was, I couldn't take
my eyes off of her, and who could blame me, for she was a
beautiful woman. When she reached me, her hand reached up and
gently touched my shoulder.
sorry, I know what you're going through, I been divorced now for
a year. It will get better though." she said in a soft
is after we survive what is happening here." I replied smiling
that brief moment we stood there looking at each other, as I
found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. Yet, I
didn't say anything about it, for I knew that this was now the
right moment for it. There were too many things that we had to
worry about right now as it was, and concentrating on that would
only add to it. She smiled so sweetly at me as I tried to find
the words to say to her. But the memory of what we had witnessed,
continued to haunt my mind. Outside could be heard the sound of
more explosions and yet it didn't seem to matter right at the
should get comfortable, we'll probably be here for a while." I
until we can figure out what it is that we are going to do. I
should change, this outfit is about ready to fall off of me." she
did you get like that?" I asked.
those things jumped me and when I struggled to break free, they
ripped my clothes. I know that I look a mess." she said giving me
a nervous smile.
look a mess, but in a way it sort of aroused me too. The front of
her blouse had been ripped open revealing the curves of one of
her firm breasts and the silk black bra. Any other man would have
made a comment about the way she looked, hell…even would try to
make a move on her. But this wasn't the time or place for
something like that. I tried not to make it obvious that I
noticed her breast, but it seemed that she already knew where my
glance wanted to go.
alright Mark, I am not offended that you want to look at my
breast. In fact I would be more offended if you didn't." she
whispered as she leaned toward me.
amazed me that she would say something like that to me. My eyes
glanced down at her breast for a brief moment, even though I felt
sort of uneasy about it. The only reason that I did it was
because she had expected me too. Then I looked up at her
not a pervert. I mean you are a very attractive woman and
normally I would love to be with you. But I just don't feel
comfortable thinking of you this way with what is going on." I
smiled at me as her hand reached up and gently touch the side of
my face. For a brief second I thought that she was going to kiss
me, which in a way was what I wanted. But I had to push that
thought to the back of my mind, for we had to try and find a way
out of this madness. She moved even closer to me, and then we
heard the sound of one of those crazies screaming outside. We
both looked toward the window, praying that the thing wouldn't
discover that this place was here. Before I could say anything,
Madison walked over to her backpack and picked up the rifle that
she placed next to it. I picked up the revolver and then made my
way over to the black curtain. I figured that I could peer
through the side of the curtain to see where that thing was. When
I did, I noticed walk by on the sidewalk, its wide crazed eyes
staring in front of him. Obviously what I had thought had been
true, it didn't even notice this place. But I wasn't going to
take the chance that they would find out sooner or later. Then I
turned back around to Madison who stood a couple feet away,
staring at me. The way she looked was as if she was expecting me
to tell her the worst.
one of them, but it just walked passed, didn't even notice this
place." I said in a soft voice.
figured that I wouldn't talk any louder, for that thing might
hear and then come back. Slowly I moved toward her, lowering the
revolver to my side.
that's good. But how long do you think that we can stay here
before they find us?" she asked as she made her way back over to
placed the rifle on the bar, opened the backpack and then pulled
out some clean clothes. It amazed me that she had extra clothes
with her, as if, just in case something happened. When she placed
them on the bar, she turned back to me, staring at me with a
suppose to go out with some friends after work. So I brought a
change of clothes so I could change into them after I got off
work." she said giggling "I live in the suburbs and with rush
hour traffic it would have taken forever to get home and back
I guess that this worked out for your advantage. Or else you
would have been forced to wear those ripped clothes longer." I
that would be uncomfortable for me." she said, then hesitated for
a moment. "Do you embarrass easily?"
why do you ask?" I said.
then you won't be to embarrassed when I do this." she said as she
started to take off her tattered clothes.
stood there watching, wanting to turn away, yet my eyes couldn't
take my eyes off of her. The sultry curves of her body, she
seemed perfect. And I couldn't help it, because after all I was
human. I tried to think about something to say to her, to get my
mind off of the yearning that was festering inside of
what do you think our best bet would be?" she said as she stood
there in her matching bra and panties.
I think that we should try and get out of the city at night.
Since these things don't attack someone unless they see them, we
probably would have a better chance avoiding them at night. We
could hide in the shadows so they could not see us." I
where will we go?" she asked, her eyes staring at me with such
"Anywhere. We have to see if what is happening here, is happening
everywhere else. The one thing that I know is that we can't stay
in the city. It is to dangerous with all those things walking
around." I said as my voice became uneasy.
giggled slightly as her arms crossed over her chest. "Why don't
you make us a drink. You look like you could use one. Relax. You
look like you never seen a woman in her underwear
way she was right, it had been a long time since I had seen a
woman dressed like that. Ever since my ex-wife had left me a year
ago, before she had filed for divorce. I went behind the bar and
looked for a bottle of brandy. Or anything
there should be a bottle of wine in the small fridge underneath
the counter. The real good stuff, that's unless they had changed
things around." she said as she leaned over to me.
she did, she gave me a clear view of the cleavage of her bra,
tempting me even more. In a way I thought that she was doing on
purpose. Just to make me smile and probably to make me forget
about the troubles that was outside. I found the small
refrigerator underneath the counter, and found a bottle of
expensive wine. On a shelf next to it sat two rows of wine
glasses. I picked up two of them with my right hand and then my
body slowly became erect. When I did, I saw Madison standing
there, now wearing a pair of tight denim jeans and a black
blouse. She leaned against the counter with a playful smile on
sorry, did you want to watch me get dressed?" she said
are you doing this to me?" I asked.
just a joke. I figured that it would help you forget about
everything that is going on out there. You mean to tell me, that
you didn't like what you saw?" she said.
course I did, I just didn't know any woman who was so forward
like that." I said.
we are the only ones here and anyway, it helped you forget about
what is out there, didn't it?" she said.
sure did." I replied.
just don't stand there Mark, pour the wine." she said
Within a couple
hours the darkness came, and we had decided to go west as soon as
we could. Following the nearest expressway for as far as we
could. Luckily the nearest expressway was only about a mile away
from where we were. Madison had found food in the kitchen and
stuffed as much of it as she could. Sandwiches, chips bottles of
water and soda and anything else she could fit in there. The one
thing that impressed me was how she was able to be so
resourceful. She also found another gun, an automatic that the
owner kept in the office with six clips of ammunition. Madison
told me that the owner had been always afraid of being robbed,
that was why he kept it. I really didn't care the reason behind
it, because it just meant that we had an extra weapon incase
something happened. When we got outside, the streetlights were
out, in fact all the lights were out. It was as if there was a
blackout in the entire city. That was except for the club that we
had been in. The one other thing that I noticed was that we
hadn't run into not even one of those things all the way to the
expressway. It was as if they had vanished, something that we had
just imagined. Yet the one thing that told me it wasn't a dream
was the burning ember of the city. The explosions had started a
fire that had now started to grow out of control. We got to the
290 expressway and started to walk west, unsure of what it was
that waited for us. Luckily, there weren't that many cars on the
expressway when we had gotten further out, close to the suburbs
of the city. But in the downtown area it was nothing more than a
mass of scattered wrecked vehicles and mutilated bodies, the
remains of the attack from those things. When we had got a
distance away from the city, I looked back. Seeing the mighty
city of Chicago, burning down to the ground. As I stood there, I
started to think about the Great Chicago Fire, if the people who
survived it, watching it burn, felt the dread that I was feeling
right now? But that was something that I couldn't think about. I
hade to worry about what waited for us further down the
expressway. The only thing that we could do was to wait and see.
Hoping that somehow we could find some sort of answers to what
had brought this about. That was if there were answers to be