Enjoy the Silence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Two survivors in a dead city.

Submitted: October 10, 2017

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The sun was setting, the sky a collage of colors. The moon had already risen, having decided to poke its head out early. Dark clouds gathered in the distance, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling ominously. Twilight was falling upon the silent city, buildings standing as overly large tombstones to mark the death of a civilization.

It was a dead city, but it was not an abandoned city.

“C’mon, Simon! Hurry up!”

Two survivors in a city, hiding in the shadows like frightened rodents.

“Don’t shout, Judith, they’ll hear!”

Time was inconsequential, when you spent most of your days and nights inside a makeshift shelter. It had been only her and Simon for what felt like forever. Only her and Simon and a radio they kept close on the off chance of someone piercing the static. Another survivor, another lost soul. Proof that they were not the only living beings in the world.

And, late one night, it had come.

A voice, piercing the veil of static from the speakers of the radio like a lighthouse piercing the fog of the ocean.

“If anybody is out there, there is a haven.”

It was broadcasted intermittently, a different voice every time. The same message, followed by a string numbers: coordinates. For three days, Judith and Simon listened to it, before finally deciding that hope was not yet lost.

Which brings us back to the beginning.

Judith had pilfered a GPS device shortly after everything went to hell, along with every gun she could find. According to the thing the coordinates to “Haven” wasn’t too far away from them. But it was too far to walk, and even if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t have risked it.

And so the two were prowling the streets, weary of any danger, in search of a suitable vehicle in which to burn rubber on their way out of this hellhole.

“Sorry,” Judith said, quieter than before. “But you really should hurry up. You’ve always been slow.”

Simon made a face at her as he checked a car, seeing if it was unlocked and if the key were there. He was rewarded with only disappointment.

Judith’s luck, however, was a little more fruitful. A humvee, its doors unlocked and its key in the ignition. She checked the back seats, poking everything with the shotgun she carried. Grinning, overjoyed, she turned to shout to Simon of the find.

Her grin was demolished instantly.

There was a horde of them, whatever you wanted to call “them”: zombies, zed-heads, disgusting undead bastards. They were upon Simon before Judith could react, and he went down with a shout, his own shotgun clattering against the pavement.

Judith roared in defiance, running into them and unloading the first barrel of her gun. Guts and gore flew through the air, splattering everything. Adrenaline helped her grab Simon and drag him to the humvee, grabbing the dropped shotgun along the way. Adrenaline helped her get him in and get the humvee going, the second barrel of her gun going off, a head splattering onto the car. The windshield wipers helped to get rid of the mess that left.

It was a long while before either of them spoke, the only noise in the silence being the engine of the humvee, the wheels on the unkempt pavement, the rumbling thunder, the pattering of rain and the GPS offering directions. The moon and stars were no where to be found, blocked out by the clouds, lightning lighting up the sky, when Simon spoke from the passenger seat.

“Judith…” His voice was hoarse, strained. “Judith, it burns…”

She slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing him into the dashboard. She reached up, flicked on the interior light. Judith’s hand was shaking as she did so, fear coursing through her.

“Wh… What burns?” she stammered out, terrified of the answer.

“My shoulder.”

With trembling fingers she reached out, turning him around. There, on his right shoulder. It was drenched in blood, and it had stained the back of the seat. Choking back the tears, she pushed the remnants of the shirt aside for a better look.

A bite mark, blackened with infection, greeted her.

Judith closed eyes, and then got out. She went around to the other side and opened Simon’s door.

“C’mon, Simon.”

“Where are we going, Judith?” he asked. And then he noticed the tears running down her face. “Are you crying?”

“No, I’m not crying. It’s only the rain.” She kissed him, gently, upon the lips. “Hush now, c’mon.”

Judith gripped Simon’s hand in hers, shotgun in the other, and led him into the rain and thunder.


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