off the handles. The ship glided to a stop. I looked out the windows toward the deads. They were all standing there, flailing their hands at me. One of them got pushed into the water. It sank. It didn’t bob in the water or even swim. It simply went under.
I watched for a while to see if it would surface, but it didn’t. I went around the yacht looking for any ladders that were hanging off the ship into the water. I found two of them. I pulled them back onto the deck.
Deads didn’t know how to swim; actually they didn’t know how to do anything except forage for human flesh.
I had the upper hand here. I was on a ship in the middle of a river. Deads couldn’t get to me. If I needed supplies, all I’d need to do is run along a dock in some town along the shore and run into town for what I needed.
It really seemed like a safe idea.
I heard voices.
I cocked my head to the side, listening. I was at the top helm of the ship with the steering wheel. The voices were coming from below, somewhere behind me.
Grabbing my tire iron off the splintered dash, I quietly snuck down the ladder. There were lights on down here now since I had powered up the ship.
The voices were ahead of me, around a corner.
As I got closer, the voices stopped. I gripped the tire iron tighter.
Someone had left a TV on in the master stateroom. The voices were from Ben Stiller as he begged to get out of jail in the old movie “There’s something about Mary.”
I sighed deeply. “Phew that was close.”
I searched through the whole ship. Lights were on all over the ship as well as a radio. I dialed through the whole thing, but nothing came back. The radio signal was gone.
I also found a shower.
It had running water. I gave the water heater some time to heat up. It would be nice to have a hot shower!
I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a shower…probably the night before the plane crash?
The whole ship was stocked with food, drinks, and comforts. I could have easily made a home in it. Since deads didn’t know how to swim, I was safe.
I taught myself how to maneuver the yacht. The ship was well equipped with the latest state of the art electronics. It even had a cruise control as well as a RayStar GPS. There was also a satellite TV that didn’t pick up television stations, and a whole library of DVDs as well as music.
The bar was well stocked, the ice maker worked, and there was a nice room below decks that had a U-shaped couch. I spent many hours there watching DVDs while getting drunk.
But over time I began to wonder if there was more life out there. I began to really miss Tara and the friendship that had blossomed between us. I imagined spending time with her on the yacht, watching movies with her. I imagined that over time we might have even got more friendly, maybe even become lovers.
But she was gone.
I tried to drink her memory away, but she kept coming back. Thoughts of her hanging in front of me, her crotch in my face –begging me to save her, help her. Her voice echoed in the empty bottoms of the bottles of liquor I drank. Once the bottles were empty, I would throw them overboard; but her voice would always be waiting for me in the next bottle I opened.
“ Dan save me! Help me! I’m falling!”
Throwing the dead over the cliff… It probab ly landed right on top of her!
Fuck!
Up at steering, there was a VHF radio system I always kept on. It was on one of my many drunken nights when I was sitting up there looking at Tara in my half-empty glass, I pressed the send switch on the radio and asked in my drunken voice: “Any mother fuckers out there alive?”
Someone said back: “Yeah it’s safe here at Larson Air Force base in Moses Lake. Where are you ?”
I beached the yacht.
I got back on the road on the east side of the collapsed bridge in Vantage. There were not a lot of cars here. Not a lot
I watched for a while to see if it would surface, but it didn’t. I went around the yacht looking for any ladders that were hanging off the ship into the water. I found two of them. I pulled them back onto the deck.
Deads didn’t know how to swim; actually they didn’t know how to do anything except forage for human flesh.
I had the upper hand here. I was on a ship in the middle of a river. Deads couldn’t get to me. If I needed supplies, all I’d need to do is run along a dock in some town along the shore and run into town for what I needed.
It really seemed like a safe idea.
I heard voices.
I cocked my head to the side, listening. I was at the top helm of the ship with the steering wheel. The voices were coming from below, somewhere behind me.
Grabbing my tire iron off the splintered dash, I quietly snuck down the ladder. There were lights on down here now since I had powered up the ship.
The voices were ahead of me, around a corner.
As I got closer, the voices stopped. I gripped the tire iron tighter.
Someone had left a TV on in the master stateroom. The voices were from Ben Stiller as he begged to get out of jail in the old movie “There’s something about Mary.”
I sighed deeply. “Phew that was close.”
I searched through the whole ship. Lights were on all over the ship as well as a radio. I dialed through the whole thing, but nothing came back. The radio signal was gone.
I also found a shower.
It had running water. I gave the water heater some time to heat up. It would be nice to have a hot shower!
I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a shower…probably the night before the plane crash?
The whole ship was stocked with food, drinks, and comforts. I could have easily made a home in it. Since deads didn’t know how to swim, I was safe.
I taught myself how to maneuver the yacht. The ship was well equipped with the latest state of the art electronics. It even had a cruise control as well as a RayStar GPS. There was also a satellite TV that didn’t pick up television stations, and a whole library of DVDs as well as music.
The bar was well stocked, the ice maker worked, and there was a nice room below decks that had a U-shaped couch. I spent many hours there watching DVDs while getting drunk.
But over time I began to wonder if there was more life out there. I began to really miss Tara and the friendship that had blossomed between us. I imagined spending time with her on the yacht, watching movies with her. I imagined that over time we might have even got more friendly, maybe even become lovers.
But she was gone.
I tried to drink her memory away, but she kept coming back. Thoughts of her hanging in front of me, her crotch in my face –begging me to save her, help her. Her voice echoed in the empty bottoms of the bottles of liquor I drank. Once the bottles were empty, I would throw them overboard; but her voice would always be waiting for me in the next bottle I opened.
“ Dan save me! Help me! I’m falling!”
Throwing the dead over the cliff… It probab ly landed right on top of her!
Fuck!
Up at steering, there was a VHF radio system I always kept on. It was on one of my many drunken nights when I was sitting up there looking at Tara in my half-empty glass, I pressed the send switch on the radio and asked in my drunken voice: “Any mother fuckers out there alive?”
Someone said back: “Yeah it’s safe here at Larson Air Force base in Moses Lake. Where are you ?”
I beached the yacht.
I got back on the road on the east side of the collapsed bridge in Vantage. There were not a lot of cars here. Not a lot
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