the worst, thinking
something had happened to her cousin. Tears rolled down her face
as thoughts of Claire screaming for help sent her on a huge guilt
trip. Panic crept in, and Charmaine now knew she was in danger if
she remained in the forest.
All the shouting had attracted the attention of the zombie and it
zoned in on the woman’s location. Viewable bloodstains and
chunks of flesh were still trapped between the creature’s teeth as it
staggered. Charmaine saw the zombie following the path she’d
taken but didn’t budge an inch. The sight reminded her of
Frankenstein’s monster. The zombie walked and talked just like the
mad scientist’s creation.
Was this somebody’s creation? she wondered.
It closed in even more. This time she ran as fast as her legs
would let her and without looking back finally reached the vehicle. Within twenty minutes of leaving the car this woman had
witnessed a psychotic lunatic attack her cousin and now she was
desperate to escape the thing with the rotten face.
Charmaine fumbled around in her pockets, searching for the car
keys. “Shit, fucking shit. Where are they?” she screamed. Her memory had been affected by what was going on and she
was scared, shaking and sweating from fear. The fumbling ceased as
the keys were spotted still in the ignition. Charmaine tried the
handle on the driver’s side and it opened. Fortunately, the cousins
had been so eager to leave the vehicle after a disturbed night that
they’d forgotten to lock up.
She leapt into the seat, shut the door, locked it and turned the
key, but the car still wouldn’t start. Again and again she tried, but
still nothing. This was not the news she’d hoped for but at least she
felt safer inside the car. She decided to wait and see if somebody
would pass by to save her from this madness.
There must be farm workers around these parts. Perhaps my knight in
shining armour will appear on a tractor and save me from this madman ,
she thought.
It wasn’t romantic, but was the best offer she might get today.
She prayed for someone to rescue her.
Each window had been checked. There was no sign of
movement anywhere, but as a precaution all doors were locked.
Charmaine leaned over the passenger seat to look in the glove
compartment. The frightened woman searched for anything that
could be used as a weapon in case the weirdo attacked her. She heard a shuffling sound coming from outside the vehicle
and hoped it was a rabbit or another small animal.
That strange man couldn’t be this close already. I’m pretty certain he
wasn’t around a few moments ago , she thought.
Charmaine remained with her head down for another couple of
minutes but was frightened that the sound of her racing heartbeat
would give her location away.
The shuffling sound faded. Charmaine slowly lifted her head to
peer through the driver’s side window, but to her horror, staring
back at her was a revolting, rotting image of a being, with what was
left of a face pressed against the glass. Saliva drooled from the
mouth. Birds, or maybe insects had tried dislodging the eye hidden
behind the piece of rotting skin, but it somehow remained intact. Charmaine bounced up and down in the seat, fear for her life
overtaking other emotions. Again and again she screamed, just like
her cousin had done only a short while earlier. She could easily
escape out of another door but couldn’t do it. The zombie had her
trapped in some kind of trance, reducing her to a scared girl that’d
frozen just by looking into its crazed eyes. The screaming
aggravated the zombie so it briskly swung a hand toward the
window. Glass particles scattered over Charmaine’s face and body
as an insect filled palm clenched her hair, gripping with an almighty
force. With hands covering her face, the tearful, scratched woman
screamed even louder than before. Fingers slapped at the creature’s
arm. It was a desperate attempt to gain freedom, but it was no use,
the thing wouldn’t let go.
Suddenly, the hand
something had happened to her cousin. Tears rolled down her face
as thoughts of Claire screaming for help sent her on a huge guilt
trip. Panic crept in, and Charmaine now knew she was in danger if
she remained in the forest.
All the shouting had attracted the attention of the zombie and it
zoned in on the woman’s location. Viewable bloodstains and
chunks of flesh were still trapped between the creature’s teeth as it
staggered. Charmaine saw the zombie following the path she’d
taken but didn’t budge an inch. The sight reminded her of
Frankenstein’s monster. The zombie walked and talked just like the
mad scientist’s creation.
Was this somebody’s creation? she wondered.
It closed in even more. This time she ran as fast as her legs
would let her and without looking back finally reached the vehicle. Within twenty minutes of leaving the car this woman had
witnessed a psychotic lunatic attack her cousin and now she was
desperate to escape the thing with the rotten face.
Charmaine fumbled around in her pockets, searching for the car
keys. “Shit, fucking shit. Where are they?” she screamed. Her memory had been affected by what was going on and she
was scared, shaking and sweating from fear. The fumbling ceased as
the keys were spotted still in the ignition. Charmaine tried the
handle on the driver’s side and it opened. Fortunately, the cousins
had been so eager to leave the vehicle after a disturbed night that
they’d forgotten to lock up.
She leapt into the seat, shut the door, locked it and turned the
key, but the car still wouldn’t start. Again and again she tried, but
still nothing. This was not the news she’d hoped for but at least she
felt safer inside the car. She decided to wait and see if somebody
would pass by to save her from this madness.
There must be farm workers around these parts. Perhaps my knight in
shining armour will appear on a tractor and save me from this madman ,
she thought.
It wasn’t romantic, but was the best offer she might get today.
She prayed for someone to rescue her.
Each window had been checked. There was no sign of
movement anywhere, but as a precaution all doors were locked.
Charmaine leaned over the passenger seat to look in the glove
compartment. The frightened woman searched for anything that
could be used as a weapon in case the weirdo attacked her. She heard a shuffling sound coming from outside the vehicle
and hoped it was a rabbit or another small animal.
That strange man couldn’t be this close already. I’m pretty certain he
wasn’t around a few moments ago , she thought.
Charmaine remained with her head down for another couple of
minutes but was frightened that the sound of her racing heartbeat
would give her location away.
The shuffling sound faded. Charmaine slowly lifted her head to
peer through the driver’s side window, but to her horror, staring
back at her was a revolting, rotting image of a being, with what was
left of a face pressed against the glass. Saliva drooled from the
mouth. Birds, or maybe insects had tried dislodging the eye hidden
behind the piece of rotting skin, but it somehow remained intact. Charmaine bounced up and down in the seat, fear for her life
overtaking other emotions. Again and again she screamed, just like
her cousin had done only a short while earlier. She could easily
escape out of another door but couldn’t do it. The zombie had her
trapped in some kind of trance, reducing her to a scared girl that’d
frozen just by looking into its crazed eyes. The screaming
aggravated the zombie so it briskly swung a hand toward the
window. Glass particles scattered over Charmaine’s face and body
as an insect filled palm clenched her hair, gripping with an almighty
force. With hands covering her face, the tearful, scratched woman
screamed even louder than before. Fingers slapped at the creature’s
arm. It was a desperate attempt to gain freedom, but it was no use,
the thing wouldn’t let go.
Suddenly, the hand
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