“Now all we have to do is make our way back. How are you feeling by the way?”
“Huh?” I didn’t even notice till he had asked, but I felt great. “Um…I feel pretty good.”
I lifted my shirt and my body told a different story. Deep, black bruises ran from my hips to my chest. It looked like I should be in the same agony I was in before the ground tried to swallow me. Yet, somehow…the pain was gone. I was just a little bit stiff.
“Dude, I was sure you broke some ribs or something,” said Kingsley.
I did in fact agree with him. I also could have sworn that I had some internal damage as well, but that didn’t seem to be the case any longer. Things were getting stranger and stranger.
“I thought so to,” I answered. “I felt like I was dying to be honest with you, but right now I’m good to go. I even feel kinda energized.”
“The ground healed him,” said Dudley in a strange voice. “There was no mistaking how bad he was. We all saw it. He was headed downhill and now, a few hours later…and…well, now he’s all better. The ground healed him. It was even protecting him. I couldn’t get him out of the grass, but the minute he wanted to sit up, the grass let him go.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I laughed. Sometimes Dudley came up with some relatively humorous ideas. He was often funny, sometimes strange, but never ever boring.
“Oh yeah,” he shouted. “That’s ridiculous, but the living dead cannibals that keep chasing after us are perfectly normal?”
He had a point. Plus…I’ve sat on the ground many times during my life and it had never before tried to swallow me.
“Wait. What do you mean you left me alone for a few hours?”
“Oh yeah,” sighed Dudley. “It sucked. Getting to the gas station was no problem. Getting inside was no problem either. I mean, we saw some zombies and everything, but they were easy enough to sneak by. Once we got in the station however, things went bad. We got spotted somehow. I managed to block the front door, but in about ten minutes we had about twenty zombies banging on the glass.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“We went out the back, down an alley and hid inside a restaurant until the coast was clear and we were finally able to zig and zag our way back here. But there’s still a big mess of zombies somewhere in the neighborhood looking for us and the shooting Kingsley had to do once we got here might very well have given away our position.”
“Alright, let’s hop back in the Jeep and make our way home. Just avoid the gazillion zombies at the grocery store.”
“ Wait a minute. What happened at the park? ”
How should I know?
“ But…it’s true then. You are different? ”
I guess I’ll let you to figure that one out on your own. I don’t see the point in trying to prove or disprove any of those rumors about me that are out there swirling around the internet.
“ Fair enough, I’ll force myself to be patient. ”
Good idea.
Where was I then? Oh yeah, Kingsley was trying to figure out another way to Georgie’s house, while Dudley and I laughed at him. He’s notoriously horrible with directions, the kind of person that has to visit a place around five times before they can remember how to get there.
“Don’t worry about it,” I finally said. “We just need to go around the long way. It’s really easy.”
It was in all honesty a lot more comfortable to watch the rear of the vehicle when I wasn’t sitting atop a mound of supplies. I wasn’t complaining though. I wasn’t about to complain about anything for a good long while. I was just too happy that I wasn’t feeling horrible and intense agony from my mid-section anymore. I was also still a little freaked out by those weird ass dreams I had while I was being swallowed up by the park. Wow.
They were dreams of violence and destruction, and in them, vast amounts of people were screaming out for help. In each dream, the eras were always different. One was in
“Huh?” I didn’t even notice till he had asked, but I felt great. “Um…I feel pretty good.”
I lifted my shirt and my body told a different story. Deep, black bruises ran from my hips to my chest. It looked like I should be in the same agony I was in before the ground tried to swallow me. Yet, somehow…the pain was gone. I was just a little bit stiff.
“Dude, I was sure you broke some ribs or something,” said Kingsley.
I did in fact agree with him. I also could have sworn that I had some internal damage as well, but that didn’t seem to be the case any longer. Things were getting stranger and stranger.
“I thought so to,” I answered. “I felt like I was dying to be honest with you, but right now I’m good to go. I even feel kinda energized.”
“The ground healed him,” said Dudley in a strange voice. “There was no mistaking how bad he was. We all saw it. He was headed downhill and now, a few hours later…and…well, now he’s all better. The ground healed him. It was even protecting him. I couldn’t get him out of the grass, but the minute he wanted to sit up, the grass let him go.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I laughed. Sometimes Dudley came up with some relatively humorous ideas. He was often funny, sometimes strange, but never ever boring.
“Oh yeah,” he shouted. “That’s ridiculous, but the living dead cannibals that keep chasing after us are perfectly normal?”
He had a point. Plus…I’ve sat on the ground many times during my life and it had never before tried to swallow me.
“Wait. What do you mean you left me alone for a few hours?”
“Oh yeah,” sighed Dudley. “It sucked. Getting to the gas station was no problem. Getting inside was no problem either. I mean, we saw some zombies and everything, but they were easy enough to sneak by. Once we got in the station however, things went bad. We got spotted somehow. I managed to block the front door, but in about ten minutes we had about twenty zombies banging on the glass.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“We went out the back, down an alley and hid inside a restaurant until the coast was clear and we were finally able to zig and zag our way back here. But there’s still a big mess of zombies somewhere in the neighborhood looking for us and the shooting Kingsley had to do once we got here might very well have given away our position.”
“Alright, let’s hop back in the Jeep and make our way home. Just avoid the gazillion zombies at the grocery store.”
“ Wait a minute. What happened at the park? ”
How should I know?
“ But…it’s true then. You are different? ”
I guess I’ll let you to figure that one out on your own. I don’t see the point in trying to prove or disprove any of those rumors about me that are out there swirling around the internet.
“ Fair enough, I’ll force myself to be patient. ”
Good idea.
Where was I then? Oh yeah, Kingsley was trying to figure out another way to Georgie’s house, while Dudley and I laughed at him. He’s notoriously horrible with directions, the kind of person that has to visit a place around five times before they can remember how to get there.
“Don’t worry about it,” I finally said. “We just need to go around the long way. It’s really easy.”
It was in all honesty a lot more comfortable to watch the rear of the vehicle when I wasn’t sitting atop a mound of supplies. I wasn’t complaining though. I wasn’t about to complain about anything for a good long while. I was just too happy that I wasn’t feeling horrible and intense agony from my mid-section anymore. I was also still a little freaked out by those weird ass dreams I had while I was being swallowed up by the park. Wow.
They were dreams of violence and destruction, and in them, vast amounts of people were screaming out for help. In each dream, the eras were always different. One was in
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