medieval times, another seemed to be in the early 1800s, yet another in the 1920s. The only thing in common, was that all of the people I saw…were in fear and pain. That is until someone fought back. In every era a hero answered the call. I could see him rise out of the mounds of fallen bodies and begin to strike back at the monsters and demons that had descended upon the innocent.
“ And you had no idea why you were having those dreams? ”
Not then I didn’t. They got a lot worse before I ever learned why I was having them. That was just an easy taste of what was yet to come.
So, around we went through the creepily lit streets. The rain had slowed a bit. It was now a soft puttering from the skies. El Paso rain is like that, very inconsistent. One minute it’s raining hard and the next it’s either a drizzle or gone entirely. The lightning flashed across the skies and the thunder boomed as we made our way through the deserted neighborhoods.
We heard screams in the distance, some were from the dead and others seemed like they came from the living. Every now and then, a scream was punctuated with a gunshot. I wanted to help those people. I just didn’t think that we’d ever be able to find them and I wondered if we were the only ones stupid enough to be driving around.
The streetlights were out on a few blocks and that combined with the dark empty houses created a truly dangerous scene. It was really, truly dark on these streets and the three of us would brace ourselves for an attack that could come from any direction the second we entered one of these neighborhoods. I expected the houses to be dark. Even if there were people still alive in some of them, they wouldn’t be turning on lights that could be seen from the outside. That would be a beacon to the zombies. The streetlights however, were a different story. I had no idea why those were out.
Some of the houses made really began to make me wonder. They had boarded up windows. Someone worked on them to make them safe. Were the people that boarded them up still inside? Were they waiting for some kind of help to arrive?
A flicker of light caught my attention.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” asked Dudley in a voice that spelled out with no uncertainties that he really didn’t want to know.
“I saw a light.” I said, just as I saw it again from the corner of my eye.
Since I was facing Dudley, I missed where the source of light was coming from.
“I saw that,” said Kingsley. “Where did it come from?”
“Stop the Jeep,” I said to Dudley. “I wanna see where it’s coming from.”
He stopped, but he wasn’t happy about. Can’t say I blame him. Who knows what was gonna come charging out of the shadows at us.
We sat there quietly for a few tense moments before the light flickered once again. Kingsley and I found the source. It was three houses down and coming from an upstairs window.
Now what?
“We should check it out,” said Kingsley. “It could be another survivor.”
“Or it could be a zombie that’s playing with a light switch,” answered Dudley. “It’s too risky. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Shit. Shit. And damn it. I really, really, really didn’t want to go into that dark house and see what kinda nasty freak was gonna run out and try to eat me. At the same time, I couldn’t just walk away and leave a possible living, breathing human in need of help.
Isn’t life wonderful?
“ So what did you do? ”
I played the hero. That’s what I do. I don’t always want to, but I just can’t bare the thought of not being the hero. Does that make sense? I doubt it. I don’t do it for my ego and I don’t do it for fame. I do it…because no one else can. I do it because I have to.
So yeah, we backed the Jeep through the yard of the house right up to the front door in case we had to get out of there in a hurry.
We left Dudley in the Jeep and with my Glock un-holstered; I went to the front door with Kingsley.
“ And you had no idea why you were having those dreams? ”
Not then I didn’t. They got a lot worse before I ever learned why I was having them. That was just an easy taste of what was yet to come.
So, around we went through the creepily lit streets. The rain had slowed a bit. It was now a soft puttering from the skies. El Paso rain is like that, very inconsistent. One minute it’s raining hard and the next it’s either a drizzle or gone entirely. The lightning flashed across the skies and the thunder boomed as we made our way through the deserted neighborhoods.
We heard screams in the distance, some were from the dead and others seemed like they came from the living. Every now and then, a scream was punctuated with a gunshot. I wanted to help those people. I just didn’t think that we’d ever be able to find them and I wondered if we were the only ones stupid enough to be driving around.
The streetlights were out on a few blocks and that combined with the dark empty houses created a truly dangerous scene. It was really, truly dark on these streets and the three of us would brace ourselves for an attack that could come from any direction the second we entered one of these neighborhoods. I expected the houses to be dark. Even if there were people still alive in some of them, they wouldn’t be turning on lights that could be seen from the outside. That would be a beacon to the zombies. The streetlights however, were a different story. I had no idea why those were out.
Some of the houses made really began to make me wonder. They had boarded up windows. Someone worked on them to make them safe. Were the people that boarded them up still inside? Were they waiting for some kind of help to arrive?
A flicker of light caught my attention.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” asked Dudley in a voice that spelled out with no uncertainties that he really didn’t want to know.
“I saw a light.” I said, just as I saw it again from the corner of my eye.
Since I was facing Dudley, I missed where the source of light was coming from.
“I saw that,” said Kingsley. “Where did it come from?”
“Stop the Jeep,” I said to Dudley. “I wanna see where it’s coming from.”
He stopped, but he wasn’t happy about. Can’t say I blame him. Who knows what was gonna come charging out of the shadows at us.
We sat there quietly for a few tense moments before the light flickered once again. Kingsley and I found the source. It was three houses down and coming from an upstairs window.
Now what?
“We should check it out,” said Kingsley. “It could be another survivor.”
“Or it could be a zombie that’s playing with a light switch,” answered Dudley. “It’s too risky. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Shit. Shit. And damn it. I really, really, really didn’t want to go into that dark house and see what kinda nasty freak was gonna run out and try to eat me. At the same time, I couldn’t just walk away and leave a possible living, breathing human in need of help.
Isn’t life wonderful?
“ So what did you do? ”
I played the hero. That’s what I do. I don’t always want to, but I just can’t bare the thought of not being the hero. Does that make sense? I doubt it. I don’t do it for my ego and I don’t do it for fame. I do it…because no one else can. I do it because I have to.
So yeah, we backed the Jeep through the yard of the house right up to the front door in case we had to get out of there in a hurry.
We left Dudley in the Jeep and with my Glock un-holstered; I went to the front door with Kingsley.
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