day now, so I can‘t really blame them.
I’ve also been thinking about what Finn wrote in his letter. Can all of this really be a zombie outbreak? I keep going back to the massacre in the theater, and the crewmember that tried attacking us backstage. They really were acting like… zombies .
This is all so crazy, and I don’t know what to think anymore.
Zombies just can’t exist.
Can they?
August 17 th
Finn is back!
I woke up this morning to find him sleeping next to me, like he was never gone! He jolted awake as I punched him in the shoulder.
I was absolutely fuming.
“YOU IDIOT!” I wailed. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I‘ve barely slept since you left! I thought you were…that you’d…”
“Calm down, Lily,” Finn said sleepily as he rubbed his shoulder. “You were asleep, and I figured you could use the rest. I was tired, too. That and I was scared of how you‘d react when I got back.”
“Damn right, you should be scared! I’ve been all alone, wondering if my husband was ever coming back. Wondering if he’d been torn apart, or worse, turned into one of those things. I almost left to go look for you!”
I caught my breath as my anger quickly turned into relief. He wrapped me in a tight hug as tears stung the corners of my eyes. I buried my face in his chest and realized he was still wrapped in the stupid duct tape.
“What took so long?” I asked, my voice muffled.
I felt his chest rise as he took a deep breath. “Well, at first I thought it would be easy to get to the galley. The first couple zombies I passed stood there, just like before. It’s too bad they’re not all in hibernation mode,” Finn said, shrugging. “Some of them are just pretending to be.”
It was then that I noticed his left forearm. The duct tape was pulled and twisted, and several grey fibers hung from its frayed edges. A black substance was caked and dried in several spots.
My stomach tightened. “Were you bit?” I asked, failing to hide the panic that boiled up inside.
Finn cradled my head as he spoke. “Yes and no. One of them caught me off guard and managed to latch on when I was walking by. It was incredibly strong, but I managed to shake the thing off before it broke through the tape.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his arm as he spoke. The stuff caked on the tape smelled awful, the same stench from when we were in the highway.
“I think some of them are like watchdogs for the rest,” he continued. “They pretend to be dormant, but launch themselves at you as soon as you’re close. The worst part is the noise, they screech when they see you and it wakes the others around them up. It’s horrifying.”
“How do you tell if they’re sleeping or not?”
“I have no idea. They all looked the same to me. You could walk right in front of some, even make a little noise, and they won’t budge. The banshees, however, will twitch and start screeching the second you get close. It’s almost as if they’re setting some kind of a trap. They lure the living in by making them think they’re hibernating, then sound the alarm.”
“I thought zombies were practically brain dead. How could they set a trap?”
Finn shrugged again. “I don’t know, but these ones can. Thankfully I didn’t run into many until I got to the buffet. There was a group of about ten just inside the doors that I had to get by. I thought I was in the clear until I got to the galley door and heard one of them screech. I had to barricade myself inside the kitchen until they lost interest. Strangely enough they all went back to exactly where they were before I came in.”
The images going through my head were starting to make me nauseous. What little food I had in my stomach was threatening to make an appearance. As if we didn’t have enough to worry about, now there were corpses setting traps for
I’ve also been thinking about what Finn wrote in his letter. Can all of this really be a zombie outbreak? I keep going back to the massacre in the theater, and the crewmember that tried attacking us backstage. They really were acting like… zombies .
This is all so crazy, and I don’t know what to think anymore.
Zombies just can’t exist.
Can they?
August 17 th
Finn is back!
I woke up this morning to find him sleeping next to me, like he was never gone! He jolted awake as I punched him in the shoulder.
I was absolutely fuming.
“YOU IDIOT!” I wailed. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I‘ve barely slept since you left! I thought you were…that you’d…”
“Calm down, Lily,” Finn said sleepily as he rubbed his shoulder. “You were asleep, and I figured you could use the rest. I was tired, too. That and I was scared of how you‘d react when I got back.”
“Damn right, you should be scared! I’ve been all alone, wondering if my husband was ever coming back. Wondering if he’d been torn apart, or worse, turned into one of those things. I almost left to go look for you!”
I caught my breath as my anger quickly turned into relief. He wrapped me in a tight hug as tears stung the corners of my eyes. I buried my face in his chest and realized he was still wrapped in the stupid duct tape.
“What took so long?” I asked, my voice muffled.
I felt his chest rise as he took a deep breath. “Well, at first I thought it would be easy to get to the galley. The first couple zombies I passed stood there, just like before. It’s too bad they’re not all in hibernation mode,” Finn said, shrugging. “Some of them are just pretending to be.”
It was then that I noticed his left forearm. The duct tape was pulled and twisted, and several grey fibers hung from its frayed edges. A black substance was caked and dried in several spots.
My stomach tightened. “Were you bit?” I asked, failing to hide the panic that boiled up inside.
Finn cradled my head as he spoke. “Yes and no. One of them caught me off guard and managed to latch on when I was walking by. It was incredibly strong, but I managed to shake the thing off before it broke through the tape.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his arm as he spoke. The stuff caked on the tape smelled awful, the same stench from when we were in the highway.
“I think some of them are like watchdogs for the rest,” he continued. “They pretend to be dormant, but launch themselves at you as soon as you’re close. The worst part is the noise, they screech when they see you and it wakes the others around them up. It’s horrifying.”
“How do you tell if they’re sleeping or not?”
“I have no idea. They all looked the same to me. You could walk right in front of some, even make a little noise, and they won’t budge. The banshees, however, will twitch and start screeching the second you get close. It’s almost as if they’re setting some kind of a trap. They lure the living in by making them think they’re hibernating, then sound the alarm.”
“I thought zombies were practically brain dead. How could they set a trap?”
Finn shrugged again. “I don’t know, but these ones can. Thankfully I didn’t run into many until I got to the buffet. There was a group of about ten just inside the doors that I had to get by. I thought I was in the clear until I got to the galley door and heard one of them screech. I had to barricade myself inside the kitchen until they lost interest. Strangely enough they all went back to exactly where they were before I came in.”
The images going through my head were starting to make me nauseous. What little food I had in my stomach was threatening to make an appearance. As if we didn’t have enough to worry about, now there were corpses setting traps for
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