How the zombies came
to be
“A little back story about this next part. I would write the story in my head or turn on
the voice recorder on my phone and tell my story on my drive every day. I was trying to decide how I was going to bring
the zombies into the story. I would put
my brain in writing mode and begin playing the story in my head.
This morning I had bought a candy
bar out of the vending machine at work, got my semi ready and proceeded to
leave. It was four thirty as I drove across
the yard. I retrieved my candy bar out
of my lunch bag and dropped it on the floor.
I set my air brakes and proceeded out my truck. As I jumped off of the last step on my semi
to the ground, I came face to face with what appeared to be a real zombie. My mind was telling me to get back into the
truck, but my momentum was not allowing me to.
She appeared to be a transient woman in her sixties. Teeth were missing, her hair was a mess with
pieces of grass in it. She was wearing
heavily soiled clothing, and a knee brace on one knee. All she asked for was a cigarette. It took me almost a half an hour to stop
shaking uncontrollably. It was not so
funny when it happened, but is hilarious now. And so the zombies were born. To this day, I look a little closer at the
shadows throughout the yard”
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Back at the plant, Deacon backs the semi into the dock when Trent
gets a phone call from a government official.
The man informs him that his wife has been injured at work, and because
of the circumstances they will keep him informed. Deacon sees that the news of his wife is
really messing with his head. He watches
as emptiness sweeps Trent’s face, and he begins to fidget. After they get their
things put away. They put the semi key
back in the key box. Deacon and Trent start walking out to their personal
vehicles.
Just outside of the door Deacon remembers he left his keys
in his cubby. He tells Trent that he has
to run back in to get them. On his way
back out to his truck, Deacon spots two men running towards Trent. He run out the door to yell at them just as
they catch up to Trent. They begin biting
him and tearing at his skin. He hears
Trent scream out in pain and terror.
Deacon runs towards them and yells for them to stop, when one of them
looks up at Deacon. It stops biting
chunks of flesh from Trent, and growls. It stands back up and moves towards
Deacon. Deacon turns, and runs back
towards the plant doors. This person, or
thing is not far behind him. He can hear
the sound of its footsteps gaining on him.
Deacon makes it to the door, he
is desperately tries to get his key card to unlock the door. This thing chasing him is right behind him. He hears the lock click open, and darts in
the door. Before he can shut the door
behind him, this person barely gets his hand inside the doorframe. Deacon flashes back to what this thing just
did to Trent, and kicks the door shut. This
man furiously pounds on the glass. He
looks horrid. He is very pale, with all
color drained from its face and skin.
The only color is Trent’s blood dripping from its chin. His eyes are dark and sunken in, his veins
are poking out. His eyes seem lifeless
and without a soul. Deacon notices a strange
tattoo on his forearm, similar to a bar code.
He does not appear to be in any pain, even though his hand is stuck in
the door. He seems only to want to get
to Deacon, as he scratches frantically with his free hand at the glass.
Deacon pulls his cell phone from his pocket and dials 911. An exhausted emergency dispatcher answers, notifying
Deacon that there are no available officers.
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