A Crushing Weight

May 25, 2009


The four moved quietly through the deserted Phoenix suburb, the hot desert sun beating down on them causing the street to shimmer in the intense heat. Turning right at a large ‘T’ junction they quietly moved toward the next intersection and came to a stop, waiting as the leader peered around the corner. He turned around and motioned for the others to gather close.

“There’s three ahead, barely moving, Nate, Mark, Mel, pick a target each, get in close and knife the brains, no guns unless it’s an emergency, can’t afford any extra attention now.” The three, moved out from the corner, fanning out and slipping knives from sheaths with practiced stealth.

All three zombies were faced away from their assailants, the first two made no sound as the blades slid through the base of their jaw and into their brains. Mel looked across as the first two slid to the ground, skipped the last few steps forward, gripped the zombie’s hair and rammed the blade into its jaw. With a sickening crack, she felt the blade catch in its teeth and then slip from her grasp as the zombie twisted toward her.

She dived to her right as the undead reached toward her face, rolling, gripping and pulling with practiced ease, a small pistol she had tucked into her boot. As she sighted down the barrel at the zombies head she heard a heavy sound behind her, and with a rushing ‘glunk’ her world went dark.

Harley, the leader, stared in disbelief as the giant; almost 800lb undead zombie appeared from the side street behind Mel, slipped and fell directly on her. As it picked itself up Harley sighted down his rifle and tried to ignore the crushed and twisted body of his girlfriend. Steadying his aim he held his breath, squeezing the trigger as the giant undead rushed toward Mark. The shot flew into its collar bone, smashing flesh and ripping the lower part of its neck clear. Unstable from the blast the giant wavered, giving Mark enough time to pull his own pistol clear, but only enough time to put two rounds through its neck, before it closed the gap and dragged him to the ground tearing into his face.

Harley sighted a second time, trying to get a clear shot on either the giant or Nate as he struggled with the face impaled zombie. Swinging the sights from target to target he saw the giant raise up and again tried to ignore the bloody mess that was feebly trying to raise a hand to its now missing jaw. He sighted, breathed out and pulled the trigger as the giant reached for Nate. Harley smiled as the bullet smashed into its upper jaw, cleaving a path for the top of the undead’s head to drop down into its torn open upper chest cavity. With a giant shudder it fell to the ground, blood splashing out against Nate’s feet, who in turn stepped back, slipped and grabbed his attackers arm, while twisting his knife blade deep into the undead’s eye socket. As they both fell the last thing Nate saw was Mel’s knife butt ramming down into his own eye as the lifeless corpse fell on top of him.

Harley blinked, unable to comprehend that all three of his friends lay dead or dying on the hot asphalt road. Dropping the rifle he ran forward toward Mel and stopped. Staring in disbelief he watched as the giant undead began to push itself up. Reaching down he pulled his pistol from its holster and started to fire rounds into the undead’s back. It turned toward him as he finished the clip and started to reload. Still staring in disbelief comprehension dawned on Harley. Protruding where its neck had been was scraps of vertebrae bone, all remnants of its skull were gone, as its entire upper head, including brain had dropped down inside its chest cavity. It started to run in his direction and frozen with fear, Harley finished reloading and started to fire wildly praying that his shots would hit the submerged brain.

His prayers went unanswered as the massively obese undead slammed into him, tripping and crushing him to the ground. With the sound of his ribs snapping loudly in his ears and his entire face enveloped in rotten flesh Harley struggled against the massive weight. His vision began to fade as the choking stench filled his nostrils and the intense weight forced his chest flat. Pain lanced through him as ribs snapped clear in half and as the blissful darkness enveloped him he thought back and wished they had turned left at the road junction.


Our Love Eternal

May 22, 2009

Shadow Couple

To Whom It May Concern:

Did you know that harboring a zombie is just like raising a child?

To begin with all your friends think you’re mad. “Why throw away your life looking after something that needs constant attention?” they might ask.

But just like raising a child, when the urge comes to have one, it’s something you just have to do.

For me it came late last week. It was a beautiful morning and I awoke to clear skies and bird song. I got up, dressed, ate breakfast and went to sit out on the front porch to await my husband’s return. I did not have to wait long, as I spotted his crumpled body on the sidewalk as soon as I walked .

His skin was pale, blood was everywhere and he was barely alive, but he managed to whisper that he had been attacked by some other survivors out for his supplies. They had taken everything he carried, beat him and then shot him in the gut.

Fortunately for him I can keep a level head in stressful situations, and so I quickly moved him indoors, gave him some water and bandaged his wounds.

He was asleep when I left and it took me almost the entire day to find one, I had to check a lot of old disused houses, dark alleys and other unsightly places. In the end I found it crawling through a ditch on the side of the road.

When I returned home, my husband was awake, struggling against the restraints, more so when I produced the head. I placed it next to his thigh and stuffed an old T-shirt into his mouth to stop him screaming.

I don’t really know why he screamed. Sure it hurts, but now that I appear to have lost some blood the pain is starting to go away. I should probably have had it bite my arm as it’s rather hard to walk now, but love is painful, I know this. He doesn’t scream any more, he just shuffles around the room and occasionally bangs against one of the boarded up windows, but in a few moments I will go in there with him, so that he will not be lost and alone, so that we can be together for eternity.

You see, unlike a child, having a zombie means you cannot touch them whenever you like. You cannot pull them close and hug them. You cannot wake up next to them each morning and look deep into each other’s eyes. You have to keep them at arm’s reach.

But just as a child changes into an adult we can change too.

It is getting hard to write and I am getting cold, so I go to join him now, to be with my love forever more.

Do not disturb us.