October 23, 2009

• Of Rats and Men (Pt. 3)

  (Part 1) They Don’t Have Lights
  (Part 2) Insubordination

   

      There used to be stuff here.  Well, of course there is still stuff, but I mean there used to be real, unbroken, usable stuff here.  Stuff, and people.  Maybe the people are still there.  Down there under all this stuff.  That’s what we’re fighting on, broken stuff and dead people.  It’s a shame really, that there had to be so much debris.  This area was attempted to be “cleansed” when the military came through.  This was of course, before everybody found out it was airborne.  All the military did very successfully was ruin the structural integrity of almost every building on this block.  Saving Private Ryan meets zombies, that’s what it looks like here.
      The guy who had been sitting across from me on the train was the first to go.  And by go I mean die.  It wasn’t any ex-human that got to him though.  As soon as we stepped off of the train, it was the rats.  The little fucking zombie rats.  They were faster, and more aggressive than anything we had expected.  We also didn’t even see them coming until they were on us.  Literally, on us.  My right leg is now completely swollen.  It’s a damn good thing you don’t turn by getting bit.  The man that somehow knew how to drive the train, well, his arm has seen better days… and let’s just hope that if we ever come across any females around here, that they don’t won’t to mate.  But it was that stranger across from me on the train.  The man to whom I made myself look like such a fool.  They got his throat.  The driver and I weren’t even facing him.  We had to get the little vermin off of our own damn selves.  As soon as we turned around, there was just a hole in his neck, with a little rat tail sticking out of it.  He didn’t say anything.  We moved on in silence.
      There isn’t much desire to talk when you don’t even know the person you are next to, and it probably won’t matter because they won’t live past the end of the day.  In fact, I think the only words anybody had said for the last two hours after the rats at the station was “What the hell is that?”  We weren’t talking about the rats, we knew what zombie rats were.  What we didn’t know was what this was.  It looked like… nothing we had ever seen.  It smelled like nothing we had ever smelt.  It was black, it was dead, and it looked literally demonic.  All the ground around it was black too, and in fact, the blackness seemed to be growing.  It was as if there was some invisible fire torching the landscape that we couldn’t see.  It looked most definitely, like a demon.  At this point, we were capable of believing anything. 
      That was two hours ago.  We haven’t come across any more of those things yet, but when we get to where we are headed, who knows what we will see – if we make it, that is.

   

      … to be continued.

   

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