Chapter NineteenA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnA safe-haven for now...Chapter Nineteen The lobby was quaint. It
wasn’t fancy but it was obvious the decorator was appealing to male
ambiance. Everything was black leather
with steel additions. The sofas, a long
one on each wall, was of thin, leather cushions with stainless steel legs and
arm rests. It came off as eclectic
instead of stylish. The large,
receptionist desk was made the same way, only there were no metal feet. It was a large, curved piece of lush leather
with a mercury-like finish. I tried the phone but there
wasn’t a dial tone. I knew there
wouldn’t be. I decided to check any
other areas on the lobby floor, for any fridge’s that could hold scraps of
something for us to eat, other than the junk we had. I found nothing and other rooms were
locked. I didn’t want to check them
anyway- desiring no more surprises. With nothing more to do than figuring a plan, we sat and did
nothing. I was morose, having
accomplished nothing but another hole for us to hide in. I wondered what my life was like before all
of this. What was my job, what did I
do? What happened to me that stopped me
from remembering? I looked across the lobby.
Somehow, Shawna had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the sofa
cushions. I decided to follow suit; we slept like angels, considering there were
walking devils outside our refuge. I think it was their shuffling near my
window that woke me. I opened my eyes to a heavy darkness. I had no idea what time it was since the
clock didn’t have glowing numbers. I
kicked myself for not keeping better watch but I knew it couldn’t have been
avoided. We hadn’t slept in who knows
how long. Our bodies were exhausted and
we really hadn’t eaten anything that could provide true energy. I gazed out, into the nothing that surrounded me, thinking if we’d
find others out there. Deep down, I held
a strong feeling that I had a family, a marriage with a love that was worth
fighting for. I would have to find where
I belonged because at the moment, we were dispossessed; we had no place to call
home and no one to love. All we had was
one another and we didn’t really like each other enough to consider family an
option. I was beginning to drift again, when I caught a flicker of light
form the corner of my eye. I shot into a
sitting position, my heart thumping like a prairie dog’s foot. It looked like a flashlight beam but as I stared
at it, down the hallway, I knew it wasn’t. “Shawna”, I whispered. I
listened to see if she’d respond but I got nothing. “Shawna!” Sternly I called out but she still didn’t
stir. I stood quietly and grabbed the shotgun and felt my pocket to make
sure I had a couple of shells for back up.
I made my way towards the flickering light. It seemed like it beckoned me, it wanted me
to check it out. Then I remembered the
light before, while in the ceiling of the candy store. As I got closer, the light dimmed.
It was still bright but it seemed to know I was getting closer and it
didn’t want to blind me. I also got the
feeling that it wasn’t harmful. I was in
no danger. Why I felt so, who knows but
I quietly made my way to the elevator hallway.
When I turned to the right, I didn’t see the body of the flat-faced
zombie… *** “Hey! What are you doing over there?” The woman turned to find a handsome, young
man laughing while walking towards her. Her
face was hazy and unidentifiable. The
guy’s was clear and exciting to look at. He was handsome, his skin shining in the sunlight. His hair was brown with light
highlights. His eyes were a golden
brown, almost hazel. The woman loved
that smile. She smiled back, turning her body to show the man the wriggling,
bass on the end of her hook. He shook
with laughter and slipped in the wet grass while trying to help her reel it
in. They oozed happiness, with
love. Her dark skin, shining with pond
water and sweat from the summer heat made her glow. She was his golden goddess. He’d loved her the day he first saw her, even
though she’d refused him. Behind him, two children giggled and ran over to view the prize
catch. The little boy and girl smiled
with the man’s miniaturized faces. Their
laughter was infectious and they all made melodious music. The scene changed and the bi-racial family was going across a
large pond on a paddleboat. The youth
sat on the back, their backs to their parents and giggling while ducks
followed, waiting for handouts of popped corn.
The parents exerted their energy to sending the family over the calm
water. It was a bright day; the sun was golden and the firmament a clear
sapphire. It was a day of frolicking and
play. Some people were running around
the park and there were others who’d rented a paddle or rowboat. It was perfect. Next the man and woman were fussing in a yard. The children were nowhere to be seen. Before the scene played out, it switched to
another where the family were looking out over the Grand Canyon. Then just as quickly, they were on a log ride,
plunging to watery depths! They scenes
kept changing; some were good, happy, angering…
times in lives that made life worth living. Flash after flash of the family in different locations and
activities appeared. So much. Too much… It was a floodgate of images, so
familiar yet foreign. The handsome man’s
face was so close: “I love you Zen”, he whispered. “I love you too”, she responded with a giggle. “More than life itself.” *** “Hey, are you alright No Name?” I opened my eyes, seeing Shawna.
It was dark outside, very dark, making it even darker where were
hid. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen
asleep. I sat up on the couch and threw
my legs over to the floor. I stretched
quietly and looked at the girl, who still stood nearby. Her face was shadowed but my eyes adjusted to the darkness enough
to see lines of concern etched onto her face.
“What?” “Nothing. You were just
mumbling in your sleep. I thought it was
a bad dream or something. Sorry to wake
you.” I rubbed my eyes, “Nah, it’s okay.
I needed the rest. How long have
you been awake?” “I don’t know.” She sat
next to me, “I can’t see the clock”. “Yeah.” Silly me, it’s
dark. I stood up and peeped through the drapes to see an empty
street. It seemed strange that every
evening the Nasty’s disappeared. It’s
like they clung to a bit of normalcy, going to bed when the food is
resting. Then as soon as the morning sun
rose, they were back on the prowl.
Hunger knocking at their dead and empty door. “Do you think they, you know, think?” “Huh?” “Do they know they’re dead, I guess.” I thought about her question.
What constituted dead? When a
person was in a coma, unmoving with terribly low vital signs they were still
alive. They didn’t move, eat or speak
but they were alive. These things, these
ambulatory monsters had no vitals, no communication and no heartbeat but they
walked and they ate. They knew what they
wanted even if it was a sort of animal drive. “I think they know some things.
Exactly what that is, I couldn’t say.
I do know this, whatever they know, I hope it’s all they know. I don’ t want them learning and coming after
us faster or anything else that puts us at a disadvantage.” “I know.” Shawna moved back to her sofa and relaxed. “Do you think everyone is dead?” Her voice floated to me from nowhere. “No. We’re alive, aren’t
we? There are others. Maybe in a few days, we run into a few of
them and find some safety. Maybe even
find your family.” She made a noise that let me know she wasn’t buying it. I wasn’t either but it did sound nice. I stood and walked a bit to stretch my legs. “I think I know my name”, I said.
By the shuffling, I could tell Shawna had sat up. “Really?” “I had a dream. I think I
remembered some things about my past. I
did have a family; I had a little girl and boy.
Real cute too.” “Wow! How’d you
remember? You hit your head or
something?” “Nah, I just saw these images and stuff. It was all really fast but someone said they
loved me. Who knows when it was. Or even if it was real.” “I bet it was- or it could have been a movie. You said there were a lot of images and
stuff.” “It was weird. A movie
huh? Maybe. It was cheesy love story then cause it was
pretty sappy. Probably right, not my
life.” © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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