Chapter Twenty-TwoA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnDarren makes a connection...Chapter Twenty-Two In the bed,
Darren listened to the sounds of the house.
The Swiss clock ticked and tocked, doing nothing to sedate his ever-worrying
mind. Bedtime was early, seeing as he
had nothing to do or anyone to speak with.
Zen was usually beside him, snuggling beneath the duvet and watching the
silly animated shows for adults. Not
this night. Zen was
upstairs in the spare bedroom. Ella had
left twenty minutes ago; he heard the door lock when she exited. He got up.
He had to se his wife. As he put
on his robe, he felt like a widower, missing her but then kicked himself. What was he thinking? She was just down the hall! She wasn’t dead, just sleeping! No reason to
miss the one you loved when she was still there breathing, sorta. He crept down
the hallway, making sure to avoid the carpeted spots that could possibly alert
the little ones. He felt ridiculous
sneaking in his own home to see his wife!
What a case. In her room, he
spied her in the center of the queen bed, peacefully unconscious. Beside her bed, a small Victorian lamp
glowed. Zen wanted the guest room to
look regal, he remembered. The walls
were covered in a rich burgundy with eggshell colored crown molding at the
ceiling, mid-wall and floorboards. The
bedding was burgundy with gold stitched filigree, just the way she wanted
it. The drapes were burgundy with sheer,
eggshell curtains behind them. It was just
the way she’d requested him to do it. Darren
remembered being dragged into all kinds of stores, shopping for fake gold
picture frames, then having to sit and find the right black and white photos to
use when affixing the colored matting and such.
It was a hassle to him but the room turned out beautiful. He didn’t regret a single minute. He stood there
watching her from the doorway for a moment, smiling to himself at how lovely
she was. If she could see herself, she’d
be flustered and upset. Her hair was
everywhere, as African-American bed-heads usually went. Ella has burned a few candles to give the
room a heavy lavender scent; Zen loved- loves lavender. He had to stop speaking of her in past tense! He made his way
to her bedside and stood looking down on his sleeping beauty. She seemed so at peace that he smiled. She always looked adorable when she slept. “I miss you
Zen”, he whispered. Taking her
hand, he sat on the edge of the bed. Her
hand was so small in his. He raised it
to his lips and lightly placed a kiss, willing her to open her eyes. Not in this tale. “I don’t know
where you are but I want you to know that we are waiting for you. We won’t give up Zen. You can come home when you’re ready. I don’t know where you are- I don’t know if
you can hear me but I can hope right?”
He chuckled softly. “Have you
been sending me messages Zen?” A strong sense
of stupidity rolled over him. Going with
the dreams again? “I feel like you’ve
been telling me something. I’ve seen a
place and I even thought I saw you; I don’t think it was you but …I don’t know
baby. I just know that if you are trying
to tell me something, I’m listening. I
will do my best.” He waited for a
moment. He didn’t expect her to suddenly
sit up and say something, just something.
He got nothing and was beginning to take on loneliness again. Instead of moping, he climbed onto the bed
and laid beside her. He snuggled next to
her, placing his chin into the groove of her neck and nuzzled. He inhaled the
scent of her hospital soap and moaned in sadness. He closed his eyes, remembering their
past. How he won over her heart; how
he’d proposed at the Boathouse and when they had the twins. How he’d bought her the house they now rested
in and how he wanted to make his marriage with her the best thing he could ever
accomplish! *** When the
doorbell rang, the twins shot over to answer it. Darren stopped them and shoo’d them
away. Through the side window, he
spotted a familiar stranger- the man at the park! It was Steven. Darren opened the door and smiled. “Fancy meeting
you here. If I didn’t know any better,
I’d say you were stalking me!” The large
gentleman smiled and reached out his hand.
“I go where God sends me, is all.”
He had a firm grip that Darren hadn’t learned to appreciate and allowed
him entry. “Have a seat”,
he guided. “Would you like something to
drink?” “Oh no, thank
you. I just enjoyed a huge glass of
water before coming over.” Steven sat down
and glanced around the livingroom.
“Lovely place you have.” “Thanks, it’s
not much but it’s home.” “Thank
God. Many don’t have homes. How long have you lived here?” “For about ten
years and hopefully much longer. I like
the neighborhood, it’s quiet.” “Sure is.” Okay, enough with the small talk.
What do I need to do to quickly get you outta here, Darren
thought. “So how do we get this
started?” Steven sat back
and began speaking. He started with his
background in church; how he began teaching Sunday school while attending
school and met his wife. He described
how they became friends, and vowed purity rings. He detailed how the purity rings were
exchanged for an engagement ring. He spoke of how
happy he was and that he was the one who looked forward to the huge wedding
with friends and family. He told of how
Gina desired children, how he’d craved a family but didn’t seem to be in the
cards. Then he told of
the wedding anniversary trip that took young Gina from him and returned to
Heaven. How he’d fallen into a depression
as deep as a chasm; it seemed to have no end.
How he was blessed with an inner-strength that allowed him to pull
himself from the hole and help others. Darren listened
with interest but felt they didn’t have that bond in common. Zen was alive, not dead. She was upstairs, breathing on her own and
more than capable to revive herself once her body was ready. All the tests showed her brain activity was
in working order and they saw no damage, though unable to guarantee anything.
The body did strange things. He knew to not
expect miracles but also knew that he wife was coming back. He would hear Zen’s laughter again. His children would graduate from high school
with Zen, their mother as their teacher.
These things would come to pass. “There were
times”, Steven said. “When I thought I
heard her speaking to me. When I was
alone, on the verge of sleep I guess.” “I’ve heard
Zen”, Darren blurted before realizing it.
Quickly he reeled is excitement back in.
He didn’t want to appear crazy. “I know, it
seems far fetched but I know it was God working with my sweet Gina. I think it was His way of assuring me she was
alright. Back with Him.” Darren thought
on his words, chewing on his bottom lip before speaking. “Well, I don’t think God has Zen but I do
believe she sent me a message. She’s
alive and coming back to us Steve. Can I
call you Steve?” “Sure,
sure. So you think she’s talking with
you?” Darren sat
back. He knew that depending on his
response to such a question, Steven could either refer more talking or a shrink. No one was going to take his blessing for a
sign of insanity. “Well, I don’t
know. I do know is that I’ve heard her
and I think I’ve been to a place she’d frequented.” “Uh,
frequented?” That’s it! “Never mind.
I just know that she’s here, not just physically in this house. My wife is coming back.” The men stared
into each other’s eyes for a brief moment.
They didn’t blink or glance away.
Had Ella not walked through the front door, who knows how long they’d
have sat there. “Oh, I’m sorry
Mr. Maysfield-“ “You’re fine
Ella, we’re just talking.” Ella nodded at
Steven and made her way to the second floor.
Darren informed Steven of the assistance and they got to talking
again. Darren spoke of his romance with
Zenolyn before marriage. Before they’d
realized it, an hour passed and it was time to close the meeting. “Do you mind if
I close us with a prayer Darren?” Darren cleared
his throat and pushed his hands into his back, jean pockets. He’d never prayed with a man alone, other
than Pastor. It was odd but he didn’t
refuse. “Lord, during
this trying time, we know you are in the midst.
We know you are watching over the Maysfield family and we know that you
have Zenolyn here for a reason. If in
fact you have allowed her to communicate with her husband Darren, please allow
the message to be clear. Allow Darren
comprehension and the ability to act on it. “Also give him
the strength he needs to care for his children and himself while waiting on
Your move with his wife. We know that
something is going to happen Lord. In
your time, let Your will be done. We
pray, …” “Amen”, they
said together. Darren cleared
his throat and shook hands with Steven.
“Uh, thanks Steve.” “No, thank you
for allowing me into your home. I would
like for you to call me please, on a day next week that we could meet.” “Next
week?” What is this, Darren wondered. “Yes, with
Stephen’s Ministry we meet every week until the situation is resolved and you
won’t need me anymore. I can work with
you and your schedule; I’m retired.” “Thanks Steve.
I appreciate your visit.” At the door
Steven stopped and turned to face Darren.
“Didn’t you say that your wife is here?” “Yeah, that was
her nurse you saw earlier. She’ll be
leaving soon. She takes care of Zen.” “Nice. May, may I meet her?” “Zen?” “Yes. I mean, normally the relationship between us
is strictly between you and I but this, to me is a rather delicate
situation. I’d like to see her, if
that’s alright.” Darren tossed
the idea around before affirming the idea.
He walked Steven down the hall and up the stairs. At the end of the hallway was Zen’s
room. The door was ajar, with Ella
inside. She was tucking the blankets
when they walked in. “Is something
wrong?” She asked. She stepped away from the bed. “No, you’re fine
Ella. Thank you for your work. I just wanted to introduce Steve to Zen. Can you give us a moment?” “Absolutely”,
she said and walked out. It was awkward,
making an introduction to his wife while she slept but he did it. Then he stood back while Steven walked over
to her and sat in the chair Ella was using.
He smiled and patted her hand. He
looked up at Darren and winked. “She’s
lovely. I think the two of you have a
lot to discuss very soon.” “Oh I’m
sure. I just want her back, I don’t care
what we discuss”, he said. “I think you
will. She’ll be talking to you soon.” With that,
Steve stood up and they left the room.
Another ten to fifteen minutes later, he was gone. Darren liked the man but thought him a bit
strange. And what was that line about
talking soon? Darren took a
shower as soon as Ella left. He threw on
his boxers and walked into Zen’s room again.
He sat on the chair and just stared at her. He remembered times before they had the kids;
he cherished those times more than ever now.
Times were simpler. When they were
spontaneous and carefree. There was one
time in particular that he loved the most.
It was when he took Zen fishing for the first time. She’d been leery of the worms, fish, and dirt
(girl fears) but he was more than capable of setting her hook and line, keeping
her from the so-called icky
stuff. What he wanted was for her to
gain the experience. He wanted to be
able to tell his friends that they spent time fishing…something most of his
friends’ girls and wives never did. She did
great. They were in the New Madrid area,
Darren had seen photos online of flathead and blue catfish that weighed up to
seventy and eighty pounds caught. He
couldn’t imagine them catching anything that big but he did want
something. That day ended with them
catching six of the smallest Blues ever! Then right
before they set back to shore, Zen fell out of the boat! She was trying to reel in her line, standing
because she thought it happened faster and toppled over. The scene was frightening and he just knew she’d
been ruined for fishing but she came up squealing and laughing at the same
time- a twelve pound flathead on her hook! She amazed him
that day, not being sour on the experience and bragging to all of her
friends. He was so proud and happy. Zenolyn was the greatest woman he’d ever
met. With that happy thought, he drifted
to sleep. *** The streets
were shoddy and void of life. Everywhere
he looked, papers floated in the wind.
Cars were demolished, some inside of store windows and over-turned on
sidewalks. The place looked as if it had
been placed in a Yatzee cup and tossed.
How could a town be so ruined? As he walked,
Darren peered upward. The clouds drifted
overhead, covering a deep grey sky.
There was no color in the area. A
heavy fog or smoke floated by, making the streets look like a warzone instead
of the business district. It was
difficult to see in some areas but there appeared to be shapes
periodically. Were there people
wandering about in this? Then the quiet
was broken by the sound of footfall quickly coming in his direction. Darren wasn’t sure if he should move or not
so he stood still, waiting to see who’d emerge from the soupy mist. There, just ahead a form was taking
shape. Yes, a person was running right
at him. Darren put his
hands out to his sides, bracing for possible impact. That’s when he heard the others. Behind the shape running towards him were
others. Many feet and…was that
moaning? Yes, there were moans, like a
thousand souls in abysmal yearning. Who
were these people? He waited for
what seemed like forever. The hurried
feet still approached but he saw no one.
The voices rose in volume but they didn’t show themselves. He waited.
The sounds
never left his ears. They were coming
but it seemed like forever- then the person pushed through the billows, head
turned away, looking over their shoulder.
The person was wearing a pair of beige pants that were covered in
stains. A white tank top stained with
who knows what, worn underneath a strap holding a backpack. Sticking out of the backpack was a
shotgun! What tha- In the person’s
hand was a purple, aluminum bat that dripped a thick, black liquid. It swung back and forth in their hand,
throwing the liquid everywhere, even on the already nasty shirt she wore. She.
It was a woman. And now the
shadows in the mist began to show themselves.
There were faces coming clear, looking to be mottled with blisters, cuts
and burns. Their eyes, they were white
like cream. The pupils were yellowed orbs
underneath the milky film, making them look empty, evil. Some had clothing that appeared to have come
from a nearby landfill, darkened, tattered and torn while others were stained
with what Darren thought to be blood. It
was a ghastly sight. The smell
wasn’t very friendly to the senses either.
All of them, the running woman included, smelled of rancid meat. The smell that assaults you before you pass
the buck that was struck down on the roadside had nothing on this clan. They’d been rolling in something decaying-
no, they were fetid- they were dead! Darren was
about to dodge the mob headed in his direction when he saw the woman stop and
take a stance to fight. He tried to yell
at the woman to move, to find safety but nothing fell across his lips. He couldn’t make a sound. He watched the
woman bring her left foot forward and swing.
Her arms straightened, turning at the waist, making a perfect home run
swing. She stopped with the bat over her
opposite shoulder and then she braced to swing in reverse, bringing her right
foot up front. The head of a deceased
cop burst on her left side, sending black blood in a spray around her. She brought the
bat down and swung upward, throwing a woman’s jaw up into her sinus/maxillary
area. The crunch was audible even at
Darren’s distance. The body flew up and
back, knocking three other bodies down.
Two more bodies ran up to take place of the fallen. The woman
dropped the bat and pulled the shotgun from the backpack. Two loud booms emanated from the fire stick
and bodies disintegrated, leaving a cloud of black blood floating on the
breeze. A loud schook schook came from the gun and she put it back into her
bag. The area was clear. She heaved two heavy breaths and then turned
to Darren’s direction. Darren’s
stomach plummeted, it was Zen! Her hair
wasn’t loc’d and her body was thinner but it was her. She had her hair in a ponytail that was
covered in ash and grime. Her face was
filthy, along with her arms and chest and clothing but it was her. His wife was alive, and fighting like Ripley
against the aliens! She didn’t look
at him but past him, through
him. She knelt down and picked up her
bat and took off again. She ran hard and
fast. He could see the determination in
her face and body as she moved along.
She didn’t see him. She was
running and she was fighting for her life.
His wife- his everything was in danger and he couldn’t even speak with
her. Darren called
out again after she passed him by. He
tried to run behind her but she gave no indication of his presence. Minutes later, he felt the whooshing of other
bodies flying past. There were more of
the dead giving chase. “Zen!” He shouted.
She faltered and looked over her shoulder. Did he hear her? “Zenolyn!
I’m here!” She looked but
only saw the monsters closing in. She
turned back and ran for her life. She
didn’t see her husband and her husband couldn’t help his wife. © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2012 Last Updated on April 4, 2012 Tags: Stephen Ministry, zombies, fighting, connection, love, longing AuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, 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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