The Last Plague

Chapter Three: They Come

Their moans filled the air. I stuttered back to my bed in shock. I couldn't figure out how they had found me. I had boarded up my home, stayed completely silent, and laid low. There would be nothing that would have attracted them.

Their moans continued intoxicating through the air. Their hands still ricocheted noise as they clawed on the wood. I laid down and tried calming myself. I knew they couldn't get in. I had checked everything and made sure they couldn't break in. I even tried falling asleep, but my body refused. I laid there, three days and nights, listening to the moans. I would only get up to eat. I tried not looking out the windows, I was worried about what I might see.

Those days were terrifying, even knowing I was safe. The zombies would claw against the wood endlessly. Their moans started drilling into my ears. I started feeling like they would never stop—like they were almost a part of me. Part of me wanted to go deaf, just cancel out the noise from them. This could be my life, and if I wanted to go on living, I wouldn't be in contact with anyone anymore. Going deaf actually was an option for me.

Of course, I don't think he should have hidden from the officer. I don't really like what happens here. I feel like the zombies may have sensed him somehow. I had something similar to this happen, where I was trapped inside my own home, but it wasn't because of me avoiding an officer. Where I lived where there wasn't an evacuation. The zombies came anyway, and I, with several other friends, was trapped inside our homes. Luckily, we were able to talk to each other, but it wasn't easy with zombies surrounding us outside.

~Trina

There seemed to be less and less clawing at my door. Their moans seemed to lessen in number. When I finally only heard one moan I decided to go outside. I was sick of staying inside, not knowing what was going on around me was stressful. I grabbed a sturdy wooden pole and walked outside. I saw one of the zombies eating the others. It was reaching into the others' flesh and shoving the flesh down its throat. It paused when I came out.

It let out a moan as it spat at bloody flesh on the ground. I started slugging towards me. It looked at its slime and noticed it was at least twice as large. I looked at the dead zombies lying on the floor, their slime wasn't there. The zombie eating the others looked like it had stolen their slime. Its chest was still a normal size, but it was taller with its newly stolen slime.

I ran at it and swung my pole to its head. I heard a loud screech, and it fell to the side, but it quickly picked itself up. I noticed it was a woman as it started slugging towards me again. I tried hitting at its slime, but the pole was gripped instead. I tried pulling out the pole, but it was stuck inside the slime. I ran back into my house and slammed the door shut. I heard the constant pounding on the door from the creature.

I ran around inside trying to find something I could use; I found a broom. I walked out my back door with it and tried killing the zombie without it seeing me. Of course, it noticed me in seconds. I continued hitting it at it and wanted to knock it dead. I finally hit its head one last time and it dropped on the floor, dead.

I sat there, staring at the lifeless creature. It had once been a living human until it became a zombie. Then I killed it, ending its life. It starved, I realized. The zombies could actually starve. That made me calmer, knowing they would eventually starve. I stayed inside my home for a little longer; not knowing what else to do. The next day was the same as the ones before, the only difference was the corpses in front of my door.

I didn't know what to do about the bodies. If they were contagious, I would get infected with whatever the disease was. You've already attacked one of them, you could already be infected. The thought came to my mind and I suddenly shuddered. Becoming a zombie was a haunting thought. The word itself was becoming haunting the more I used it. I despised the fact that I had bodies laying in my front yard. I eventually settled with dragging the bodies away to my side yard, if I used gloves.

I continued telling myself I wasn't in physical contact with any of the zombies. After dragging the corpses to my yard I settled down. I didn't want any other contact or experiences with zombies. I almost felt like I didn't have a choice. My own home started giving me memories that I didn't want; reminders that gave me stress and fear.

I felt like I only had one choice. If I stayed I'd live my life trying to survive, never to see any intelligent life again. Leaving and searching for other people around me seemed like the only good option. I really didn't think I had a choice. I packed all of my food and slept in my house one more sleepless night.

I woke up the next morning, ready to leave. I was leaving behind my home—and the word zombie. The work brought back memories that I hated. I even shuddered from saying the word; the word itself seemed scary enough. I already knew where I would be going; the same direction the police had gone over a week ago. That was over a week ago, they could still be evacuating, you might not even find them. Morbid thoughts started crowding my head. I began to grow worried again. I refused to let that stop me, I started walking in that direction.

I didn't see any of the creatures ahead of me. I felt calm walking into the streets. The bright light from the sun gave me a full view ahead of me. To my appreciation, I was able to see everything around me. The road seemed clear ahead of me. I continued walking down the road without any more worry.

After several hours of walking, I could still only see the emptiness in front of me. There was nothing that I could find that didn't seem strange. I stayed on the same road I had been walking on, and an eerie emptiness and quiet filled the street. Trees became more frequent and taller as I went on. Soon, there was a thick forest surrounding the streets. They seemed to grow darker the farther I went, like they were concealing a dark secret.

Night came quicker than I had expected, but I settled down eventually. The quiet around me was calming; the darkness was eerie. I laid on the rock, trying to fall asleep. After realizing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep, I started walking again. The night grew darker and clouds fell over the sky. The air around me became colder the later it got. My legs started growing sore. When I finally became tired I laid down on a tree.

The woods still seemed to be hiding something. An unsettling feeling came over me while I laid there. It was eventually overthrown by my longing to sleep. I felt my eyes grow heavy. I fell asleep with the heavy clouds.

A large crash of thunder woke me up in moments. The tree I was under started pouring down water from above me. I was in a large storm. The rain poured down heavier than I had seen in a while. I walked near the edge of the road under the trees. There was still rain that would penetrate the trees and hit land me, but it wasn't nearly as harsh.

I continued walking throughout the day wishing for the rain to leave. After several hours I still hadn't gotten any better. Thankfully, it wasn't getting any worse. The rain persisted after many hours of walking. I could still hear crashes of thunder and see lightning illuminate the sky. I was soaked within minutes from when it started, but I continued walking. My shoes and socks were soggy as I continued walking through the trees.

The rain had started to lessen, and the sky began to brighten. I started walking in the street again. I regretted walking out there the moment I did it though. I found two bodies lying lifeless on a tree. Their hands were clutching to their chests and they were really skinny. There were no injuries on them, just their lifeless, pale faces laying on the tree. I looked around me in fear, and saw a few other bodies littered against the road and trees; they all looked like they had starved.

I was disgusted and horrified all the same. I started walking quickly down the road. The lightning had settled down, but the occasional strike would make everything creepier around me. I had almost started running at that point, trying to get away from the bodies.

After almost an hour of running, I began to see a dirt path in the distance. I could only see a faint outline, but it was there. I continued running after it. I pumped my legs as quickly as I could. The path began to grow closer.

I continued running, desperate to find the path. It was almost within me. I was finally glad to see it. I paused in front of it, and stared down it. The end of it wasn't in sight. It was a small dirt path that led into the woods. The trees seemed to stretch over it more the further the path went. I started walking down into it.