When DEAD calls

Chapter 11

JEFF SMITH'S POV

'I hope it's just a dream' is all I just say. The lady seem to just whirl around my senses that seem to make my articulation 'non-existent'. I can't explain under circumstances on how my conscious seem to react. Her blood-tainted fingers just dominate the sights that seems favorable. My eyes just want to go back to the times where my books used to make those beautiful rustles. Of Tim making those lifeless jokes with his usual sense of humor. The heaviness which dawn over my body from those times where I actually used to sleep. I know that I didn't fall asleep, clearly after witnessing the most horrid images yet. But it felt more 'real' and I don't want that.

I guess I just have to face it. There's a huge difference between being brave and controlling your fears. But for that I must just believe. My eyes feel warm than the usual chill that seeps through the exposure. My eyelashes tend to embrace the acrid grease that forms while I sweat. And my intuition smells something fishy. My eyes meet over an image that seem to pull my senses away. A lady not far rushes and her features is noticeably familiar. Anna with her usual liveliness gives that glare with a slight ray of eccentrically tinted fear.

'Jeff! Jeff!'

'Anna! How did you find me?', I asked in a surprised tone

'I guess you have a company now. The ghost seems to know our deepest fears', she said, not answering my first question.

'The ghost? So, is it then...'

'The ghost knew something personal...something I've forgotten myself...I happen I ha-pp-en to t-o meet the holocaust with the illuminati', hesitation is the right word to say about her tone of speech.

Before I could utter....a hammer-struck sound erupted. My eyes sensed flames of fire. Then....it turned gruesome. Kaboom is all I can say.

Explosion. I went stone-deaf. The floor just gave a hard shake. The building was half-broken to such an eminent tremor. Glass panes shattered into speckles. Wall cracked. That's what happened. Only difference is that its real and I may end up in headlines-'CIA agents' death give a terror-alert'. But nothing happened to the painting and the wadrobe. They seem perfectly fine. I'm dead right? How come I don't feel light. But Anna seems very much real. What's happening! I'm very much dead. I'm an agnostic for now and not very much a theist.

'Earthquake?', I asked, tapping my ears, as I couldn't hear myself.

'What 'bout the noise, then?', Anna asked gallingly.

'Maybe played with a ear-splitting noise?', I said feeling myself bizarred.

'Let's move towards the door', she said, as she pinched my arm with a sharp twist.

I'm alive. She knew what I was thinking.

We hurried across the room and pushed the wooden slab out of the doorway, only finding a bunch of dead people strewned in the frontyard, which looked more like a graveyard. It's the next zombie movie I've seen the day before I left home. Not until I've seen an infant drooling with blood across my footsteps. The people were brutally killed beyond recognition. They no more look humans, they are misshapened, deformed. My nerves were stabbed as I saw the mere innocence in their delicate visages.

We just kept walking on the disturbingly clean cold black stone pavement. Not even a drop of blood is stained on this path. That was falsificated. We just kept walking, that was our only notion. Anna, walking besides, was very close to me, her grip in my hands growing tighter and tighter due to mixed expression of shock and horror, making me feel heroic. A racy smile just crossed my lip and wiped it of immediately, before she sees me smiling like a mad fellow. We found ourselves near a factory.

'Here we are', Anna announced 'the crime scene which Tim was talking about-Chernobyle Nuclear Power Plant. Interesting, right? I thought this place was exploded. But it does't look like the ruins of the factory. Are we at the right place?', she asked and suddenly there was a loud screech that my ears went deaf again. The noise fainted. But worse happened - we turned back to find those dead ones, ALIVE.