Land of the Living Dead

To say it’s been a crappy day would be an understatement. This day, to put it mildly, is probably the single most horrendous 24 hours of my life.

Oh, you don’t believe me? Well lets take a look at my morning so far, shall we?

First of all, I woke up in a strange place, which I had no memory of even stepping foot in, let alone sleeping in. Ever (seriously though, this place was creepy).

Secondly, I couldn’t remember anything. Like, anything at all. In case you’re wondering, it’s beyond freaky to not have any memories at all whatsoever. Honestly, I had nothing. Not even my own name.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the zombies. Those things were seriously getting on my nerves.

Yeah, that’s right: zombies.

But don’t let me fool you. I may just casually throw in the zombie aspect of all this, but in reality, I was scared out of my memory less mind.

Because I was alone.

Depressing, isn’t it?

But I had to keep going. I had to find answers. I had to live, because quite frankly, I just don’t do dead (not really my thing, you know?).

Anyways, I think I beat you on the whole ‘bad day’ scale. But hey! I’m still alive. That’s gotta count for something right? It has to be a good omen.

Alas, it’s only noon, though the hours have dragged on for what seems like a lifetime. And sitting here in this abandoned SUV, everything really started to take its toll on me. I was suddenly exhausted, yet I couldn’t let myself relax. All around me the world was still, undisturbed, not a zombie in sight. But I was still on edge. I was still poised to run.

I was still terrified.

I really need to figure something out. Soon. I thought frantically. The sun was setting fast and I was still just lounging around in the car and I had a feeling that if I didn’t find somewhere safe to sleep, I wouldn’t live till morning.

But what if there wasn’t anywhere safe? A tiny voice in the back of my head cooed. Nothing like a few positive words of encouragement to spur you on. Ha.

Careful not to make any noise, I scanned my surroundings. The creepy, boarded up warehouse that I so pleasantly awoke in cast an eerie shadow down the empty road. Weeds and overgrown grass spilled onto the sidewalk, littered with trash and unidentifiable objects. Farther down the street lay a forgotten teddy bear, probably dropped by a small child.

It hurt to think about what might have happened to that kid.

Reaching into the back seat, I grabbed the two-by-four that I had swiped from one of the warehouse windows earlier that day. Hey, you never knew when you might have to bash a zombie’s head in. It’s best to be prepared, in my opinion.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself physically and mentally for the short but dangerous walk to the abandoned building. I had to be quick and quiet. Piece of cake right?

I threw open the door, wincing as it squealed shrilly. Legs shaking, I stepped out of the car, every muscle in my body tense. My body was itching to run as fast as my legs would carry me, yet I held back. I had to be smart about this- there would be no do-overs.

I tiptoed as fast as I could go without making any noise. To my right, the sun was sinking lower, and lower. Soon it would be night and I had a feeling that the dark brought along more horrors than I could handle alone.

With newfound determination in my steps, I picked up the pace. Any monster that crossed me would get a taste of my friend the two-by-four.

What now, zombies?