~Hey there! I know the story's a little serious, but I hope you guys can bear with me! It's my first try at horror/mystery stories and I'm really hoping for feedback! Thanks and enjoy this chapter!~
I didn’t know why I chose to get off at such a dark stop.
There were lamps on, but the tall trees were blocking every spot of light from the waiting shed. I was never going to be seen at this rate. I made my way below the lamp post and stood there…for ages. Not a single vehicle passed by, and I was starting to worry. The place was becoming eerie as well. I hated too much silence.
Just as I was planning on spending the night where I was, I heard a car honk, followed by a tire’s loud screech. It seems like I wasn’t the only one with transportation problems. Normally, I would wait for the person to come my way, but tonight, I’d make an exception. I approached the vehicle with caution, each step being slightly smaller than the previous, my heart racing as fast as a car’s engine running on top speed. The blue sedan’s lights were on, so I had difficulty in seeing who was inside it. “Hello? Does anyone need help? Is anyone hurt?” I called out, my voice echoing. “Is anyone even here?” That last question was mainly directed to myself, as I really thought for sure that the car’s owner had ditched the car and went away.
As I walked closer, I noticed something liquid spread out on the floor. It looked like crushed olives and chunks of meat in red food coloring, with a putrid smell surrounding it. Phew! Similar to what a trampled, renaissance-old taco looks like. The nearer I got to the thing, the more I found it harder to breath; it was like I had a tight leash on my neck. Deciding to give up and get away from such a horrible scent, I turned away, only to bump into someone. The person grunted. Finally, another human being! He was wearing a very wide cowboy hat and his clothes were all tattered and old, making me think of my own vanity and how undignified I must seem at the moment. Oddly though, he had the same rotten smell as those unknown elements I found on the pavement. “Excuse me, but does this vehicle belong to you?” I asked. Another grunt. “I’m sorry but I didn’t quite get that.” Still, the strange man just groaned. He approached me slowly, every fiber in his body shaking and twitching. I took a few steps backward, not in fright, but because of the incorrigible smell. Suddenly, the man’s steps increased momentum and his groans became louder and hollowed. What is this weirdo playing at?! Can’t he see I’m frightened enough? Fearing for my safety, I fled to the lamp post by the bus stop, hoping that the man would be frightened off by light. I don’t want to die like this! I thought, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of my face and neck.
The man came out of nowhere. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He knocked me to the ground and pinned my arms behind me. What is he going to do to me? I heard my shoulders crack. “Aaahhhh!! What do you want??!” I kicked and screamed with all I had, but the man loomed over me, fixing my entire body to the grubby concrete. Unexpectedly, a strong wind swept the man’s hat away – revealing what he really was.
His face was naked of skin, and his eye sockets were oozing with something dark. Slime, blood, and melted flesh bubbled from every part of his face and his hands – his hands – were melting. I stopped struggling and focused on his physical make-up. His fingers were missing its nails and its tips were like bread with mould growing on it. I looked back at the deranged creature, groaning and twitching, with fascination – and with enough facts to confirm my suspicions. A zombie!
Of course! I should’ve guessed that from the very beginning, when I smelt his decaying flesh by the car. The elements on the ground were his all along, probably a part of his flesh that had started to fall off of him. And the second sign, when the creature grunted a reply instead of answering with words: that should have been the most significant trait of all about zombies. They can’t talk. But didn’t they eat human flesh the moment they smell it? The zombie just stayed on top of me, without any indication of tearing me apart. It was like he was planning ways to devour me. Don’t be ridiculous! Zombies don’t have brains! Well, they do, but it’s not functioning now that they’re –
I felt something slimy on my stomach, then cutting the flesh of my skin. His hands. But as I closed my eyes to prepare for death, the creature bit my neck, and then my shoulders. I felt fangs sink deep into my skin, and my blood reacting to this sudden suction. I tried to collect my thoughts, but the more I was drained of blood, the harder it was to stay awake and think. Zombie…fangs? Not…possible…what…getting sleepy…oh God… My heart stopped. So did my life.
~End of the second chapter. Thanks for reading!~
