When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter Two

~Marisol's P.O.V~

“Why won’t you die, son of a bitch?”

A cry of anger squeaked between the undead lips of the monster I happened to be bludgeoning in the face, the ticking of the metal against its head creating a rhythm. Usually, after about three hits, the thing would drop, but this one must’ve been stronger than the normal ones.

I hit it again as it finally stopped croaking, gulping in a huge air of breath, jumping away from its falling body. I gripped the metal of the golf club in my hand, ready to swing again if something was to happen.

I once had a gun; however, I had made the mistake of dropping it after being ambushed by a bunch of flesh-eating bastards, so now, I only had this golf club.

I chuckled darkly to myself, thinking of a joke. I’m surviving a zombie apocalypse, and all I have to show is this lousy golf club.

Pushing back a strand of my auburn hair, I took in long, silent breathes, looking around to see if I was alone. Thank the Lord I was.

I walked out of the small shed I had once resulted to hiding in, looking for any weapons or food to gorge into; nothing. I was lucky to find this golf club before that beast leapt out onto me. If not…

I shuddered at the thought, but quickly pushed it away. I was living in Hell, and this was no time for me to be frightened.

I walked down the desolate street, the wind not even daring to flow through the air as I kept my ears perked, my watch ready as I was prepared for the inevitable to happen.

I flipped my hood up over my head, pacing quietly across the pavement as I looked continued to look, surprised to see that I was, again, alone.

I had always been alone; throughout school, throughout working at the diner, and now, throughout the horror of life I live in now. I was never a social butterfly, unlike the rest of my family.

A bark made me turn around as I smiled softly at the beautiful, golden dog running toward me, tongue flopped out of his mouth like a cheesy grin.

“Darwin!” I kneeled down as his tail wagged excitedly, his nose nuzzling into my palm. I stroked his head affectionately, lovingly. He was the last member of my family, except me, that had managed to survive. He was all that I had left from my past.

“How’d you get away this time, buddy?”

I knew he wouldn’t answer; it’s a dog, I’m not crazy. I’ve grown so lonely over the hellish times, just letting out my voice relaxes me a little.

I stood back up, rolling my shoulders and quickening my pace, the dog following along as I concentrated for a place up high; zombies had a difficult time dragging themselves up stairs; and even if they did make it, it’s not like you wouldn’t have heard their clumsy clunking all the way up to where you were.

Damn, where the hell was I? I didn’t get a chance to glimpse at the town sign, and now I wish I did. I had started out in my hometown, Wichita Falls, Texas, and last time I had checked, I had been in some small town in Minnesota. I had traveled for so long, and so far, every state had been pretty infected with this awful inhabitance.

My mind was somewhere else, and I had to force myself back into reality. Crossing into a dream-like state wasn’t always the best idea when you could be attacked at any time.

I came across a tall building, grinning bitterly to myself.

“Thank you so much.” I prayed to the sky, reaching the back of the building.

I heard the sick slobbering sound of a mouth, maybe a few more, gnawing at something. I tightened my grip on the club, raising it like a bat as I stepped behind a tree quietly, turning my head to view whatever was against the brick.

A slew of zombies were eating one of their own kinds, ripping whatever it was apart, grinding their yellow teeth against the worn bones. I growled quietly to myself, furthering my glance, stepping forward a little.

That was all it took to snap a measly twig in half.

Shit.

The noise automatically attracted the dead to stare at me.  I looked down at Darwin, who knew what to do, running off. I could only pray he would make his way into the building.

A low, moaning sound came from a tall beast, as it stumbled toward me. The others followed quickly as I geared up for a fight. A gruesome hand reached out to grab me, the flesh a dying green, the yellow fingernails hanging off. It opened its mouth, letting out a sound only known by death, flesh hanging out of its mouth.

I growled angrily, swinging the club at its head. It thrashed under my beating, as the others turned to come after me. I finished off the first one before bracing myself for the fight, the club still in hand. One actually attempted to leap, but I managed to jump out of the way, bringing the hard metal plate down onto the back of its neck.

I flipped it back into my hand, holding the actual club in my hand, slimy and slippery I my grip. I tightened my fingers around it as another came after me. I jutted the piece through its stomach as it screamed, high and painful to my ears, before dropping down to the ground, taking my club with it.

So, usually, if you try stabbing any living person in the stomach with the handle of a golf club, the worst they would probably get is a bruise. The cylinder shape isn’t enough to break the skin.

However, being that the zombie is wearing itself out and rotting from the inside, the skin tissue is much softer than usual. Trust me; I’ve had to live with these guys for a few months.

Another came after the next, but I was empty handed. The club was somehow jammed between the ground, and the zombie I had just bashed. I looked around eagerly for anything that could help, finding a fallen tree branch and picking it up. I swung it at his head, the thick piece of wood knocking into his skull. It crushed under the weight of the log, and he collapsed within seconds.

Before the others could come after me, I ran away as fast as I could, angry at myself for losing my club. The log wasn’t that bad of a substitute, though, and it would have to do for now.

I jogged quietly up the stairs of the building, meeting a long corridor stretching in front of me, doors matching on either side. I opened the doors each, looking through the room and making sure that I was alone.

I made my way to the last door, rolling my shoulder back again as I felt something nuzzle the back of my leg. I was about to turn around and beat the shit out of whatever it was, but I recognized the affectionate touch as Darwin’s, and was soothed immediately.

The dark quickly enveloped the building, I had noticed, and I pushed open the door.

Something was on the floor, covered with a thin blanket.

And next to whatever the hell it was, was my silver gun.

“My gun!” I grinned excitedly to myself, reaching down to pick it up.

Something jumped out from under the blanket, a pale hand grasping my gun and pointing it at my face.

“Who are you?!” The voice was odd. It sounded so familiar.

It sounded just like mine.