ZABU ( zombie.apocalypse.between.universes)

Chapter 2 : Chains

  2 months passed since I was put down here. Two months my mom stopped coming down about 3 weeks ago. She said she couldn't do it anymore she was worried about the whole scratching nails and mashing teeth part about me now. I don't blame her. But over time she said she was running out of food to feed me and began giving me ingredients in stead, the last week she gave me sugar, the week before cinnamon. When mom came down those last few weeks I noticed something she seemed more jumpy and scared when she fed me instead of just walking up to me and opening the end of the mask to feed me and occasionally chatting with me, me giving the only responses I could give back. Instead she just put the plate just within reach and left never a hi or an I love you. Then after that week she never came back I can only assume that she left. Or worse they got her. I look down seeing the once pristine and shiny chains which are now crappy and rusted I wonder if... . I tug a bit on the chain that holds me to the wall. It cracks a bit I tug once more... CRACK! The chain falls to the ground. I began breaking the other chains. Free I was finally free, I can walk . I attempted to stand but fell on my face passing out.

  I awake I slowly standing up this time. I limp slowly to the wall hugging it and slowly making my way up the stairs. I open the door to the basement and squint Jesus Christ that sunlight is bright. I walk further still hugging the wall like it was my father speaking of which. I see a man handcuffed to the table I slowly raise my bandaged hand and wave. The man handcuffed to the table groans and reaches his hand out I high five him. The handcuffed man doesn't seem amused. I mean maybe I can't really tell I mean he is missing his jaw and a good chunk of his head. I walk away from the groaning probably dead man and grab what appears to be a phone that's laying on the counter. I try turning it on surprisingly I does turn on. Its at about 20% not much but it will do I guess. I take the phone and limp to the kitchen cabinets opening them and peering inside them. I see sugar and that's it just three bags of sugar, I smile I guess mom was gonna feed me at some point if she got this much. I limp to the fridge and open it I see some probably expired meat. Since I'm dead I'm guessing I suppose I can eat this I'm gonna not eat humans for about as long as I can. I rip open the package of raw expired food product before setting it on the counter and lifting my mask up. I pick the expired meat up and dig my teeth into it... Not bad no actually it's pretty bad because it tastes like nothing. I quickly swallow the bland tasting meat and open a bag of sugar dumping some of the contents into my mouth and then put my mask back down. It tastes really good. Great at least that's not screwed up for me. I limp out of my old kitchen and into the living room the TV is gone and the table looks broken the couch looks like it's been cut by like every knife in existence. I deside to look at the living room later. And limp upstairs to my room I open the door seeing about every blanket in here and all the pillows we own trown haphazardly on the bed. I guess if I want I could sleep in here if I so desire. I leave my room and open the door to the bathroom that's across the hall I open it and look in the mirror I almost scream at what I see. The gas mask I'm wearing is spotted with blood I have only small amounts of hair that has dried clumps of blood intangled in it. An much like the man handcuffed to the kitchen table I'm missing a quarter of my skull all that remains is brain matter. I slowly raise the mask and tears roll down my face my mouth has bits of flesh missing around the edges of my lips and some of my teeth have rotted an affect of the amount of sugar I've eaten I guessed. I put the mask back down saying it's probably best I don't go near a mirror again. Before exiting the bathroom.