I sat there with a vivid imagination, feeling like an astronaut who wondered around in the empty space. Starting from my pounding heart, I felt blood running to the every corner of my body through my veins. I let go of my head and arms, releasing them to the space around me, letting them wave and fly away as they wished. I saw Tara and Ryan making out romantically and enjoying each other. Tara's gentle moan deeply affected my hyper conscious mind. I turned to Alex. She was lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling with a blind sight. The room had filled up with a thick fog from the smoke. Despite my weightless body and vivid mind, I managed to crawl to her without passing out.
"Hey..." She said without any emotion on her face as I leaned into her. But she kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Hi..." I replied in overwhelming joy. I couldn't remember the last time I've been so happy.
"Is that fan going to fall down on us?" She asked.
I lied down on my back next to her imitating her posture. What I saw started me. I expected the fan to be few foot away and safely fixed to the ceiling. But it was inches away from my face wagging its wings like an angry monstrous helicopter hitting me with its hurtful wind waves. Unable to take it any longer, I turned my face aside and gazed at Alex.
"Aren't you afraid?" I asked.
"I am." I heard her voice as if it was coming from an angel.
"We are in heaven." I said grabbing her chest with my hand and kissing her cheeks. I felt a sudden difference in my heart rate and within seconds, I lost my conscious.
Without any knowledge of the time, I opened my eyes. I was thrown into a whole new world. Alex was passed out next to me. I saw her body moving in the rhythm that she was breathing, which relieved me. The drugs we took were not legal, and they were not even illegal. Nobody knew about them to label them as illegal. It was a yellow-orange flower that my best friend Ryan got to know of in his trip to India. He also managed to bring a plant home, by convincing his parents that it was a very expensive decorating tool. Whenever it gave us a new flower, we'd take the bud and smoke it like marijuana. We knew that it would definitely make us pass out—and if we overdose, there was a clear chance that we wouldn't wake up at all. Its main use back in the day was to finish-off highly wounded or dying patients in peace. However, if it was a very small amount, it gave a buzz that amateurs can't handle.
I stood up with much effort and observed the room. Tara was lying next to Ryan half-naked. It seemed they didn't get to finish their performance before passing out. The room was not smoky as it was before, indicating the good amount of time that we were unconscious. It was rather dark and cold. To the whistling noise, I looked up. The ceiling fan was wagging its wings very fast.
"Good shit. Right?" Ryan's voice came from the dark corner of the room.
"I'm still spinning." I said.
"Yeah you should be—after smoking this shit." He looked at his girlfriend lying on the floor. "Oh brother," He said grabbing her blouse and throwing it on her chest.
"I'm gonna get something to eat." I said as the hunger struck me in hardest manner. It was wise to be prepared because after waking up, the hangover made us really hungry.
"Wait for me..." He said standing up. "How long has it been?"
I checked my wristwatch as I walked out the room.
"Sixteen hours." I replied doing the calculations in my mind.
"Thank god." Ryan said catching up.
We were careful on the stairs remembering the time Ryan got his teeth broken after falling down.
"Thank god indeed." I said opening the fridge and taking out the pizza.
After warming the food up we went for the big screen. Sitting on the couch like dead bodies we enjoyed a movie as we stuffed ourselves. The hangover wasn't much of a trouble because after the long passed out period, it would leave only making us eating machines. As always, we waited till the girls to wake up, and then we'd do whatever was possible with the time we had left until college. The usual place for our 'hookups' was Tara's grandfather's home. It was the best because after we got up in the room and settled down, he would forget that we were there. Tara and Ryan always came to this place for their own hookups but every time, Tara had to introduce Ryan to her loving grandpa as her partner in the science project, who came to work on it with her. In her defense, she wasn't lying because Tara and Ryan were actually partners in the final project.
"Where's the old man?" Ryan asked grabbing the last piece in the box.
"Rolling somewhere." I said making fun of his wheelchair.
"Dude, it's not funny anymore." He said smiling.
"Then why are you laughing?" I asked.
"There's a funny show on the TV." He said.
"It's about a dying dog, it's not funny." I said opening another box.
"Man are they still out? It's been so long." He said turning his head and looking at the staircase.
"They'll be alright." I said.
The sad loud music in the show continued to disrupt the silence. The beer I grabbed had gotten lightweight. Time slipped by smoothly.
"Can I tell you something?" I looked at Ryan as he said, then turned back at the screen. "Like—important?" He added.
"This is coming out of the closet isn't it?" I said.
"I'm serious." He said.
"I just don't know how to break this to Tara." I said. "She's going to be pissed."
He waited there absorbing the jokes.
"I think I'm gonna propose to Tara."
His response shocked me. I turned off the TV and gave him the look he expected. "For real?" I asked.
"Yea man, I mean—it's about time."
"You're seventeen dude!" I interrupted him. "You're gonna mess everything up!"
"She's crazy for me man." He said sticking his beer in his mouth. "I think I'm in love."
We both sat there adjusting to the atmosphere. I actually envied him for having such a perfect relationship. He had with Tara what I desperately wanted with Alex.
"This could end up good, or it could freak her out." I said being honest as possible.
Keeping his silence, he laid out his fist, which I bumped with mine. "I'm marrying that bitch." He said.
With the silence of the stopped movie, we suddenly heard a growling noise coming from behind us, as if there was a wild animal. We both looked at each other with uncertainty and turned around to see what it was. The image awaited us surprised me. Tara's grandfather was standing few feet away from us, which I've never seen before in my life. I saw his wheelchair stranded back that he had left to walk over to us.
"What the hell?" Said Ryan.
"I didn't know that he could walk." Said I.
"Walk? He doesn't move man." Said Ryan.
Again the growl came, right from the standing old man. We watched him terrified, while he gently raised his arm as if he was trying to reach us with his shivering slender fingers.
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Surviving Walkers
Horor"When god does some shit you don't go and question it-you adjust to it. And right now, you're either a survivor or one of these dead walking pricks." He said looking at the dead old man with disgust. Then he looked at us. "You'll be one of them soon...
