Originally posted by ellistrae
I didn't get to post this yesterday evening. There was just too much going on, and when I finally got around to trying it, I had no Internet access. So I just wrote everything down, and I'll just re-type it here.
I want to write down everything that happened since I heard a knock on the door. This was around 11:00AM, give or take. I wasn't exactly focused on checking the time. I was too busy trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Anyway, I heard a knock on the door and looked through the peephole to see my husband standing there, looking extremely anxious. I opened the door and he practically lept into the room, looking around wildly. When I asked him what was wrong, he gripped me tightly by the shoulders and said, "You mean you don't know?" I told him I had no idea what on earth he was talking about, but explained about the strange accident and the behavior of the dogs the previous night. He sat me down on the couch and told me that what he was going to tell me was going to sound completely insane, but that it was 100% true. When I just looked at him expectantly, he finally said, "I don't want to freak you out, but it seems that we're in the middle of some sort of zombie apocalypse." I burst out laughing, but stopped when I realized that he was just looking at me completely seriously.
"You're kidding me, right?" I asked.
"Honey, I wish I was, but I'm not. Let's go outside for a minute, I want to show you something," he said.
"Alright," I said hesitantly.
We stood up and went to the back door. He put a finger to his lips and mouthed, "Be very quiet," to me before opening the door. When we first stepped outside, I didn't see anything. Then I heard a noise that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. A faint moan floated over from my neighbor's yard, the sound of someone lost. I looked at Todd questioningly and he gave his head one sharp shake, indicating that I should still be quiet. He took my hand and slowly led me toward our neighbor's house. As we inched closer, we could see around the edge of her house. I was stunned by what I saw. My neighbor stood in the middle of her yard, her arms hanging limply at her sides. Her normally neat hair stood up wildly in all directions. A gaping wound in the side of her neck oozed a reddish-black substance. The skin around her eyes was deeply bruised, and she ran her tongue over torn lips, periodically stopping to utter one of the bone-chilling moans that I had heard. Her clothing was torn and filthy. I looked at Todd in total disbelief, and must have made some sort of sound because everything went to hell in a hurry.
Suddenly, my neighbor's head snapped around and her previously distracted gaze fixed on me hungrily. She started towards us in a broken, rolling sort of shuffle, and I started backing away back towards the house. My neighbor had started making an awful sort of snarling noise as she came towards us. Luckily, there is a picket fence separating our properties, and she bumped into it with a thud. Todd ran back into the house, reappearing seconds later with my car keys. "We have to leave, NOW!" he said.
"Why? She can't get to us." I said.
"No," he said, "But they can." Then he pointed. While I had been watching my neighbor, more undead had approached the house, probably drawn by her horrendous noises. There had to be fifteen to twenty of them, and they were starting to amass along the fenceline. We were safe for the moment, but if too many of them accumulated, they would break the fence down just by sheer numbers pressing against it. Todd ran to the garage and opened the back door. I ran back inside quickly, and herded the dogs towards the garage. They didn't want to go, and whined uneasily, tucking their tails between their legs.
"Come on, guys! Let's go for a ride!" I cajoled. Finally, they ran for the garage. Chewy paused to bark frantically at the approaching horde before finally giving up and running for the car. We all piled in and Todd made sure the doors were locked before opening the garage door.
As we backed out, I know for sure we hit several people. Or whatever they were now. I don't know who they were, luckily I did not recognize any of them. We headed down towards the area of our neighborhood where there were mostly condos. It seemed that most of the zombies in the area had been drawn to our house by the commotion, for we hardly saw anyone at all. I did see a blonde child in a bloody purple dress wandering around up on top of the porch of one of the condos, but she paid us no attention. Chewy began to make a high-pitched squealing noise as we passed her, and did not stop for a good five minutes. Ouch, that hurt my ears. I was afraid it would attract the attention of others, but it didn't seem to. I think we just got lucky.
"Where are we going?" I asked Todd.
"Job Corps. It's fenced in. It's the only place I can think of." He replied.
"How will we get out of here?" I said, "The exit is blocked by cars." I pondered for a moment. "Wait a minute. How did you get here?"
"I walked. I had to play hide and seek quite a bit, and had a few close calls, but I made it," he said nonchalantly, but I could see a darkness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I wondered what he'd seen, what he'd had to do to survive.
"Anyway, I think we can get out at the end of this cul-de-sac down here. We'll have to drive over some grass and a curb or two, but I think we can make it. We sure can't get out the other way."
"Ok, guess we have no other choice," I said.
(This ends the narrative I wrote down last night.)
We made it. Obviously we made it. Otherwise I would not be writing this right now. Last night was indescribable. It was worse than any horror movie I've ever seen. Of course it was, I lived it. We all did. And this morning? Well, let's just say that the military arrived. They're not saying much. They're not saying anything, really. But right now, I'm just too tired to care. I'm sure later on, I'll be furious. I know they have something to do with it. They have to. But they did save us. So that will have to be enough. For now. They say that the undead have gone back to being, well, dead. And the living are left to pick up the pieces. I'm not sure how many lost their lives to the undead. I wonder if all of my friends are still alive. I guess I'll find out. But I promise you this, I will get answers. I don't care what I have to do. Until then...I guess this is the end of my story. I just hope this never happens again.
And yet...I somehow feel like I've been through something like this before. But I can't quite put my finger on it. It's like an itch that you just can't scratch. Or something on the tip of your tongue that you just can't get out. I wonder.....
Please. Let this be the last time. And let me remember everything tomorrow.
I hear someone coming. They said we were going to be "debriefed".