against the bed I
slept on last night. I couldn’t get to it without the door flying open.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as loud as I could at the situation
I
sat there for at least an hour and a half, holding the door. I was getting
tired. The door was starting to slide open, inch by inch. There had to be at
least six of them on the other side hitting the door, with God knows how many
pushing them. I couldn’t stop thinking about her face. Her scared face as she
was being dragged away. Even though it was just a nightmare it felt so real,
and if I didn’t get out of this room, I would never see her face again.
The
moans echoed through my head. I began to lose hope. How could she still be
alive when none of these people made it?
No,
I told myself, she has to be alive, because she doesn’t know how I feel. My eyes
began to burn slightly, and I felt the wet tears roll down my cheeks. If she
didn’t make it, I don’t know what I would do. Without her, my life was empty,
meaningless. She completed me, like the last piece to an unfinished puzzle.
I
could hear the last thing she said to me repeating, over and over, “We need to
talk when you get back, about something I should have said years ago.” I hadn’t
really thought about those words since this all began. Maybe it was what I’d
always wanted to hear, though it wouldn’t be the first time I misread something
of this nature, but something about this time seemed different.
My
black baseball cap was lying on the ground between me and the bed. It was just
out of reach of my foot. I leaned away from the door for just a second to try
to drag it over, but the door was forcing itself open even harder, giving them
more leverage then I could manage.
I
slammed my foot against the base of the door, stopping it like we used to do as
kids playing tag in the house. For half a second I wasn’t holding the door
anymore, I was running through the hallway of my old house, chasing Sarah when
we were only thirteen years old.
She
was holding my hat in her hand, taunting me. “I’ve got your hat, I got your
hat!”
I
managed to tackle her to the ground, and by the time I managed to wrestle it
from her hands, I was on top of her, having pinned her to the ground. We locked
eyes for a few moments smiling, breathing heavily from all the running and
wrestling. She smiled, I smiled, and then she flipped me over on my back and
took my hat again. I chased her to the kitchen where she slipped and
accidentally dropped it into the bucket of cleaner my mom was using to mop the
floor. She fell on her elbow hard, hurting it.
I
was more worried about her than a stupid hat, but she felt really bad she had
ruined my favorite hat, which now had large white bleach stains all over it.
The
next day she brought me a brand new black baseball cap. “I’m really sorry. I
spent this week’s allowance to get you a new one.”
“This
one’s even better than my old one.” I smiled, just glad that she’d only bruised
her arm, and not broken it.
Her
lips moved responding to me, but I couldn’t hear the words. The moans slowly
began to drown out the sound of her voice, bringing me back to the present. The
gap I’d made by trying to retrieve my hat was just big enough for an Infected
to reach his shoulder through, and almost its head before I jammed the shoulder
back with the butt of the shotgun, before closing the door enough to stop them
from getting through again, but not enough to close it completely.
The
sunlight was getting dimmer, and the moans seemed to get louder each second. I
stared at the hat just resting on the ground, imagining her falling somewhere
now, without me there to pick her up. I couldn’t let these dead bastards take
her away from me. I needed to be there to protect her, and I couldn’t do that
stuck in this god damned room. The moans were still getting louder, and the
more they moaned the more would come. Every time they hit the door I got
angrier and angrier. I clenched
slept on last night. I couldn’t get to it without the door flying open.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as loud as I could at the situation
I
sat there for at least an hour and a half, holding the door. I was getting
tired. The door was starting to slide open, inch by inch. There had to be at
least six of them on the other side hitting the door, with God knows how many
pushing them. I couldn’t stop thinking about her face. Her scared face as she
was being dragged away. Even though it was just a nightmare it felt so real,
and if I didn’t get out of this room, I would never see her face again.
The
moans echoed through my head. I began to lose hope. How could she still be
alive when none of these people made it?
No,
I told myself, she has to be alive, because she doesn’t know how I feel. My eyes
began to burn slightly, and I felt the wet tears roll down my cheeks. If she
didn’t make it, I don’t know what I would do. Without her, my life was empty,
meaningless. She completed me, like the last piece to an unfinished puzzle.
I
could hear the last thing she said to me repeating, over and over, “We need to
talk when you get back, about something I should have said years ago.” I hadn’t
really thought about those words since this all began. Maybe it was what I’d
always wanted to hear, though it wouldn’t be the first time I misread something
of this nature, but something about this time seemed different.
My
black baseball cap was lying on the ground between me and the bed. It was just
out of reach of my foot. I leaned away from the door for just a second to try
to drag it over, but the door was forcing itself open even harder, giving them
more leverage then I could manage.
I
slammed my foot against the base of the door, stopping it like we used to do as
kids playing tag in the house. For half a second I wasn’t holding the door
anymore, I was running through the hallway of my old house, chasing Sarah when
we were only thirteen years old.
She
was holding my hat in her hand, taunting me. “I’ve got your hat, I got your
hat!”
I
managed to tackle her to the ground, and by the time I managed to wrestle it
from her hands, I was on top of her, having pinned her to the ground. We locked
eyes for a few moments smiling, breathing heavily from all the running and
wrestling. She smiled, I smiled, and then she flipped me over on my back and
took my hat again. I chased her to the kitchen where she slipped and
accidentally dropped it into the bucket of cleaner my mom was using to mop the
floor. She fell on her elbow hard, hurting it.
I
was more worried about her than a stupid hat, but she felt really bad she had
ruined my favorite hat, which now had large white bleach stains all over it.
The
next day she brought me a brand new black baseball cap. “I’m really sorry. I
spent this week’s allowance to get you a new one.”
“This
one’s even better than my old one.” I smiled, just glad that she’d only bruised
her arm, and not broken it.
Her
lips moved responding to me, but I couldn’t hear the words. The moans slowly
began to drown out the sound of her voice, bringing me back to the present. The
gap I’d made by trying to retrieve my hat was just big enough for an Infected
to reach his shoulder through, and almost its head before I jammed the shoulder
back with the butt of the shotgun, before closing the door enough to stop them
from getting through again, but not enough to close it completely.
The
sunlight was getting dimmer, and the moans seemed to get louder each second. I
stared at the hat just resting on the ground, imagining her falling somewhere
now, without me there to pick her up. I couldn’t let these dead bastards take
her away from me. I needed to be there to protect her, and I couldn’t do that
stuck in this god damned room. The moans were still getting louder, and the
more they moaned the more would come. Every time they hit the door I got
angrier and angrier. I clenched
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