I’ve been to London, Paris, Japan, South Africa, Germany, Australia, China, Italy. Not many twenty three years olds can claim that. If I die here today I can say unequivocally that I did experience life. I lived a great life. I achieved more than I thought possible in the years of my existence and I am thankful for that much.
There’s something up ahead. I see it, a car driving straight toward me. Am I hallucinating? Is it a mirage? A figment of my overcooked imagination, the heat may be playing a deadly trick on me. Please no, let it be real. In my eyes it is real. There actually is a black car coming fast, right at me, speeding. Funny, there are no state troopers to pull you over in this new world. They are all dead. No flashing lights, no speeding tickets, no click it or ticket. I can talk on a cellphone and I can text and drive without any penalty. I will never hear the wail of sirens again. Everything is quiet in this new damaged deranged world.
The black car is getting closer and closer. Maybe it will run into me, kill me on impact and I will be dead and forever grateful. One thing I know for sure is, if you die before the deadies get you, you will not turn into one of them. Just a bit of deadie knowledge, something I picked up along the way.
The life of a bloodthirsty, flesh eating, and walking dead monster is not the life for me. I think the speeding car is going to hit me. I want to close my eyes but somehow I long to see my death. Morbid thoughts in a morbid world on a morbid planet.
Just before the car hits me it spins out, screeching to an abrupt halt. The door swings open and I hear the magic words.
“ Get in!” I push myself as hard as I can to the open car door. I fling my entire body into the passenger seat. The driver of the speeding car’s arm reaches over my body and helps me close the car door just as one of the undead dove in with the intent of pulling me out of the car and onto the freeway. No more running. I am safe. I am safe. Oh my god I am safe. In this haggard leather seat I felt like a comforted pacified infant. Divine intervention.
Finally I can breathe. I can think. I can grasp the reality that I am still alive. The stranger, my rescuer slammed on the gas and we spun out knocking a few of the crazed undead zombies flat on their backs and onto the smoldering hot pavement. The stranger peeled off and in seconds we were farther away from the reapers. Ha, ha, I cheated death. It was not my time to die. God had sent me an angel. An angel in a beat up black Camaro. An angel wearing a gray button up without sleeves and tattered blue jeans. A savior with a big black handgun lodged in between his legs.
My chest heaved up and down. I had to catch my breath. I had been running for miles. Maybe not miles but it sure seemed that way. My thighs were wet with sweat. My legs itched and burned. My feet were on fire. I could feel his eyes on me but I was too exhausted to talk. I have proper manners but I couldn’t even muster up a thank you. The Camaro smelled like stale cigarettes and humidity. Mr. Camaro smelled the same. He was dirty, very dirty. I think he hadn’t showered in days, maybe weeks. He was greasy and under the circumstances I couldn’t blame him. Before the world went to shit he lived in a trailer park. That’s my best guess. He was white trash, that was abundantly clear. I wasn’t being judgmental. It was just a fact that anyone with two eyes could make.
He looked over and caught me sizing him up and that’s when I noticed his blue eyes with subtle specs of gray. They were crystal clear under all the dirt, piercing blue under all the grease.
“ What?” His voice was deeper than I could have ever imagined, different from when he shouted ‘get in’.
I opened my mouth and nothing came out. He noticed my speechlessness.
“ Here’s some water.” He removed a fresh bottle of water from the middle console. He handed it to me and with a little struggle I opened it and take in
There’s something up ahead. I see it, a car driving straight toward me. Am I hallucinating? Is it a mirage? A figment of my overcooked imagination, the heat may be playing a deadly trick on me. Please no, let it be real. In my eyes it is real. There actually is a black car coming fast, right at me, speeding. Funny, there are no state troopers to pull you over in this new world. They are all dead. No flashing lights, no speeding tickets, no click it or ticket. I can talk on a cellphone and I can text and drive without any penalty. I will never hear the wail of sirens again. Everything is quiet in this new damaged deranged world.
The black car is getting closer and closer. Maybe it will run into me, kill me on impact and I will be dead and forever grateful. One thing I know for sure is, if you die before the deadies get you, you will not turn into one of them. Just a bit of deadie knowledge, something I picked up along the way.
The life of a bloodthirsty, flesh eating, and walking dead monster is not the life for me. I think the speeding car is going to hit me. I want to close my eyes but somehow I long to see my death. Morbid thoughts in a morbid world on a morbid planet.
Just before the car hits me it spins out, screeching to an abrupt halt. The door swings open and I hear the magic words.
“ Get in!” I push myself as hard as I can to the open car door. I fling my entire body into the passenger seat. The driver of the speeding car’s arm reaches over my body and helps me close the car door just as one of the undead dove in with the intent of pulling me out of the car and onto the freeway. No more running. I am safe. I am safe. Oh my god I am safe. In this haggard leather seat I felt like a comforted pacified infant. Divine intervention.
Finally I can breathe. I can think. I can grasp the reality that I am still alive. The stranger, my rescuer slammed on the gas and we spun out knocking a few of the crazed undead zombies flat on their backs and onto the smoldering hot pavement. The stranger peeled off and in seconds we were farther away from the reapers. Ha, ha, I cheated death. It was not my time to die. God had sent me an angel. An angel in a beat up black Camaro. An angel wearing a gray button up without sleeves and tattered blue jeans. A savior with a big black handgun lodged in between his legs.
My chest heaved up and down. I had to catch my breath. I had been running for miles. Maybe not miles but it sure seemed that way. My thighs were wet with sweat. My legs itched and burned. My feet were on fire. I could feel his eyes on me but I was too exhausted to talk. I have proper manners but I couldn’t even muster up a thank you. The Camaro smelled like stale cigarettes and humidity. Mr. Camaro smelled the same. He was dirty, very dirty. I think he hadn’t showered in days, maybe weeks. He was greasy and under the circumstances I couldn’t blame him. Before the world went to shit he lived in a trailer park. That’s my best guess. He was white trash, that was abundantly clear. I wasn’t being judgmental. It was just a fact that anyone with two eyes could make.
He looked over and caught me sizing him up and that’s when I noticed his blue eyes with subtle specs of gray. They were crystal clear under all the dirt, piercing blue under all the grease.
“ What?” His voice was deeper than I could have ever imagined, different from when he shouted ‘get in’.
I opened my mouth and nothing came out. He noticed my speechlessness.
“ Here’s some water.” He removed a fresh bottle of water from the middle console. He handed it to me and with a little struggle I opened it and take in
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