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An entry into the January 2008 Twilight Creations contest by Alain
This night had been a long night. Each night, the hordes of zombies were getting closer and closer. They were bolder, and seemed driven by an insiatiable thirst of fresh human blood, more precisely, my blood. I was the only human alive, the sole survivor of my station, the only firefighter left alive in the eastside of town. All of my teammates were killed during the first raid, when the zombies first appeared following the terrible lightning storm that started the end of humanity. At the beginning of the night, I heard the sound of a chopper flying over the city, its searchlight scanning the streets for possible survivors. I tried to make some signs, but the night was too dark. My only hope was to leave the station and head toward the searchlight, hoping to reach the chopper before the zombies reached me. The day before, I had prepared myself and went to the gas station across the street. I managed to pump some gas in glass coke bottles, making myself some nice Molotov cocktails, my sole weapons, apart from my fire axe.
The sky was still clouded from the remains of the storm. For 8 days, no sun shone through the thick shroud enveloping the doomed city. Looking around before going out into this dark night, I didn't see any of those damned walking corpses around. I was still shivering at the memory of Miss Finington, more precisely here dead body, walking around the street, in here nightgown, looking for human brains to devour. She was such a nice lady. Luckily I had my fire axe with me at that time. In one clean strike, I cut here in two. It made me sick, I couldn't retain myself. But it was time to go, I couldn't let these thoughts stop me, I had to try it, I'm a survivor, and I didn't intend to die by the hands of those creatures.
For years I've trained myself to stay in shape, it was now time to use this body of mine. Running I could, running I did. Without any more thoughts, I started running in the streets toward the searchlight of the chopper. It was only a few blocks away.
The sights in the streets were disorienting. Cars were turned upside down, garbage littered the streets, houses had been burnt to the ground, and darkness enveloped everything. I never thought the night could be so dark.
I cleared the first street without incident. Less afraid now, I ran faster, toward the sound of the chopper. I didn't see the manhole that was opened in the middle of the street, but I heard plainly the sound of my leg snapping in two. The pain was terrible, but the noise was the thing I remembered the most. I fell in the street, on the snatchel containing the Molotov cocktails. The bottles broke when the bag hit the ground. I don't remember how long I stayed in the street, but when I woke up, I heard sounds, sounds of something being dragged on the floor. Feet dragging, something slowly walking, something heavy being dragged, and the terrible stench … zombies !!!
Zombies were dragging me !!!
They were dragging me toward this dark warehouse !!!
They were dragging me to eat my brain and drink my blood !!!
Instantly I came to my senses, the pain in my leg forgotten when the adrenaline rushed in my body. I don't know how I managed to free myself from the grasp of these two cadavers dragging me, nor how I could stand on my broken leg, the bone protruding out of the skin. I grabbed my fire axe strapped on my back and with two quick strokes, felled the two creatures in front of me. But I don't think they're dead yet, the bodies were still moving, the arms seemed to crawl on the floor toward me. I had to strike them several times to make them stop, repeatedly striking and yelling my fear out.
When I turned around, more zombies were walking toward me. I could smell their stench, see the dark fluids leaking from their bodies, the worms crawling into their putrefied skin, and the sound of flies buzzing around them. I turned toward the warehouse to hide in there, but claustrophobia took control of me, prevented me from entering the building, and made me ran in the street, out in the open. I could imagine their mouth saying the word "brain", their dead arms reaching for me, their hairs touching my skin, while I was trying to escape on my broken leg. I didn't walk faster than they could.
I turned in the dark alley, spotting the searchlight of the chopper toward the right. I sat there, behing a trash container. It was a much-needed rest, but my leg was starting to hurt, the pain returned, stronger than before.
There was some noise behind the container and something hit me by surprise. A bright glare blinded my eyes, and something must have exploded nearby, for the noise was incredibly loud …
Was I dead ?
Did the chopper find me ?
I can't remember ... I only feel dizzy and falling ... I feel a pain, a pain in my head, the headach is terrible, something hot is leaking in my face and neck, the stench is terrible, I hear a sound ... brain ? ... it was the last thing I heard and felt ...
Is he dead, eaten by zombies ?
Did the chopper find him and brought him to an hospital to receive surgery ?
Who knows !
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