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Authors: Joseph A. Coley
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revelation. It had been nearly ninety minutes since the alert system had started going off, the message essentially the same. This was the first indication that anyone knew what was going on.
And it was horrifying.
Lucy could not believe her ears. All at once, she realized what had happened to her mother. She listened for a moment, taking in all the information. She turned up the radio to make sure that her father heard it as well.
“The gas released by numerous earthquakes and other seismic events this morning is having an untoward effect on deceased bodies. There is no indication that this is an act of terrorism, however, the bodies are returning to life and attacking the living. There is no rational explanation for this, nor any discernable cause. Citizens are advised to stay in their homes and do not attempt to confront any of the recently revived bodies. If you are bitten, seek medical attention immediately, as this has been the primary mode of spreading whatever is causing the dead to rise. The President will speak to the nation within the hour on the plan of action for these creatures.”
The message went on to repeat itself on a loop. Lucy looked back to her mother. It was painfully obvious what had happened to her. She was now one of the undead.
She was a zombie.
“Daddy, I think that…”
Abraham interrupted her curtly. “There’s the church. Pull up out front and tell someone to help me with your mother.”
“Daddy, I think that mom is a…”
“Don’t argue with me, Lucy! Get me some help for your mother!” Abraham yelled. The drastic change in his voice startled Lucy. She knew that he had to have heard the announcement on the radio, though he seemed not to care.
Lucy pulled the car up to the front of the church. A dozen or more cars were parked haphazardly in the parking lot. Word had gotten out about the seriousness of the current situation, and people were flocking to anywhere they could get help. Several families were walking briskly into the front of the church, with many more behind them.
Lucy parked the Cadillac as close to the entrance as she could and got out. Abraham was wrestling with his zombified wife as she opened the driver’s side rear door. Abraham kept the bear hug on his wife as he exited the car, roughly pulling her out as he did. Several people who were going into the church shot disapproving glances at him as he did. Once they got closer, the looks transformed into ones of fear and apprehension.
Abraham half-dragged his wife into the front of the church. More disapproving looks at first, then alarm.
Pastor Sage was speaking to some of the deacons about how best to divvy up the supplies in the church and get bedding for everyone when he spotted Abraham and Muriel. He quickly strode over to where Abraham was coming through the door. Abraham hadn’t noticed, but the people who were inside the church had distanced themselves from him, parting the way like Moses and the Red Sea.
Pastor Sage held his hands up in a cautious manner. “Abraham! You must take her from the church! The dead have begun to rise, and I’m afraid that Muriel looks to be one of them! Has she been bitten?”
Abraham frowned angrily. “No, she has not been bitten! She is sick, that’s all!”
Pastor Sage eased forward. The few people that were within arm’s reach of Abraham had now retreated to the sides of the church, watching the scene play out in front of them.
“She is not sick, Abraham. She is one of the risen dead. I don’t know if there is anything that can be done for her or not yet, but she must not infect the rest of the congregation. We need to put her somewhere that she cannot harm us. You must understand, I have a duty to protect the congregation.”
Lucy placed a reassuring hand on Abraham’s shoulder. “Daddy, I think that it’s best if we…”
Abraham lashed out, violently elbowing his daughter away from him. “Your mother is sick, Lucy! If she is one of the risen dead,
And it was horrifying.
Lucy could not believe her ears. All at once, she realized what had happened to her mother. She listened for a moment, taking in all the information. She turned up the radio to make sure that her father heard it as well.
“The gas released by numerous earthquakes and other seismic events this morning is having an untoward effect on deceased bodies. There is no indication that this is an act of terrorism, however, the bodies are returning to life and attacking the living. There is no rational explanation for this, nor any discernable cause. Citizens are advised to stay in their homes and do not attempt to confront any of the recently revived bodies. If you are bitten, seek medical attention immediately, as this has been the primary mode of spreading whatever is causing the dead to rise. The President will speak to the nation within the hour on the plan of action for these creatures.”
The message went on to repeat itself on a loop. Lucy looked back to her mother. It was painfully obvious what had happened to her. She was now one of the undead.
She was a zombie.
“Daddy, I think that…”
Abraham interrupted her curtly. “There’s the church. Pull up out front and tell someone to help me with your mother.”
“Daddy, I think that mom is a…”
“Don’t argue with me, Lucy! Get me some help for your mother!” Abraham yelled. The drastic change in his voice startled Lucy. She knew that he had to have heard the announcement on the radio, though he seemed not to care.
Lucy pulled the car up to the front of the church. A dozen or more cars were parked haphazardly in the parking lot. Word had gotten out about the seriousness of the current situation, and people were flocking to anywhere they could get help. Several families were walking briskly into the front of the church, with many more behind them.
Lucy parked the Cadillac as close to the entrance as she could and got out. Abraham was wrestling with his zombified wife as she opened the driver’s side rear door. Abraham kept the bear hug on his wife as he exited the car, roughly pulling her out as he did. Several people who were going into the church shot disapproving glances at him as he did. Once they got closer, the looks transformed into ones of fear and apprehension.
Abraham half-dragged his wife into the front of the church. More disapproving looks at first, then alarm.
Pastor Sage was speaking to some of the deacons about how best to divvy up the supplies in the church and get bedding for everyone when he spotted Abraham and Muriel. He quickly strode over to where Abraham was coming through the door. Abraham hadn’t noticed, but the people who were inside the church had distanced themselves from him, parting the way like Moses and the Red Sea.
Pastor Sage held his hands up in a cautious manner. “Abraham! You must take her from the church! The dead have begun to rise, and I’m afraid that Muriel looks to be one of them! Has she been bitten?”
Abraham frowned angrily. “No, she has not been bitten! She is sick, that’s all!”
Pastor Sage eased forward. The few people that were within arm’s reach of Abraham had now retreated to the sides of the church, watching the scene play out in front of them.
“She is not sick, Abraham. She is one of the risen dead. I don’t know if there is anything that can be done for her or not yet, but she must not infect the rest of the congregation. We need to put her somewhere that she cannot harm us. You must understand, I have a duty to protect the congregation.”
Lucy placed a reassuring hand on Abraham’s shoulder. “Daddy, I think that it’s best if we…”
Abraham lashed out, violently elbowing his daughter away from him. “Your mother is sick, Lucy! If she is one of the risen dead,
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