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on the floor. “You want to leave your kids orphans because you were too stupid to take precautions?”
“Nah, dude.”
“Good, because that monster used to be Rick’s wife. She got bit by one of the infected cows.”
“Shit!”
“Shit is right. Now don’t move, Gunner, until I come back with those gloves.”
I returned with the gloves, and we pulled them on. I grabbed one of the towels off the table and then pressed the larger of the two strips against Delia’s face. I handed the other one to Gunner and ordered him to tie it around her shoulder. The cloth quickly became soaked with blood, and I had to get another one to staunch the flow. Her anguished cries felt like daggers in my ears, and I wondered when I would wake from this nightmare and be back in my Back Bay home with my family, writing novels and sipping single malts in my comfortable office. I ran into the bathroom and pulled the ointment out of the medicine chest. I removed the blood-drenched cloth off her face, squeezed some ointment into the open wound, and then pressed down. Delia let out a bloodcurdling scream. I turned away, the sight of her too horrific to bear. Ripping off a longer, wider strip, I made a sling for her arm. I ordered Gunner to treat her shoulder the same way. Then I stood and took a deep breath. I needed Rick’s help, but I knew he couldn’t bear to see his wife in such a hideous condition.
“Where the hell you going, dude? My wife needs help here!” Gunner shouted.
“I need to remove Susan’s body before Rick sees it.”
“You can’t just leave my wife like this.”
“Just keep applying pressure, and I’ll be right back. I need to get rid of this thing before we all become infected.”
I grabbed it by the ankles, refusing to believe that this creature had once been my loving sister-in-law. I dragged her past the table, trying hard to ignore the moans of agony emanating from Delia. As I dragged Susan’s body out, I noticed that it left a trail of fetid gray brain matter in its wake. Once at the doorway, I dropped its ankles, opened the door, and dragged it to the furthest corner of the driveway. The odor emanating from the corpse was terrible, a putrid mixture of decay and death. I dragged it another thirty yards before I dropped its ankles and ran back inside. As I sprinted back to the house, I looked up and saw three hawks circling above my head and preparing to attack. By the time I made it back inside, I was dirty and exhausted, and struggling to catch my breath. I grabbed the rifle off the table and then went back into the pantry and found some lighter fluid and a pack of matches.
“Now where you going?”
“Just shut up, and take care of your wife.”
I ran back outside, ignoring Delia’s cries. Glancing up, I saw the hawks nosediving towards me. I pointed the rifle skywards and waited until the last moment. Then I pulled the trigger. Two of them spiraled to the ground. The wounded birds fluttered their wings, trying to rise up. I sprayed them with lighter fluid and dropped a lit match, and they quickly went up in flames. I sprinted over to the monster that had once been Susan and sprayed her from head to toe. I dropped a lit match over its body and watched as it went up like a bonfire. The smell of its burning, decaying flesh nearly caused me to pass out. I staggered back to the house, noticing the lone hawk circling above, readying to resume its attack. Once inside, I shut the door behind me and collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
Chapter 6
D AR RAN OVER AND HELPED ME up. We went over to the window and stared at the burning corpses out in the driveway. Rick joined us as the remains of his wife went up in the pyre. The flames jumped and crackled in the wind and seemed to glow a deep orange. Reflected against the rolling hills, it appeared like some flickering apparition.
Behind us, Delia continued to wail in pain. Rick ordered Gunner to take his frail wife into the next room where the two
“Nah, dude.”
“Good, because that monster used to be Rick’s wife. She got bit by one of the infected cows.”
“Shit!”
“Shit is right. Now don’t move, Gunner, until I come back with those gloves.”
I returned with the gloves, and we pulled them on. I grabbed one of the towels off the table and then pressed the larger of the two strips against Delia’s face. I handed the other one to Gunner and ordered him to tie it around her shoulder. The cloth quickly became soaked with blood, and I had to get another one to staunch the flow. Her anguished cries felt like daggers in my ears, and I wondered when I would wake from this nightmare and be back in my Back Bay home with my family, writing novels and sipping single malts in my comfortable office. I ran into the bathroom and pulled the ointment out of the medicine chest. I removed the blood-drenched cloth off her face, squeezed some ointment into the open wound, and then pressed down. Delia let out a bloodcurdling scream. I turned away, the sight of her too horrific to bear. Ripping off a longer, wider strip, I made a sling for her arm. I ordered Gunner to treat her shoulder the same way. Then I stood and took a deep breath. I needed Rick’s help, but I knew he couldn’t bear to see his wife in such a hideous condition.
“Where the hell you going, dude? My wife needs help here!” Gunner shouted.
“I need to remove Susan’s body before Rick sees it.”
“You can’t just leave my wife like this.”
“Just keep applying pressure, and I’ll be right back. I need to get rid of this thing before we all become infected.”
I grabbed it by the ankles, refusing to believe that this creature had once been my loving sister-in-law. I dragged her past the table, trying hard to ignore the moans of agony emanating from Delia. As I dragged Susan’s body out, I noticed that it left a trail of fetid gray brain matter in its wake. Once at the doorway, I dropped its ankles, opened the door, and dragged it to the furthest corner of the driveway. The odor emanating from the corpse was terrible, a putrid mixture of decay and death. I dragged it another thirty yards before I dropped its ankles and ran back inside. As I sprinted back to the house, I looked up and saw three hawks circling above my head and preparing to attack. By the time I made it back inside, I was dirty and exhausted, and struggling to catch my breath. I grabbed the rifle off the table and then went back into the pantry and found some lighter fluid and a pack of matches.
“Now where you going?”
“Just shut up, and take care of your wife.”
I ran back outside, ignoring Delia’s cries. Glancing up, I saw the hawks nosediving towards me. I pointed the rifle skywards and waited until the last moment. Then I pulled the trigger. Two of them spiraled to the ground. The wounded birds fluttered their wings, trying to rise up. I sprayed them with lighter fluid and dropped a lit match, and they quickly went up in flames. I sprinted over to the monster that had once been Susan and sprayed her from head to toe. I dropped a lit match over its body and watched as it went up like a bonfire. The smell of its burning, decaying flesh nearly caused me to pass out. I staggered back to the house, noticing the lone hawk circling above, readying to resume its attack. Once inside, I shut the door behind me and collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
Chapter 6
D AR RAN OVER AND HELPED ME up. We went over to the window and stared at the burning corpses out in the driveway. Rick joined us as the remains of his wife went up in the pyre. The flames jumped and crackled in the wind and seemed to glow a deep orange. Reflected against the rolling hills, it appeared like some flickering apparition.
Behind us, Delia continued to wail in pain. Rick ordered Gunner to take his frail wife into the next room where the two
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