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shambled around aimlessly, rotting in its own skin; and
we left it there.
We should have done something; no telling what pro blems it could cause later. There simply wasn’t time to deal with it, every moment was precious.
It didn't dawn on me where these things were coming from till I recalled an old cemetery up the road apiece. In these parts there w ere little cemeteries scattered all about the green country side, and who knows yet how many more might be about? Over the years there's no telling how many are simply “forgotten” and left to fall into decay, only to be reclaimed by nature and time till they eventually fade from any living persons memory till they are wholly
forgotten to have existed at all.
“We have to get back, shit is really starting to hit the fan,” I told Rick.
Moments later I pulled up in his circular drive. Taking no c hances and pulled right up to his front door, as close as I could get without making an impromptu drive-thru. It was a good thing that he had already gotten the majority of his supplies together; there was no time to spare now.
Amanda must have been riveted to the upstairs window as no sooner had we pulled up to the door she came running down the s tairs damn near falling and breaking her neck in the process. I was taken aback by her demeanor when I first saw her and felt quite sorry for her as she came running out of the house. Her pale, light face contrasted by deep blotches of strawberry red from where hours of tears had irritated her skin ; her hair was matted back by sweat. It reminded me of an inconsolable child watching as a parent leaves for work. Rick hardly had the chance to exit the truck as she came running. He stepped out just as she collapsed into him, catching her as she fell to the ground trembling and shaking uncontrollably. There was nothing I could do as he tried fruitlessly to calm her. It was one of those rare situations when you knew words would be of absolutely no use.
I knelt down and whispered to him just out of her earshot . “Take her in the house and take care of her, I will get your things...”
He nodded and took her inside.
As he disappeared into the walkway with Amanda I went around to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. I was r unning on pure adrenaline, as I had been for hours now. This was the first time I had gotten out of the truck since we had left Panatauk, I was exposed and vulnerable . I could hear every sound, and keenly listened to them all, every rustle of the trees drew my gaze. E ven the smells that filled my nose g ave me notice. I was functioning on a
level that I had never known before; it was a surreal experience.
I watched my surroundings closely, constantly looking over my shoulder as I gathered up Rick's supplies and packed them into his house. As I sat his items down in the hallway, I could see him sitting on the sofa trying to comfort Amanda. I had no time to say anything time was of the essence as things began to accelerate. I made several trips back and forth to the truck, careful each time I stepped out of the doorway watching for signs of trouble. I fully
expected some undead thing to be there, waiting to drag me down to the depths of hell.
As I unloaded the supplies I looked up at his house ; it was as if I was looking at it for the first time. I analyzed it in a perspective that I never had before, noticed things I hadn't noticed prior. I realized just how exposed he really was and it greatly concerned me. His place did not have the natural barrier mine did. Granted it was two stories, but it was on a flat parcel of land with windows on each corner of the home and there was no basement or attic. The staircase le a d directly upstairs to an open hallway and there was no way to seal it off, if those things got in and could manage their way upstairs, Rick and Amanda would be done for.
Finally with the last of his supplies unloaded, I stood in the corner of the hallway and motioned Rick
we left it there.
We should have done something; no telling what pro blems it could cause later. There simply wasn’t time to deal with it, every moment was precious.
It didn't dawn on me where these things were coming from till I recalled an old cemetery up the road apiece. In these parts there w ere little cemeteries scattered all about the green country side, and who knows yet how many more might be about? Over the years there's no telling how many are simply “forgotten” and left to fall into decay, only to be reclaimed by nature and time till they eventually fade from any living persons memory till they are wholly
forgotten to have existed at all.
“We have to get back, shit is really starting to hit the fan,” I told Rick.
Moments later I pulled up in his circular drive. Taking no c hances and pulled right up to his front door, as close as I could get without making an impromptu drive-thru. It was a good thing that he had already gotten the majority of his supplies together; there was no time to spare now.
Amanda must have been riveted to the upstairs window as no sooner had we pulled up to the door she came running down the s tairs damn near falling and breaking her neck in the process. I was taken aback by her demeanor when I first saw her and felt quite sorry for her as she came running out of the house. Her pale, light face contrasted by deep blotches of strawberry red from where hours of tears had irritated her skin ; her hair was matted back by sweat. It reminded me of an inconsolable child watching as a parent leaves for work. Rick hardly had the chance to exit the truck as she came running. He stepped out just as she collapsed into him, catching her as she fell to the ground trembling and shaking uncontrollably. There was nothing I could do as he tried fruitlessly to calm her. It was one of those rare situations when you knew words would be of absolutely no use.
I knelt down and whispered to him just out of her earshot . “Take her in the house and take care of her, I will get your things...”
He nodded and took her inside.
As he disappeared into the walkway with Amanda I went around to the back of the truck and lowered the tailgate. I was r unning on pure adrenaline, as I had been for hours now. This was the first time I had gotten out of the truck since we had left Panatauk, I was exposed and vulnerable . I could hear every sound, and keenly listened to them all, every rustle of the trees drew my gaze. E ven the smells that filled my nose g ave me notice. I was functioning on a
level that I had never known before; it was a surreal experience.
I watched my surroundings closely, constantly looking over my shoulder as I gathered up Rick's supplies and packed them into his house. As I sat his items down in the hallway, I could see him sitting on the sofa trying to comfort Amanda. I had no time to say anything time was of the essence as things began to accelerate. I made several trips back and forth to the truck, careful each time I stepped out of the doorway watching for signs of trouble. I fully
expected some undead thing to be there, waiting to drag me down to the depths of hell.
As I unloaded the supplies I looked up at his house ; it was as if I was looking at it for the first time. I analyzed it in a perspective that I never had before, noticed things I hadn't noticed prior. I realized just how exposed he really was and it greatly concerned me. His place did not have the natural barrier mine did. Granted it was two stories, but it was on a flat parcel of land with windows on each corner of the home and there was no basement or attic. The staircase le a d directly upstairs to an open hallway and there was no way to seal it off, if those things got in and could manage their way upstairs, Rick and Amanda would be done for.
Finally with the last of his supplies unloaded, I stood in the corner of the hallway and motioned Rick
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