Based on the original black and white Night of The Living Dead (the father
of all zombie films), but without the characters
*****
From the highest freezing, snowy and thinly aired peaks of the mountain
Gierga down to the asylum whose property snaked to the very edge of the
town's dividing line between state boarders, from Jimmy's Meat Market to
the Veggie Palace, from mansions with bright white lights to crumbling old
houses with chipped paint and drooping dirty curtains: the town was between
two worlds. The freedom of the mountain range facing the confines of
insanity. Silky chlorophyll to running blood. The toothfull to the
toothless. The youths seemed to be divided between rebellious excessively
baggy pants, black clothing and tie-dyed shirt wearers to white-collared,
shining sneakers and expensive sweater donners. The community always felt
at odds: the presence of discomfort curled up around crowd minglers like
bad tobacco smoke, drifted around their heads and made their eyes meet
their shoes more often than the eyes of their so called peers. People
noticed cloudy days more than those brimming with sunshine and took to rain
more than a windless mid-summer day. Everyone always expected something to
happen right under their noses. A nail snagging their arm after the tetanus
shot ran out, a buck running head first into the driver's windshield
through puffs of fog, a suicide discovered in an empty room. Nothing ever
felt right.
It was here during the dead of night in the eeriest setting of fog so
thick it was sworn to be stretched cotton did something strange fall from
the sky: a glowing orb-like thing that led a dust trail behind it colored
an astonishing blue. It created a small earthquake that did nothing but
rattle windows and spill a few drinks, clatter some trinkets, make old
ladies trip and the fearful faint of heart die on the spot sipping juice
or smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes. The entire town came alive all at
once, yellow lights replacing the flickering hue of TV in the darkness.
People were up and out in robes, worried, frightened, exhausted,
scrutinizing their neighbors as if holding them responsible. Bodies
trembled in doorways from the air that was so cold and subtlety humid it
seemed to pass right through you like you didn't have any blood at all.
On every street, people stared with questions.
It was here during the dead of night in the eeriest setting of fog so
thick it was sworn to be stretched cotton did something strange fall from
the sky: a glowing orb-like thing that led a dust trail behind it colored
an astonishing blue. It created a small earthquake that did nothing but
rattle windows and spill a few drinks, clatter some trinkets, make old
ladies trip and the fearful faint of heart die on the spot sipping juice
or smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes. The entire town came alive all at
once, yellow lights replacing the flickering hue of TV in the darkness.
People were up and out in robes, worried, frightened, exhausted,
scrutinizing their neighbors as if holding them responsible. Bodies
trembled in doorways from the air that was so cold and subtlety humid it
seemed to pass right through you like you didn't have any blood at all.
On every street, people stared with questions.