It was mad cow disease that turned into mad human disease that turned into something worse. I heard it all over on the Television before the electricity went out. But before I go on let me share a little something with you, I am blind and have been trapped in my apartment for weeks ever since the Breakout.
My two month food supply would soon run out and it scared me. I knew I couldn't fight the zombies if I went out and that scared me even more- into restricting myself to a meal a day instead of my usual three. It's been days since I heard any noise, so it was only natural for me to hide when I heard the doors being banged open in the complex my apartment was in.
So here I was sitting in my tub barely breathing in fear I would be heard. My door jolted open after an hour or so. I brought my knees up and began chewing on the string from the brown hoodie my dad had sent me. I may have said earlier that I was blind but I could only just make out anything. Everything appeared to me as big blobs of color. Like a painting, whatever color dominating it was the only color I could see. I could distinguish nothing else; no tiny colored specks or any other vague color.
I heard my apartment being raided by who or whatever it was. Then all of a sudden the door's handle jiggled. I jumped and listened in horror as the door lock was being broken by force. By then I had bitten my lip and it had bled. The cream curtain was thrown back and I heard the cocking of a gun. With my head buried in my knees I begged. "Please don't shoot," I whimpered out.
I felt a rough calloused hand on my head and I couldn't help but stutter out unrecognizable words and begin to rock back and forth. "Hey scrawny spitfuck," a coarse southern voice spoke above my head. I looked up to see a man in black and blue clothes. "Damn," I heard him mutter under his breath, he then took a hold of my face and I could tell he was looking at my eyes. "Is any one else here that has been takin' care of you," he asked me as he moved my head back and forth to gaze in my eyes.
"No, my caretaker left in the beginning to make sure her parents were alright." I had finally calmed myself down enough to talk to the man. He let out a grunt and let go of my chin. "Did she really think you were gunna live off this amount of food in yer home for the next few years?" I think it was a sarcastic question, but I couldn't tell on the account that I had only ever talked to my parents sometimes and my ex-caretaker, who is most likely a zombie by now.
I felt him poking at my ribs. "What're you doing," I inquired in my nervous voice. "Damn, how much you been eating a day," he questioned me as he suddenly picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a very girly shriek in fear and gripped his jacket the best I could. "What are you doing," I asked frightened at what was happening.
"I'm taking you with me," was his simple statement, but in reality I knew I would only slow him down.
"Why would you take me? I'll just slow you down," I stated this fact to him as he had begun to walk out the door.
"Would you rather starve to death," He asked me in a serious tone, something that made me shiver. Death, starving one to death can take weeks. Not only that but it was something no one should ever have to face; it was an excruciatingly long drawn out death. I would rather have a bullet kill me then that type of death. "Ok," I replied weakly to the man, still gripping to his jacket in fear.
He carried me down the twelve flights of stairs without much trouble, since I weighed next to nothing. I was skinny and light. He could probably throw me down the hallway to the other end if he wanted to.
Finally he got me into the car without a great deal of difficulty, and then we were off. "What's your name," I requested in hopes to get to know him.
"No names. We'll just call each other by the state we're going to, or in your case, the state your from. I'm Tallahassee ," he said in his gruff southern voice.
"I'm, Columbus , Ohio ," I said back to the man. He laughed all of a sudden and I didn't know why.
"What the hell is on the road," I shrieked when a blob of purple shot across the highway before we hit it.
I could tell he was looking at me. "You can see," he asked with an incredulous tone.
"Only blobs," I replied gripping to the armrest in the car.
"It was one of the infected," He said in a calm voice. "I'm gunna teach ya how to shoot a gun," was his next words.
"You don't want me to have a gun," I answered, "I could end up shooting you instead," I said with terror.
"Na, I'll find something that will tell you I'm different from the rest of 'em." I felt him swerve the car to avoid the zombie I could hardly see on the road.
After that we were together for a month, I guessed. I could nearly shoot anything now due to Tallahassee 's training on how to sense them and how to properly aim. Things were going well. But then we made a mistake in stopping at a store, because Tallahassee was sure there would be Twinkies. He was obsessed with finding one, I had concluded on the first day we met.
In the store he started playing the banjo and then they came out. "You got a purdy mouth on ya," Talla joked while running to an enormous blob, and then proceeded to beat the crap out of it with the banjo.
I heard and sensed one behind me and ran to Talla. "Don't swing, don't swing," I repeated before I slid by him. "Okay, swing," I shouted and then I saw it, a zombie which I had guessed was huge. It growled. "Talla," I called out to him.
He came up behind me. "Let's take a little off the top," Talla said and beheaded the monster with hedge shears.
After we were finished, I heard what I thought was another come out and I aimed my gun at it. "Come quick," A female voice said nearly making me jump out of my shoes. It wasn't an infected.
"Come on," Talla said to me and dragged me after the woman. I guess by now I should inform you that I gave Tallahassee a nickname. He didn't like it in the beginning, but I kept using it so eventually he stopped punching my arm for saying it. This then made him decide that it was okay to stick to calling me scrawny spitfuck.
We went downstairs to the storeroom. "She was bitten," I heard the woman tell Talla. I couldn't see in the dark so I was on my toes ready to book it or shoot it.
" Columbus , come 'ere." I followed Talla's voice. "We have to shoot her," was what he affirmed plainly.
"No, I can't," I said gripping my twelve-gauge shot gun. "Give me the gun then." I handed Talla my gun and walked away from him. I covered my ears. I heard bickering then the woman saying she'd do it instead. I turned and watched Talla give her the gun.
"Good-bye Little Rock," I heard then that's when things went bad. "Hands up! Give us your keys and weapons," she stated in a smug tone at the success of her trick.
"Fucking Bitch," Talla shouted. I was confused because I couldn't see what was happening. I heard keys rattling. "You too, hands up," she stated again. I was still perplexed. "Talla what's going on," I solicited out in bewilderment and fright. I discerned some fast movement then…nothing.
My vision was tunneled when I opened my eyes. "Talla," I moaned out then a pair of hands was on my face.
"Hey, spitfuck. Come on, get up," he said in a gentle tone.
"Where-," I meant to ask where the girls went but it just came out muddled.
"Gone. We got to move now. We got no weapons; no car and I got a blind bastard who is concussed lying on the ground. Come on," Talla jerked my body up and threw me on to his shoulder like the first time.
It was about an hour of walking, eventually with me ambling on my own feet too. I pointed out a mini van that might be perfect. The reason I had chosen it was because I knew he needed the release. So I stood by and listened as he beat the windows in on the poor thing. At least it was the van that was getting beaten with the metal rod, I guess, and not I. He jumped down from it and landed in front of me.
"Better," I asked him while tilting my head to the side.
Talla and I continued hiking through neighborhoods until we came across an extremely yellowy colored Hummer. "Yahooo," Talla shouted and then started laughing. He stopped. "Wait a minute," he said. I stopped opening the door.
"What," I quietly demanded from him as he pulled something out of the car and threw it.
"The owner seems to be attached to his precious Hummer," he said while snickering then throwing another something out of the Hummer. I started in alarm. "No just his arms," he clarified. And then Talla opened the Hummer's back door and got all exited.
Thankyou TheCreepingLullaby for being my beta ^^