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Just A Matter Of Time by Holly Holland
The way I saw it somebody must've pissed God off really bad for the world to end up the way it has now. No one believed that this could've happened. Who knew the Bible thumping hobos and sci-fi enthusiasts were right? Everything happened so fast, people were dropping like flies. They flooded the hospitals in a matter of hours died. The problem was that they didn't stay dead. That's when all hell broke loose. They don't teach you what to do when your deceased patient comes back alive to take a bit out of you. As soon as I heard the news I high tailed it out of there cleaned, out my bank account and bought plenty of supplies. Luckily my truck was reliable to get me out of town. At least my father was good for that much. I thought life ended that day, little did I know that at age 25 the world ended but my future was just beginning.
Well…damn this wasn't good. Grunting, I collapsed backwards clutching my shoulder, thick warm blood soaked through my thin cotton shirt and between my fingers. Glaring at the middle aged man that shot me, I calculated my options. I could either lung for my gun and risk getting killed, let him have his 'way with me, like a good little girl', or just get myself killed. Whatever course of I decided to take I was screwed either way.
"Now be a good little girl n' give me the keys," A sick twisted smile deformed his lips, black eyes glinted. "and while you're at that take off your pants." He waved the small handheld gun for emphasis. I swallowed the bile that was building in the back of my throat and squeezed my bleeding shoulder.
"I'll shoot your other shoulder instead lil' girl if you don't hurry your little ass." Again my companion hissed cocking back the hammer. I could really just kick myself right in the face for letting this happen. Me and my stupid conscious I should have never pulled over to help what looked like a wounded fat man. I've always wanted to be a nurse and I was going to college to be one before the world went to hell. I've always had a soft spot for hurting people. Deciding my plan I shakily started to unbutton my stained jeans. I could hear his heavy breathing, and smell the sweat pouring off of him.
"This isn't how I pictured my 25th birthday to go." I whispered not caring if George heard me. Matter of fact I kind of wanted him to.
"It's your 24th birthday today! Well it's your lucky day," George licked his cracked puffy lips. "I'll treat you nice and gentle, darlin' don't you worry your pretty little head."
"I was picturing more of a nice summer party, in the backyard with my family and friends," Jerking my tattered jeans past my scrawny hips with one hand I kept my eyes trained on George who wheezed heavily as he watched. Dizziness slowly tilted my vision, warning me that my time was running out. I needed to make my move one hand still staunching the blood flow from my shoulder I took my jeans completely off and dug in my front left pocket till I felt the keys.
"Come on lil' girl I don't have all day!" George growled heavily stepping forward. One…two…three…four. Throwing the keys at George I launched myself to my gun. Thankfully for my bad throwing skills the keys arched over Georges head. Just as he stumbled back to catch them I skidded across the cement floor, grabbed my gun, turned and fired. George toppled to the ground in a heap of dead, sweaty and stinky flesh. The world tilted over itself as I tried to straighten myself out. I crawled over to my jeans quickly put them on then slowly after I fished out my small pocket knife. Blinking rapidly to chase the dizziness away I quickly slit the front of my shirt and tore a three inch strip before tying it around the wound to stop the blood flow.
When the world finally stopped spinning long enough I grabbed my keys, guns, George's shoes, belt and shirt. There was a little blood splatter on his shirt, but in today's world a little was considered good. Even though George tried to steal my truck, supplies, and rape me it didn't feel right to take from a dead man. Then again times have changed and now you never know what could keep you living from day to day.
"Happy birthday to me." Sighing to myself I stepped around the large puddle of blood and bits of brain matter. Making my way through the door, I headed to my truck. My shoulder throbbed, the backs of my legs and back ached. The world started to tip again as I reached the red cage of metal and glass that served as my home and protection. The signature low moaning of a walker caught my attention. It was a young business women…her blonde hair was falling out in clumps. A pearl earring was missing from her left ear, her jacket was missing and her peach blouse was shredded, burned and stained, her trousers were in the same condition of her shirt, her ankle was broken but she was still walking…a shoe was missing. A few months ago the sight of her appearance would have startled me. Her open decomposing mouth torn bits of flesh, exposed bones and grayish skin would have sent me into shock. Now it's normal…they don't give me as many nightmares as before.
I raised my gun aiming straight between the eyes but thought better of it. I've already wasted one bullet and I needed as many as I could have. I shouldn't waste it on one walker. Swallowing against the hard lump in my throat I hoisted myself up into my home, shut the door, started the engine, put Betsy in reverse, waited till she was directly behind me and gunned it. The impact caused me to jolt forward. Thump…thump….Shift…thump…thump. Sighing I sped around cars and through the semi-crowded streets of a small hometown. "Happy Birthday To me…Happy birthday dear…"
After I was confident enough that I wouldn't run into any walkers I pulled over to rest, and clean myself up. I tacked up linen to cover the side windows and started to work on my shoulder. Clamping my teeth onto the belt I slipped the makeshift tourniquet off my shoulder, wincing a little as the dried blood pulled skin around the wound. I reached into the glove box and grabbed a bottle of vodka I had found in town. It burned my throat as it went down; instead of using my real antiseptic I used this. Alcohol was sort of easy to come by, but any real medicine is a different story. Thoroughly cleaning my knife I went to work on my shoulder. I cut around the wound to make it large enough to dig out the bullet. There's something disgustingly settling about digging around in your own warm flesh for a bullet. Helped me remember that I'm alive.
The world spun around for a few minutes until I finally pulled the damn thing out. It wasn't as deep as I thought so I knew it didn't hit a major artery. That was a good thing too, I didn't need to draw any Walkers my way, they can smell blood like hound dogs. Taking another gulp of vodka I fished out my small medicine kit, located the needle and thread, and started piecing together the wound. Finally after what felt like forever I was finished. Too tired to do much of anything else I fell asleep.
A jolt awoke me from my dreamless sleep. Startled I pulled aside the blanket covering my window and peeked out. It was dusk, but Walkers don't really care about time. A hoard of them limped and dragged their feet between cars and around piles of junk. They shouldn't be out this far! My heart raced I've seen hoards like this before, but never of this size. There were hundreds at least 200. Quickly I crowded my tiny frame into the floorboard of the driver's side. Breathing heavily wincing at the pain I caused. Glancing at my shoulder I groaned. Damn. I must've ripped my stitches while moving. I waited….and waited.
Pre-outbreak I hated waiting; it was the one thing that made me nervous, now it's one of the things I have left. Memories and emotions are all that I have. Memories of my family, friends, my first day of work, my first boyfriend, kiss, job interview, car…everything. Finally the shuffling and moaning of the dead ceased. If only they would stay like that.