1:00AM
Jamie spiked the brakes as an ambulance came rushing through the intersection right in front of her. The ambulance was being chased by a crowd of those… people? Were they people? They couldn't possibly be. No. They weren't.
Jamie watched the crowd of at least fifty of those things pass by her chasing that ambulance. Then sped off as another crowd came chasing after her. They didn't relent while she drove at twenty, thirty, forty, or even fifty. Every time she glanced in her rearview mirror they were still running after her. Stumbling, tripping, crawling, leaping, and running perfectly for the back of this stranger's car.
Jamie looked down at the radio, throwing back and forth in her mind whether or not she should flip it on. Would the news be good, bad, or both? She looked around at the fires she was passing, at the innocents being tracked by the not human people. They couldn't be human. Humans didn't continue to persist after being riddled with bullet after bullet to the chest. Humans didn't eat other humans in the middle of the day while somehow ignoring the fact that they have a knife stuck in their chest.
She flipped on the radio, hoping to God that the news was good.
The first station was a preacher station. "When there is no more room in--," the preacher was saying when Jamie flipped to another station.
"If you are in an area of devastation, please report to one of the following f--," Jamie flipped again. She wanted to know what was going on, nothing else. Just a simple explanation was all.
The next station was still playing music. How the hell were they still playing music at a time like this!? Jamie flipped the radio off and shouted out in frustration.
She spiked the brakes again as a little child of about ten ran into the street. The child was very small, male, and completely covered in blood. It turned to look at her through the windshield, growling. Its teeth were completely exposed considering the child had no lips. It appeared to be smiling for that reason.
Jamie sat there in shock for a few moments. A few moments was too long. The thing charged at her and leapt up onto the hood of the car. It screeched at her, clawing with its fingers, which were skinless and ragged with muscles and bone sticking out, against the windshield.
"What the fuck are you!?" Jamie screamed. She threw the car into reverse, and stomped on the gas.
She backed up for about ten seconds before the thing that used to be a child fell off of the hood of the car. Five seconds after that she devastated a few of those things with her back bumper. The others rushed at the sides of the car, trying to tip it over.
"Stop it!" she started chanting. She threw the car back into drive and stomped on the gas again.
She ignored the vibration as she hit, and crushed, the body of what used to be a child.
They weren't alive, they couldn't be. They were walking anyway. How was that possible? How the fuck was that possible!?
Jamie sped through the streets, barely aware of what was in front of her vehicle at any moment in time. She hit a couple of those things before a panicking man crashed into the back of the car with his car. She felt herself thrown into the window, heard the cracking as a spider web of cracks spread over it, and ultimately blacked out with her head resting against the steering wheel.
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Harrison was half stoned off of the fumes from his ruptured car by the time he had fumbled the door open and stumbled out of the car. He turned to look around, highly confused about what had just happened.
He remembered that those zombies (he had come to that conclusion about what they were) had been chasing him like there was no tomorrow, but he didn't remember what had happened after that.
He remembered everything else about his life, like that his last name was Jackson--a last name for which he was constantly mocked for, considering Michael Jackson had the same last name, and he was very weird--, and that his favorite thing to eat was… well, that would be inappropriate to mention now wouldn't it? Anyway, he remembered a lot of shit from his life, but the last unknown amount of time he couldn't remember.
He didn't even remember getting in the fucking car!
Harrison scanned the scene. There were people running around everywhere frantically, zombies chasing them frantically, and ambulances speeding around… frantically.
There was a car that was demolished which was very close to his car. There was a woman inside who was sleeping against her steering wheel.
What if she's not sleeping?
What if she's dead?
Or, what if she's… worse?
It was an almost ludicrous concept for there to be something worse than death, but there was nonetheless.
Jamie had different thoughts about the concept of death. She believed that there was no real proof that it was a bad thing, considering no one living had ever experienced death. Permanent death anyway.
Harrison thought death was one of the worst evils of the world. Isn't diversity great?
Anyway, Harrison trudged forward across the cold, rain drenched pavement toward the woman's car. He was suddenly very scared, wondering whether or not he should just get the fuck out of there.
He had once had a stray cat that came through his back yard back when he was a child. That cat he had kept well fed and warm most of the times, but sometimes it would stay far away, off doing whatever stray cats do. He had loved that tiger-like cat to death, even though he had never picked it up or anything, his parents had always told him to be wary of stray cats because they had RABIES. RABIES were very bad his parents had always said, so he never wanted to get RABIES.
So, one day the cat had been limping through the yard with a broken leg. Harrison had desperately wanted to help it, but it might have had RABIES, so he stayed away. He figured that some other family would get it to a veterinarian. Unfortunately no one cared about the damn thing.
Harrison had found it gutted in his driveway the day afterwards. It hadn't been killed by a man, it had just simply been incapable of outrunning whatever the hell had killed it.
You know what the worst thing was? He had never even known if that thing had possessed RABIES. He had been so scared of something he couldn't have been certain about, and a death had come out of it.
He needed to be certain this time around. He didn't want his fears to kill someone like they had that stray cat. So he trudged closer and closer.
When he was close enough he grasped the door handle, and pulled the door open.
He felt the woman's wrist for a pulse, and by God there was one! He let out a cracked laugh, and then snuffed it quickly. He didn't want attention drawn to him, especially from those zombies.
"Well," he spoke to himself, a habit that he was not embarrassed of. "At least she isn't a zombie herself. Now get her in your car, and take the fuck off."
He got her out of the seat, which was easy considering she had never thought to put on her seat belt, and turned back to his car. That's when he realized something drastic: his car was totaled.
"Oh fuck."
Harrison wasn't much of a body-builder, and the woman weighed quite a lot to him. He looked around desperately for a place to settle to no avail. "Oh fuck," he repeated.
Not only was his strength failing him, but he had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding.
He was trying desperately to keep his knees from buckling, and the smell of the blood coming from a cut in his forehead was beginning to turn unwelcome heads.
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Hey, MorbidMan here. Suspenseful eh? Maybe not, but it's my first attempt at a cliff-hanger so far at fan fiction, so bear with me. Also, could you check out my other stories? One is a crossover between "Resident Evil" and "The Matrix" which is pretty decent despite how ludicrous it sounds. The other is a comedic crossover between "Sonic the Hedgehog" and non other than "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre".
I capitalized "rabies" in Harrison's flashback because Stephen King did so for important words that the kid in "The Shining" thought about in Stephen King's narratives. I thought it was neat, so I applied it here. Check back for more updates… and review this! NOW!
"You're all going to die down here."-Red Queen "Resident Evil"
Jamie spiked the brakes as an ambulance came rushing through the intersection right in front of her. The ambulance was being chased by a crowd of those… people? Were they people? They couldn't possibly be. No. They weren't.
Jamie watched the crowd of at least fifty of those things pass by her chasing that ambulance. Then sped off as another crowd came chasing after her. They didn't relent while she drove at twenty, thirty, forty, or even fifty. Every time she glanced in her rearview mirror they were still running after her. Stumbling, tripping, crawling, leaping, and running perfectly for the back of this stranger's car.
Jamie looked down at the radio, throwing back and forth in her mind whether or not she should flip it on. Would the news be good, bad, or both? She looked around at the fires she was passing, at the innocents being tracked by the not human people. They couldn't be human. Humans didn't continue to persist after being riddled with bullet after bullet to the chest. Humans didn't eat other humans in the middle of the day while somehow ignoring the fact that they have a knife stuck in their chest.
She flipped on the radio, hoping to God that the news was good.
The first station was a preacher station. "When there is no more room in--," the preacher was saying when Jamie flipped to another station.
"If you are in an area of devastation, please report to one of the following f--," Jamie flipped again. She wanted to know what was going on, nothing else. Just a simple explanation was all.
The next station was still playing music. How the hell were they still playing music at a time like this!? Jamie flipped the radio off and shouted out in frustration.
She spiked the brakes again as a little child of about ten ran into the street. The child was very small, male, and completely covered in blood. It turned to look at her through the windshield, growling. Its teeth were completely exposed considering the child had no lips. It appeared to be smiling for that reason.
Jamie sat there in shock for a few moments. A few moments was too long. The thing charged at her and leapt up onto the hood of the car. It screeched at her, clawing with its fingers, which were skinless and ragged with muscles and bone sticking out, against the windshield.
"What the fuck are you!?" Jamie screamed. She threw the car into reverse, and stomped on the gas.
She backed up for about ten seconds before the thing that used to be a child fell off of the hood of the car. Five seconds after that she devastated a few of those things with her back bumper. The others rushed at the sides of the car, trying to tip it over.
"Stop it!" she started chanting. She threw the car back into drive and stomped on the gas again.
She ignored the vibration as she hit, and crushed, the body of what used to be a child.
They weren't alive, they couldn't be. They were walking anyway. How was that possible? How the fuck was that possible!?
Jamie sped through the streets, barely aware of what was in front of her vehicle at any moment in time. She hit a couple of those things before a panicking man crashed into the back of the car with his car. She felt herself thrown into the window, heard the cracking as a spider web of cracks spread over it, and ultimately blacked out with her head resting against the steering wheel.
___________________________________________________________
Harrison was half stoned off of the fumes from his ruptured car by the time he had fumbled the door open and stumbled out of the car. He turned to look around, highly confused about what had just happened.
He remembered that those zombies (he had come to that conclusion about what they were) had been chasing him like there was no tomorrow, but he didn't remember what had happened after that.
He remembered everything else about his life, like that his last name was Jackson--a last name for which he was constantly mocked for, considering Michael Jackson had the same last name, and he was very weird--, and that his favorite thing to eat was… well, that would be inappropriate to mention now wouldn't it? Anyway, he remembered a lot of shit from his life, but the last unknown amount of time he couldn't remember.
He didn't even remember getting in the fucking car!
Harrison scanned the scene. There were people running around everywhere frantically, zombies chasing them frantically, and ambulances speeding around… frantically.
There was a car that was demolished which was very close to his car. There was a woman inside who was sleeping against her steering wheel.
What if she's not sleeping?
What if she's dead?
Or, what if she's… worse?
It was an almost ludicrous concept for there to be something worse than death, but there was nonetheless.
Jamie had different thoughts about the concept of death. She believed that there was no real proof that it was a bad thing, considering no one living had ever experienced death. Permanent death anyway.
Harrison thought death was one of the worst evils of the world. Isn't diversity great?
Anyway, Harrison trudged forward across the cold, rain drenched pavement toward the woman's car. He was suddenly very scared, wondering whether or not he should just get the fuck out of there.
He had once had a stray cat that came through his back yard back when he was a child. That cat he had kept well fed and warm most of the times, but sometimes it would stay far away, off doing whatever stray cats do. He had loved that tiger-like cat to death, even though he had never picked it up or anything, his parents had always told him to be wary of stray cats because they had RABIES. RABIES were very bad his parents had always said, so he never wanted to get RABIES.
So, one day the cat had been limping through the yard with a broken leg. Harrison had desperately wanted to help it, but it might have had RABIES, so he stayed away. He figured that some other family would get it to a veterinarian. Unfortunately no one cared about the damn thing.
Harrison had found it gutted in his driveway the day afterwards. It hadn't been killed by a man, it had just simply been incapable of outrunning whatever the hell had killed it.
You know what the worst thing was? He had never even known if that thing had possessed RABIES. He had been so scared of something he couldn't have been certain about, and a death had come out of it.
He needed to be certain this time around. He didn't want his fears to kill someone like they had that stray cat. So he trudged closer and closer.
When he was close enough he grasped the door handle, and pulled the door open.
He felt the woman's wrist for a pulse, and by God there was one! He let out a cracked laugh, and then snuffed it quickly. He didn't want attention drawn to him, especially from those zombies.
"Well," he spoke to himself, a habit that he was not embarrassed of. "At least she isn't a zombie herself. Now get her in your car, and take the fuck off."
He got her out of the seat, which was easy considering she had never thought to put on her seat belt, and turned back to his car. That's when he realized something drastic: his car was totaled.
"Oh fuck."
Harrison wasn't much of a body-builder, and the woman weighed quite a lot to him. He looked around desperately for a place to settle to no avail. "Oh fuck," he repeated.
Not only was his strength failing him, but he had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding.
He was trying desperately to keep his knees from buckling, and the smell of the blood coming from a cut in his forehead was beginning to turn unwelcome heads.
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Hey, MorbidMan here. Suspenseful eh? Maybe not, but it's my first attempt at a cliff-hanger so far at fan fiction, so bear with me. Also, could you check out my other stories? One is a crossover between "Resident Evil" and "The Matrix" which is pretty decent despite how ludicrous it sounds. The other is a comedic crossover between "Sonic the Hedgehog" and non other than "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre".
I capitalized "rabies" in Harrison's flashback because Stephen King did so for important words that the kid in "The Shining" thought about in Stephen King's narratives. I thought it was neat, so I applied it here. Check back for more updates… and review this! NOW!
"You're all going to die down here."-Red Queen "Resident Evil"