- The End as we Know It -
- Chapter 2 - It's Going to Be Alright - Alex Galea -
The sun reflected off the curved edge of my computers monitor as I typed in the password as instructed on the sticky note to my right. MSN messenger then processed the instruction and took me into a new menu displaying at least a hundred names and email addresses that I did know. I looked over to the sticky note and followed the second step, add people to talk to. I typed in Alex's email as well as Chris' new MSN account. Alex had convinced him a couple of weeks ago that it would be useful to have in case he wanted to talk to us from his computer at work, or in the car from his blackberry. After I had added them their display names immediately came up, " FUCKING ZOMBIES IN THE BASEMENT " and "Galea Accounting". It was not difficult to figure out which one was Alex, and I began a conversation with him right away. After a couple seconds delay he responded back with "hi mom". He said that they were doing fine but inquired about my situation, I replied saying that we felt safe at the moment. We than began a normal conversation that might take place during a fight for survival against zombies Alex than decided to add Chris to our online chat room. Rosaline and I had totally for gotten about Chris until now, and we suddenly realized that we realized that for all we know he could be dead.
I said hi to him and then waited... I listened to the steady firing of gunshots from the army, and time suddenly seemed to slow down. It was as if I could hear every little sound and see every little movement. I waited, staring intently at the screen, hoping that he would answer, straining every muscle in my body to make him answer... and then he did. It was like a bucket of freezing water had been dropped on me and I snapped back into the real world. Chris confirmed that he was safe for the moment and said that it would only take him a half hour until he could be here. He than inquired how difficult it would be for him to get in? I told them how I had managed to do so;
"Get ready to go Rosaline" I said as we came into the parking lot. The library showed a high resemblance to my vision of what a military base might look like; multiple men on the roof with sniper riffles, a couple S.W.A.T. trucks, and a few dozen men with riffles in front of them. We skidded to a stop, quickly leashed up our dogs, but decided against getting opening the door at the last second. A zombie was a step away from our van, and in no time at all had threw himself into our front windshield, nearly braking trough. Rosaline threw out a high pitch scream as I yelled for help. The foul creature pounded on the glass, trying with all his might to get through. His emerald eyes were focused on us intently as his blood issued off of his mangled face onto our windshield. Our dogs saw this and began freaking out, they barked like you would not imagine and growled wildly as if trying to protect us. The stance taken by them did not help Rosaline, she had never witnessed our pets acting like this and it scared her even more. She huddled against me and shoved her head into my chest. It was obvious that pain meant nothing to the living dead, he had been pounding so hard at our windshield it had just about fallen, and with one final blow from his broken and bloody fist, it caved in. Just then a shot rang out. His head was torn into pieces with the force of the sniper bullet and has brains flew onto the pavement. A couple of men then came along to help us into the Library, and, with a little convincing allowed us to bring in our pets.
"But you should not have as much trouble as me" I concluded. The reply: "well fuck me" from Alex, and a usual husband wife phrase in a fight for survival against zombies, "are you okay honey?". I assured him that Roseline and me were just a bit shaken up, but we had not been hurt. After going over some arrangements and receiving a few suggestions from Alex we decided that we would contact each other again tomorrow. And within 5 minutes of me giving up my computer a blue honda came to a halt out front. Chris quickly ran out of his car and got his golf clubs from the trunk, with the army shooting down the approaching zombies as he did so. They then opened up the doors wide and a sweaty Chris stumbled in. He ran over to kiss me and Rosaline and seemed very relieved to see us again. "It's going to be alright" were his first words to me, I guess he could tell that I was afraid. It helped. He said that Alex had told him to bring in the gold clubs in case we had to protect ourselves, I could imagine that a driver to the head could sure fix one of them zombies good.
As night approached everyone slowly started to fall asleep. The army had been handing out sleeping bags and pillows for the last hour or so and now the library's floor was lined with people. When our family layed down we were only feet away from out temporary neighbor. The place was starting to stink now and the smell of body odor and urine was becoming overwhelming. Many children have probably wet themselves from fright and I am sure that a lot of adults had to go too. But what was worse than the smell was the sound of moaning from the zombies, I did not know how I was going to sleep with them,...the zombies. I did not like calling them zombies, it sounded so much like the creatures in movies that would always give Alex nightmares. But I did not like thinking of them as the living dead, it just creped me out too much. It made me think of my parents getting up from their graves and trying to kill me, me their daughter who they had always loved so much. I fell asleep beside Chris and Rosoline thinking to myself how his whole thing just did not make any sense, but than I remembered what Chris has said to me, "It's going to be alright".