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Technically, I shouldn't call them zombies. They're actually humans who have been infected with some kind of flu, disease, semi-lethal pathogen- whatever. They don't register pain that much, they want more raw steak than any buffalo house can supply, and it doesn't matter how much of it they eat, they still want more. Besides, if I were to call them infected humans or something even more of a mouthful, they would be harder to beat to a pulp. I can identify with them if they're humans. You're angry, so what if you want to take a bite out of someone? They just take it a bit too far. But, if I call them zombies, they're more alien- I don't delve into their history, so I can just kill them like they're spiders. So I'm going to call them zombies for the rest of this transcript, and if you have a problem with that, you can join with them and boycott me as I walk down the street, alright?
When I got outside, I saw the truth the radio had been trying to cover up. The common outside of my set of flats was swarming with them. They were limping, crawling, running, shambling along- they were everywhere, so much so that I felt like emptying my gun into my earhole. One was even on top of the bus shelter. And those that weren't zombies- well, I bet they wish they had the tolerance of pain those half-dead maniacs did. They were being torn apart, chased, eaten (when they weren't always dead), screamed at, threatened- lawyers would have a field day if the zombies didn't have an infectious little zit of a thing inside of their blood. So, first step for a mom like me who's had a few fights outside of a bad bar in a dodgy street, try to go unnoticed. It gave me pain to see these innocent people being hurt, sure, but I wasn't going to act the hero. So think of me as a coward, I don't care; because at the end of the day I'm here telling you this and not six feet under. So, I trotted by on the sidewalk, keeping my gardening gloves held tight on the hockey stick, checking behind me every now and again. I got as far as the convenience store on Jody Street, and then I had to stop, because there was this pulsating crowd herding round an evac truck. At first, it looked like they were survivors, clambering to get into the truck- their arms flailing, screaming, trying to get a hold of the back of the van, but as I got closer, I realized the only survivors left were on top of the truck, clinging on for dear life and crying so much you'd think Madonna had died or something.
I couldn't walk away at that now, could I? These were grown men and women, moms and dads, crying, holding children to their tender chests- I may be a coward, but under my yellow skin lies a heart, believe it or not. So I did what they do in movies- I gripped the gun, raised my arm above my head and fired. I had forgotten how loud the shot was! But the ringing in my ears didn't distract my brain from getting these old chicken legs working and running them down the street as the dozen stimuli (if you want to get technical) cantered after me.
To cut a long story short, I lost them by throwing myself down a manhole and covering it up sharpish, but I soon cursed myself for doing it. I stunk of…many disgusting things, so now if those zombies were as animalistic as I thought they were, they could sniff me out even if a pair of clothes pegs were stapled over their nostrils.
When I had had a breather and had a peek at my map, I made a mental plan:
1. Go and get Jesse and Amanda
2. Find Ed and Susie
3. Try and get a band of survivors together
4. Get a truck and drive somewhere safer.
Lewis, thank god, was away in Texas so his girlfriend could visit her parents, but Amanda was at college and Jesse was probably either working at the garage or hiding in Ed's bar (Ed being my ex-husband and Susie being his wife). The used car dealership was just past the bar, but it was practically on the other side of the city, so it wasn't going to be easy getting there.
But then again, if it had all been easy, I wouldn't have anything to write, and you wouldn't be reading this transcript now, would you?
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