About the Man

I woke up with my arms and legs tied to a bed by rope, the rope was about three inches thick. I looked around the small room I was now in, but there wasn't much in it. There were two pictures hanging on the wall in front of me. One with the African American man and his son, and one with the man and who looked like his wife. On my right was a black, hand craved desk. On top of it was a cup of water, a wet rag, and a magnum (a pistol).

I started panicking thinking I was about to get shot in the head or something, when the man walked in with his son behind him. As he stood in front of the bed he asked, "Scratch or bite?"

I had no idea what this man was talking about so I shook my head no. He pointed to my side that was covered in cloth that was soaked in blood. "Were you scratched or bitten?" I was about to ask him what he was talking about but again, he yelled, "Were you scratched or bitten!"

"I was shot! I'm a police officer, and I was chasing this guy who stole a car when he came out and shot me. I woke up in a hospital, left, went to my house, and I think you know the rest. And by the way, what were you talking about?"

We all heard it. A car alarm went off, and we heard a little shriek. Only it didn't sound human. Both the child and the man flinched, but finally they left it alone. The man said to his son, "If it had been…one of them, he would have died from the fever." At this point I was completely and entirely confused. But finally he untied me, and the boy left the room. "C'mon, you hungry or not?"

And with that thought in my mind, I followed him out the door and into the kitchen. What was strange was all the windows were covered by sheets, and all the lights were off. The only source of light was some candles that had been lit earlier. As I sat down I took a turkey leg from the plate and began to eat. "What are your names?" I asked him as we began to eat.

"I'm Josh," said the man, "And this is my son, Thomas." Thomas nodded his head at me then continued eating. "What's yours?"

"I'm Dave, and why is everything so strange now?"

"You seriously don't know anything, do you?" I nodded my head no. "It's the walking dead. They rip your flesh off your body and then drink your blood. They're always more vicious at night. Maybe it's the moon that gets them all riled up, I don't know, beats me. They took my wife! They got her! Every night she comes home and turns the door knob in an attempt to come home." By this time the little boy, Thomas, had a tear rolling down his eye. And I was completely silent.

"Where has everybody been heading? I know my wife left with my son. Where would they most likely go?"

"Probably up north, the military has been offering people safety up there. But others say that up north, it's infested with hundreds, maybe thousands of zombies."

"Then I know where I'm going now." I stated.

"You can't be serious, it's a suicide mission!" Josh yelled.

"Let's go down to the police station, I could use a shower." And actually I really could use a shower.

"Funny, water lines have been dead for a couple of weeks now."

"That may be true," I began, "But the police station has its own water line."

After that, all I could hear for about ten seconds were shouts of approval. That is until the door knob started to turn.