Chapter 4

confused and hopeless

He just started to walk fast, going through an alley way as he was thinking to himself that this was not exactly what he had in mind for a damn vacation. It sounded like a straight up riot. "how long was I out?" he asked himself as he than realized that eventually he wouldn't have to get to the street soon, dreading that, he thought to himself that it was not going to be pleasant. As he began to slow down, he heard the sounds of a fan, he walked closer to it and there was an open window. Curtains were going in and out a window like a breeze was guiding them. Zack thought for a second, break and enter a person's house or face what was going on?

The answer was obvious "break and enter"

Zack said as he just jumped through the window, the inside was a rather quaint living room. It obvious was a family living room as there was toys scattered everywhere, children's TV was on and most of all the pictures of a family of four on the walls. Zack noticed that there was a small stack of papers on the table in the kitchen as he walked around. He decided to actually skim through. It and all it was...was a mental evaluation on one the children. "who ever the hell this kid is...is a fucking fruitcake" Zack joked as he than he heard slight banging from the hallway where the rooms were. As he decided to go look where it came from. Gun in hand he walked to the door and as he got to the door and it stopped. He opened the door and inside was the look of a teenage boy's room. There was pictures of metal bands, skulls, and others things that makes it look like the kid was really trying hard to be dark and scary. As Zack rolled his eyes looking at the kid's room, all he could think of was what people thought about him was because of kids like this making black a very "scary" color. As he got to his bed Zack was taken back by a smell that just made him almost puke. It was the rotting smell of death, he remembered the smell at the hotel, but this was more concentrated. He got on one knee and as he put on his gloves "functional and fashionable" as he fastened his glove on, he slowly reached inside and felt something, it was a box. He pulled it out and placed it on the bed, it was a shoe box of the "i hate my life" brand shoes that was popular with kids. As Zack opened the box slowly, the smell of death shot out, like a sarcophagus that held inside a dead body for thousands of years. He winced and started to heave as the smell was getting worse and worse. He threw the lid to the side as he saw what it was. It was a dead Grey white and brown cat that was there since it looked like months. The maggots were starting to eat at the flesh, the left eye stuck out and locked rather forced out. "oh boy, here it comes" he said as than puked onto a pile of clothes. "yeah, not my fault...and that chicken didn't taste good coming out" he said as he than just dumped the contents out. As the cat laid there, Zack saw one thing that intrigued him and that was a switch blade. He looked at it as he pressed handle's button and came the blade. "this may come in handy" he kept the knife in his hand and than he found a journal. He decided to look at it, seeing that the person who was sick enough to do this to a living creature didn't deserve privacy.

April 14th

Dad was talking about sending me to the hospital again, he said that he was trying to get me well. I don't believe him...he is like everyone else!" judging me, making me feel like I am undesirable and not welcome in this two bit shithole of a town. Ever since dad has been talking to that damn doctor my life has been a deep dark loneliness of trying not to conform of this pie in the sky life that everyone believes in...life is about suffering.

April 15th

my mom was talking to my dad about how she is scared of me. Ever since I made the Lindy girl want to try and kill herself. My mom is a stupid cunt anyway. Ever since that little pathetic worm of a brother came, all she cared about was him and nothing else. We were fine before that fucking slut and that idiot decided to procreate and having the magnificence that is me, the angel of death

April 16th

my mom and dad bought a fucking rodent into our house for that fucking worm. I fucking hate animals, after all all they are is just work aids and meat. Maybe I should bide my time and cook the cat and serve it to him for lunch. That would be so funny

Zack looked at the cat and realized that it was the family pet. "poor thing" Zack said to himself as he than realized who this was "wait isn't this the carvers? the family that Maggie was talking about?" zack went back to reading, deciding to skip to where the book mark was. It was a bookmark of a pentagram "god I fucking hate this kid"

may 24th

this is the greatest thing ever! So I killed the cat, the fucking faggots are now looking for him. What's even better is that every night I sneak off and rip down the lost posters all over town...except the ones that are in the shops. My dad and the sheriff have shouting matches over the phone and my fucking worm of a brother is crying about his pathetic fucking cat while under my bed in my treasure box! This is so perfect, will write more later..I'm gonna go to my secret spot.

may25th

they are real, I snuck into the forest to listen to music and smoke cigarettes only to see that zombies are real. Those egg heads who we thought were in charge of those expensive weeds...are actually something out of a 1950's horror movie! What was cooler was that they took one ofthe tourists and actually forced one into becoming a zombie….it was so cool! even if people would tell me that I am a fucking liar..peoplewill not be ready for this and the best part was that they seem to be growing in numbers.

May 26th

my dad is now fighting with my mom loud enough so me and my little brother can hear. I overheard that rancid whore mother of mine say that I was a monster and that I killed the cat. She was also complaining about the fact that apparently I burned my brother with a cigarette...even though dad is saying I'm not bad….i did. It was so satisfying to hear him cry and scream as the smell of his burning flesh was like heaven.

may27th

so I guess that it's time to go smoke and chill

may28th

I did it, I finally achieved my goal! Something let out one of those zombies and one of them bit me on the arm. I ran home as happy as I could and now my plan will work. I just killed my parents, my mom's throat was satisfying to slit as the blood blurt out.. the sounds of my dad whimpering and crying was amazing. It was an invigorating rush. As I slowly went to my dad...looked him dead in the eyes and said one thing "the were all right, now both your children will die" his eyes bugged out of his head as I than slit his throat fast. They both bled out as I happily went to my brother's room. He wasn't in bed...but I knew where he was hiding...the fucking worm hid under the bed

I pulled him out and decided that when I turn...he will be my first meal. So he is right now tied up in the closet. We are both gonna wait for me to turn into the thing I was meant to and he will be food...like the animal he always was.

It was the last page written and Zack was trying his best not to freak out. What in fuck was wrong with this kid? He sat down in order to think about he just read "so what the fuck happened to this kid to make him this fucked up?" he asked himself, he remembered growing up and hearing on the news that those role playing games were actually signs of the devil and that people who did that were gonna be fucked up. "no, this kid didn't need that as an excuse….something was loose in this kid's fucking headmeat" the excuse that media was to blame was a joke, after all Zack played "hell's fury" a fighting game all the time when he was 13 and he was never insane like this...in fact after dad put it in his bar..even his dad agreed with Zack that there was nothing wrong with the game..just people taking things out proportion. Zack got up and than realized "if he locked himself in the closet than that means..." he looked at the closet door. It was eerily quiet, as Zack quickly opened the door, gun in hand there was met his another smell of death and now was mixed urine and feces. It was the little boy, however much like Mabel and the strange corpse at the hotel, there was blood everywhere, the wounds were deep and looked like a Cornish hen that was attacked by dogs. Zack shook his head as he decided to just leave...he took the journal with him, just in case it could be used later. The switchblade was gonna be used as well. As he was almost out of the room. He heard the sounds of moaning. He turned around to see him..the man of the hour. His appearance was just like his insides now...nasty and ugly. His arm was hanging off as he slowly came towards Zack "OK, I did not expect you to be so fat.." it was true..the zombie was obviously massive as if the kid was caught by more than one..he would have been a four course dinner "so, are you going to attack me or just eye ball me..." he said as suddenly the zombie became fast. As he just followed Zack who was running towards the kitchen. The creature grabbed Zack with his only good arm and as Zack felt it, his fight or flight activated and with not thinking..he shot the zombie point blank in the head.. for some reason. It stopped the zombie. It fell backwards onto the ground and it made no noise land. Zack was just breathing heavily and was trying to avoid a panic attack. He did not risk it as he picked up the microwave and threw the microwave onto the zombie's head. The sound of a plant being crushed could be heard. "Jesus fucking Christ I could never get used to that..." he took a deep breath and tried to make sense of it all..zombies...killer fat teens...scary trees...what the fuck kind of town is this? He got up, just looked at the kid one more time and just picked the microwave u and slammed it down again. He walked out of the apartment and than thought to himself "never again" he walked down the steps to the main street. He looked through the door of the building, it was quiet after that strange series of screams that he heard. He quietly opened the door and thought to himself "well this couldn't get any worse" he said as he heard the sound of footsteps, a group of them. He turned around and saw more zombies "oh god no.." he thought in his brain as than without thinking..familiar voice cried out

"get down!" the sounds of a gun being shot as the zombies fell one by one. Zack covered his head in fear as than the pair of footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer. Zack looked up and saw the sheriff. The sheriff was looking relieved but still tensed "I'm glad you are alright but we need to move..the streets are not safe!" Zack and the sheriff started to move fast til they got a squad car. The two got in as they started to drive off.

As the three were driving, the obviously frazzled Zack said with a very loud tone "you know, the travel agency said that every day it looks like fall...enjoy the nice weather….but you know what they didn't say EVERYDAY IS LIKE HALLOWEEN!" Zack yelled at the sheriff, it wasn't that he was mad but god damn he needed to let it out.

"simmer down, we need to keep a cool head….this is scary for everyone, I know that you are scared but.." he said before interrupted by Zack

"OK, first I was attacked by an elderly zombie who had enough of his wife's bitching...than I end up in the next summer blockbuster of a fucking serial killer franchise. And now I'm in a cop car..with a sheriff that's telling me to calm down!" he screamed, the sheriff was just letting Zack get it out of his system.

"feel better?" the sheriff said as he than stopped in front of a VFW hall "come on" he told Zack as they went to the door. As they went in, there was a massive group of people inside. "take a breather kid" he said as he went back outside handing boxes to people. Inside were people that were still in their pajamas, some crying or holding their loved ones close.

"well at least you are alright" it was mother Maggie. The look on her face was that of a sad smile. "i am glad you left when you did, the madness started minutes afterward..." she confided in Zack who obviously was trying to puzzle everything together. "is Mabel and Eddie alright?" she asked him who looked down with sadness. She was taken back "oh no.." she looked down

"Maggie., Zack can you two come in here please?" it was the sheriff motioning for the two to come into an office.