{"id":74,"date":"2016-01-13T05:26:02","date_gmt":"2016-01-13T05:26:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/?p=74"},"modified":"2016-01-19T05:26:19","modified_gmt":"2016-01-19T05:26:19","slug":"day-89","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/day-89\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 89"},"content":{"rendered":"
So I was asleep, but kind of dreaming. \u00a0In this dream, I could see myself sleeping in my room. \u00a0It was late. \u00a0The streetlight outside my window the only light in the room.<\/div>\n
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Then, a shadow walks past my window outside. \u00a0Then another. \u00a0Then a whole mob of shadows.<\/div>\n
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My sleeping body awakens, stiff, robotlike. \u00a0I get up and walk outside. \u00a0There is a horde of zombies shamabling along. I instinctivly follow them, but as I get one of the zombies in back turns on me and tried to eat me. \u00a0I slap him upside the head and yell “I’m one of you, bitch!”<\/div>\n
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He pauses and smells me. \u00a0Grunts and turns back to the group.<\/div>\n
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I keep following as they wander down back streets and alleys toward downtown. \u00a0They seem to be avoiding the road. \u00a0It’s a big group, probably 30 or 40 zombies.<\/div>\n
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And then I hear screams and the zombies in the back pick up their shuffle.<\/div>\n
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More screams. \u00a0 I try to run up ahead and see if I can help, but I can’t run. \u00a0I just amble along, doing the zombie shuffle. \u00a0The screams die down. \u00a0I hear some begging and shouting. \u00a0Screeching tires. I finally catch up and the horde is all over\u00a0 a parking lot. A parking lot full of teenagers, or what’s left of them. \u00a0 A minivan screeches out of the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of a girl with blood on her face who’s out of her mind with terror. \u00a0Her boyfriend is in the back seat, the sliding door is still open. \u00a0I can’t tell what race he is because his face is covered in blood.<\/div>\n
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The zombies are all over the teenagers who didn’t make it, but over behind a small truck I see legs sticking out. \u00a0I amble over to see if I can help and it’s a beautiful girl, she’s just laying there propted up against the tire of the truck. \u00a0She doesn’t appear harmed but for some reason I know she’s dead.<\/div>\n
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Not sure what she was doing but she’s got this cornicopia of fruits and vegatables in her lap.<\/div>\n
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When I say cornicopia, I don’t mean that\u00a0figuratively. \u00a0She’s got a real cornicopia like motherfucking pilgrims had. \u00a0I’m trying to figure out what she’s doing with it, maybe shw was in a play, or something. \u00a0SHe’s not dressed in a costume, I don’t know it’s just weird. \u00a0I get closer to her, I’m not gonna let any of the zombies defile her body and the smell of those plums and grapes is just overwhelming. \u00a0I haven’t eaten for a couple of days because of the naseua and fuck it, she’s not going to be eating them, so I dig in and let me tell you. \u00a0That was some of the finest food I had ever tasted. \u00a0Corn on the cobb that still had melted butter. \u00a0How? \u00a0I don’t know. \u00a0But it tasted perfect. \u00a0Link sausgaes still warm and greasy. \u00a0Where was she going, this beauty? \u00a0I pull out the biggest, juiciest plum I’ve ever seen. \u00a0It’s almost overripe and when I bite into it, the juice just explodes, I have to do that thing where you have to stand up and hold your mouth out away from your body so the juice doesn’t get on your clothes. \u00a0It was that juicy and Jesus, it was delicious.<\/div>\n
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I’m standing there feeling really good for the first time in a long while, I got plum juice on my fingers, on my chin – it’s in my beard, but I don’t care, the motherfucker is good. \u00a0Then I hear a scream, and for the first time all night, I’m not outside my body. \u00a0I’m still in the parking lot, standing over the dead girl, but there’s another girl in the truck and she is staring at me with the biggest eyes you ever seen and her scream is one of those spine peircing yells that has gotten the attention of all the other zombies in the parking lot.<\/div>\n
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I stick my hand out to tell her to shhhh and I realize it’s not a plum in my hand. \u00a0It’s some type of organ. \u00a0A human organ, I think it’s a heart. \u00a0Blood is running down my arm and dripping from my elbow. \u00a0I look at the dead girl. \u00a0She wasn’t carrying a cornicopia – that was her exposed ribcage. \u00a0Organs, intestines and blood are all over the place.<\/div>\n
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The girl stumbles out and falls to the ground as the horde converges on her. \u00a0I know I should try to help her, but I’m about to throw up, the\u00a0nausea\u00a0is overwhelming. \u00a0I bend over to hurl. \u00a0I hear the girl, still screaming and crying get up and try to run away.<\/div>\n
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I can’t puke. \u00a0I try real hard. \u00a0Not working. \u00a0I’m like “Fuck you stomach, you are not keeping that down there” and I jam my finger down my throat. \u00a0I can’t do it. \u00a0I fall to my knees is despair and disgust.<\/div>\n
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I hear the girl and look over as she’s surrounded and goes down. \u00a0I try to scream but all I can do is moan heavily<\/div>\n
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I wake up, in my bed. \u00a0For a moment I am relieved that it was a dream, but there is blood all over my clothes, all over my bed. \u00a0It’s on my shoes.<\/div>\n
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goddamn.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So I was asleep, but kind of dreaming. \u00a0In this dream, I could see myself sleeping in my room. \u00a0It was late. \u00a0The streetlight outside my window the only light in the room. Then, a shadow walks past my window outside. \u00a0Then another. \u00a0Then a whole mob of shadows. My sleeping body awakens, stiff, robotlike. … Continue reading Day 89<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p77Qd5-1c","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74\/revisions\/75"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}