{"id":76,"date":"2016-01-11T05:27:34","date_gmt":"2016-01-11T05:27:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/?p=76"},"modified":"2016-01-29T07:35:21","modified_gmt":"2016-01-29T07:35:21","slug":"day-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanwells.com\/zombieman\/day-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 6"},"content":{"rendered":"
I felt horrible this morning, the worst I’ve ever felt.<\/div>\n
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Like you drank all the tequila in Mexico bad, but without having the pleasure of drinking anything.<\/div>\n
I tried every pain killer in the medicine cabinet and finally, late in the afternoon, I can’t take it anymore.<\/div>\n
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I dig out the card the doctor gave me and I google the address. \u00a0I got nothing to lose at this point so I head out.<\/div>\n
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I drive over to the address and am surprised it’s a Mortuary.<\/div>\n
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It doesn’t say it’s a Mortuary on the card, it’s just an address. \u00a0I’m like “WTF” and I look at the card for some insight? Did I grab the wrong card? \u00a0Is this a joke. \u00a0A fucking cruel joke?<\/div>\n
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I flip the card over and there is a handwritten note that reads:<\/div>\n
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“After 5 Use Rear Entrance. \u00a0Only come between 5 – 6. \u00a0Only Use Rear Entrance”<\/div>\n
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I walk around to the rear entrance and I this place is huge. \u00a0It looks like it was an old house, some rich fuckers house at some point in time. \u00a0It seems to take up an entire block. \u00a0Around back there’s this little alley way, street thing. \u00a0The back is enclosed by a big stone wall and a giant iron gate. \u00a0I try to open the gate but it’s locked. \u00a0There’s an intercom and I press the button but I think it’s broken because it doesn’t make a sound and no one answers.<\/div>\n
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I check the time – it’s 5:44 \u00a0Dammit. \u00a0I look through the gate. \u00a0I yell out like a moron “Anybody back there?”<\/div>\n
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There’s all kinds of nice landscaping and trees, but it looks spooky as heck. \u00a0More like a graveyard than a back yard. \u00a0The sun is going down.<\/div>\n
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5:47. \u00a0Today’s the last day to get treatment so fuck it. \u00a0I climb over the gate, almost impaling my ball sack on those pointy iron bars at the top. \u00a0This causes me to fall parallel to the ground with I’m sure a loud thud. \u00a0I don’t know if it made a thud because it knocks me the fuck out. \u00a0When I come to, I’m confused. \u00a0Look around and then oh shit, check the time. \u00a05:57.<\/div>\n
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I get up and stagger to the door. \u00a0I almost don’t knock. \u00a0The door doesn’t look right. \u00a0Fuck. \u00a0One minute left to get my meds, however fucked up they are.<\/div>\n
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I knock and the door jerks open immediately.<\/div>\n
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A tall black man wearing a dashiki and dreads down to his ass exclaims “White boy, I’ve been watching yo ass fiddle around out her like a little pussy for the past 15 minutes. \u00a0What you want, mon?” \u00a0He takes a hit off a large marijuana cigarette<\/div>\n
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I must have stammered because, he says in the biggest reggae voice “HE LISTS DIFFERENT\u00a0TYPES OF POT HERE”<\/div>\n
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He blows the smoke in my face.<\/div>\n
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I’m like no, I’m here for the pre-z meds. \u00a0I was told…<\/div>\n
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And he’s like “Ah mon, I got what you need” He waves the smoke away from my face apologetically.<\/div>\n
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“So you’re not a little white boy, you’re a little dead boy”<\/div>\n
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I’m not dead.<\/div>\n
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“You will be if I can’t help you” \u00a0he laughs.<\/div>\n
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\u00a0have to find the notebook with the rest of this post in it… stand by<\/div>\n
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