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Oh God. Please Send Help.

By on Jun 13, 2008 in Creepy, Writing Samples | 5 comments

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The only drawback to buying this small house back in December is that about a mile and a half away from my lovely 4 bedroom abode rests a small cemetery. I don’t consider myself a very superstitious person, yet every time my little CR-V drives by the rusted, black iron fence, chills crawl against my skin. As a kid, I was told that you had to hold your breath when you passed by the tombstones, so that the ghosts buried beneath the earth couldn’t steal it away.

It was the police sirens that woke me this morning at 3 a.m. Thinking it was another vehicular accident on a nearby intersection, I closed my eyes and tried to drift back to sleep. I relaxed and cozied back up to my pillow with heavy and tired eyes.

That’s when I heard it.

Three sounds hit my ears in rapid succession; a low and eerie moaning, a scream from what sounded like a female and the first of many gun shots.

I’ve been awake ever since.

Please tell me that this is a dream.

Tell me that I’m lost in some subconscious imagery taken directly from too many hours of playing scary video games.

It’s now 6 a.m.

Although muffled through the thick concrete walls of the basement, I have heard intermittent screams throughout the last three hours, usually followed by the popping sound of a discharging weapon. Guys, for the first time in my life, I am deathly afraid. I don’t know how long we will be stranded here. I’ve had to make numerous trips upstairs to gather food and other supplies, and from what I can tell from each hurried pass by a window, we are surrounded.

I will do my best to update this blog as the slow moments pass, but I can’t guess as to how much time we’ll be stuck here, or how long the electricity will last. I’ve moved my father and girls downstairs and barricaded the doors with every piece of available furniture, but the only thing that worries me is the entrance to the garage. Given the weak point of the sliding glass upstairs near the deck and this particular vulnerability beneath, I hope I’ve chosen correctly. I’ve backed the Honda against the door, but I don’t know how well it will hold if overwhelmed.

I don’t know how many of them are out there.

I never thought it would end like this. I thought it would be some sort of biological or nuclear strike. Perhaps another terrorist attack that spiraled our country into a final death spiral.  These  are the kind of stories you hear in church that are supposed to guilt you into throwing a few extra dollars in the collection basket.

The dead aren’t supposed to rise from the grave.

If you can send help, please do. I don’t want to die here. I will protect my family until my last breath, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to do this alone. From the sounds of it, the neighbors have already been attacked. From the moaning that is growing louder with each moment, I am certain we are next. I was able to snap this picture of what we’re facing here, but as I listen, it sounds like this isn’t an isolated incident.

Help us, please.

 

 

 

5 Comments

  1. Nathan

    June 13, 2008

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    I’ve already told ya. Blaring some Captain & Tenille at full volume plus having Danny Bonaduce staked out in the front yard is your safest course of action.

    Works every time.

  2. Vince

    June 13, 2008

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    Remember: kill the brain, and you kill the zombie. However, burning them afterwards is a good policy to insure they will never ressurect again.

    I highly recommend you closely read and follow the recommendations outlined in the “How To Kill A Zombie” poster provided by the govenment to graveyard workers, morticians, doctors and school children . If you have misplaced yours, please feel free to download and print the PDF version of the poster at http://www.ex-robot.com/images/zombie-u.pdf

  3. Jeri

    June 13, 2008

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    Nicely done! Good sense of panic, of us against the world. I’d send help, but we’re kind of isolated and dazed here in the PNW and I’m not sure the highways are open to anything but emergency vehicles anyway.

    Would virtual ammunition, water and emergency rations help?

  4. Tania

    June 13, 2008

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    I’ll do what I can. I meant to mention you, and I forgot! Thank goodness some outposts of humanity remain. For now.

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