By: The Countess of Creepy
I don’t remember falling asleep but, I know that I must have. Because I woke up feeling startled. I’m not sure if there was a reason I woke up with my heart beating out of my chest, maybe the reason is that I just realized I was sleeping.
I put down my gun so I can drink some water out of one of the nearby bottles. I get the bottle to my lips when the sound of the doorbell fills the room. Now I remember. I heard the doorbell in my sleep.
My mouth went dry and I think about taking a swig from the water bottle, but I think better of it. I recap the bottle and put it down and pick up my gun.
I look at the clock, 2 am. I know whoever is at the door is not here to help me. I stand and look at the door. The doorbell rings again. I just blink at the door while holding my gun at my side pointing to the floor with the safety off, ready if I need it.
I thought back to when I woke up. I struggled through the haze of sleep deprivation to remember when I was last awake. I remember checking the food and water supply then I made sure the barricades over the doors and windows were holding up and undamaged. I know I finished my checks at 11 pm. I remember sitting down on the sofa. Then I remember waking up now. I was asleep for nearly three hours. That was the longest stretch of sleep I have had in weeks.
The doorbell rang out again and I lost my train of thought. Then I heard something that made me want to run away and hide but also want to throw the door open in alarmingly equal measures.
“Will.” It was my mother’s voice coming from the other side of the door.
“William honey it’s mom.” Her voice was rough and had an edge to it that it never had before but I could tell it was her.
I backed away from the door. My mom was one of the first people infected in our town of Hannover. She had been traveling across the country. On her way home she had a layover in New York’s JFK airport. That is where the authorities thought the bioweapon was released. But no one knew it was released until weeks after the outbreaks started. My mom started to feel sick days after arriving home from her trip.
We had no idea that what she came down with was so serious. The local doctors were confused about what was wrong with her. Then the news of the outbreaks hit the national and local news. By the time the CDC came to Hannover my mom was dead. But like all the people who died of this new illness she came back, unlike her true self, she came back as a violent monster.
“William let me in.” I jumped. I was lost for a second in my musings of the past. Her voice started to sound more guttural and took on a terrifying edge.
It took me a second to pull my thoughts together. I remember it wasn’t long after my mother died before the infected were everywhere, attacking and infecting other people. The healthy people left in town barricaded their doors and windows and tried to wait for help. I am not sure how many are still left. I can’t remember the last time I heard the hammering of survivors repairing their barricades.
“William!” My mother shouted and started kicking the door. I jumped and took another step away from the door. Any remaining humanity in her voice disappeared when she shouted.
I looked around myself. I am running out of things to repair the barricades with. I have about a dozen bottles of water left, most half empty. I maybe have enough food to last 3 days at the most. Only 2 bullets were left in my gun and I had no extra ammo. I know I won’t last much longer, but more than anything I want to see my mom one last time.
“Mom. I called out.” She stopped kicking at the door.
“Will? Open the door Will.” Humanity rushed back to her voice. She almost sounded like my mom. My healthy mom.
“Okay mom, give me a second.” With the gun in my hand, I went to the door and removed the barricade. I opened the door and there was my mom. Her hair’s a mess with leaves and twigs sticking out of it. She is wearing her hospital gown but now it’s covered in blood and viscera.
She takes a shuffling step toward me. I opened my arms as if she is coming in for a hug. She isn’t, I know that, but it’s okay. She is right in front of me and I wrap my arms around her. For a second it was like having her back. The hug felt so good. Then as I knew she would she bit into my shoulder. The pain was the worse I ever felt. I put the gun up to her head and fired. She sagged against me. I couldn’t hold her up much longer so I let her fall. I put the gun up to my head and with the last bullet, I pulled the trigger. Just before my life ended I heard gunfire and voices calling out for survivors.
Arnold was in the tank at the front of the convoy. Sporadic gunfire made it hard to hear when the radio crackled to life..
“I doubt we’ll find many survivors here.” It was the captain on the radio. “This is the town of Hannover. Someone was at JFK when the bioweapon was released and they brought the infection back here. So this is ground zero of infection for this area. Keep your eyes open. We will see a lot of infected here.”
Arnold watched as the tank drove by boarded up house after boarded up house. He rode through hundreds of streets with nothing but the infected and boarded up houses. Someone was on the bullhorn calling out for survivors. Arnold thought it was pointless. He happened to noticed though that one of the houses had the door wide open. He could see by lantern light coming from inside the house that two bodies lay on the floor. One of them had a handful of infected feeding on it. He nudged the guy at the gun beside him and nodded toward the house. The gunman took action and bullets ripped through the house and killed the infected inside.