Forsaken Dreams

Silence. It was so quiet. The pain didn’t hurt that much anymore. I felt at peace.

And then I was sure I was dead. I couldn’t deny it anymore. It was too quiet not to have the moans of the Returned, and the pain? How can it be gone so fast?

Or maybe I was crazy. And this whole apocalypse was just a dream.

I couldn’t help but think that.

I could feel light and warmth, all on the other side of my eyelids. I wanted to open them.

I desperately did. To welcome that warmth and light. To be it. But I also feared it. I didn’t know what id find on the other side of my eyelids. Whether I was going to like it or not.

I swallowed my fears and I finally opened them. What I saw was not what I expected it. I expected to find sky and clouds. But no, I was in a house, next to a fireplace, which I guess would explain the light and warmth. A couple of thought passed through my mind, but the one I needed most answered was…’Where was I?’

I could tell little from my surroundings but I needed to know. I sat up and I looked around some more. But then I remembered! Everything came rushing back. I gasped and looked desperately around and all over my body to see if there was any scratches, or worse, bite marks. If I did, then I would be for sure turned. Depending on what it was would tell me how long I have. But I guess that wouldn’t matter. I would be gone anyway. I had to look, I had to make sure.

I didn’t want to be like them.

Luckily, I didn’t find anything…yet.

“You were not bitten…or scratched.” I whipped my head back. Behind me was to see the man standing in the doorway. Kip. And for some reason I wondered, why wasn’t he leaning? It was so unlike him. I guess this is no comfortable matter.

“Are you sure?” I replied.

“Of course.” He said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be in my house right now.”

Got to love his honesty, I mentally pointed out.

“Well thanks.”

Everything was quiet.

Kip looked down.

“You-” I began.

“I’m going to be in the kitchen if you need me. This conversation is not over. Got it?” He said interrupting me.

He looked at me then, waiting for me to answer. I nodded. Satisfied, he finally left shutting the door.

I sighed in relief. So I wasn’t dead, and I wasn’t going to be a zombie anytime soon. I couldn’t help but be happy at that. I tried to hold my breath like doing so would hold this moment inside me. It didn’t last but I was strangely okay with that. I knew by then not nothing lasts.

I really wanted to know what happened that day of that attack. Its sad, I don’t even know if it was yesterday or a couple of days ago. A week for all I know.

I got up and walked from the fireplace and its beautiful warmth to see if I could find a bathroom. To my luck, there was already one in the room so I didn’t have to go in the halls getting lost looking for one.

I went in, peeled my dirty clothes off and started my warm bath. I waited for a few minutes to let it warm up and fill, and dipped right in. It was wonderful. I forgot how could it was to bathe. Hygiene definitely wasn’t one of the top things to do when it comes to surviving these zombies. But it felt so good.

I don’t remember the last time I took a bath or had a shower, and at this moment, I honestly didn’t care. This was the present, the now. I shouldn’t dwell on the past as much as I have lately. I know I cant do anything to fix it now. Its not just bathing I’m talking about. Its something much more than that. I think…I’m still guilty for leaving my parents that day. Leaving them to their death, basically.

I finished, got out, and emptied the tub. At this point, I realized that I didn’t have clean clothes. They were in my backpack in my room and I have no idea where that is in this house. I could put these dirty ones on but after just being clean, I didn’t see the point in it. I needed newer, cleaner clothes as soon as possible.

I snatched the closest towel hanging on a towel ring and wrapped it quickly around myself. I cracked open the door an inch and peeked out. I sighed in relief when there was no one. I know there is only Kip besides me in the house, but I was still going to be cautious.

I walked out, quietly walking towards the only dresser. I opened the first one.

Ewe! Gross! Boxers. This is obviously Kip’s room then. I thought I was just in a random room. I wouldn’t have guessed this room to be his. Its not…I don’t know…boy enough. That’s how I describe it. It looks more like a parents room to me. But he is around twenty so I guess it makes sense. Oh well.

I closed the chore and opened the second one. In this one, was only socks. I closed it and went to the third one. I got excited, I finally found something I could at least wear to cover my whole body. I pulled out the garments and placed them neatly on the bed. Old habits die hard, because it was something I used to do before all this happened. I would put my pyjamas on my bed before I put them on to go to sleep. Well, when I had a bed.

I dropped the towel on the floor and put on the Kip’s pyjamas. The shirt was buttoned from the top to the bottom. It was also long-sleeved and very fuzzy. The pants, also fuzzy, was super long and oversized on me. I didn’t think Kip was this big in size. But it didn’t matter. I had clothes on. That’s when I realized I never put undergarments on. I didn’t need a bra but I had to put something underneath so I wouldn’t have to be commando.

I ran into the bathroom to find them. Finding them, I undressed and put them on, dressing myself, once again. I was relieved. I went to the sink and searched for a brush. I found a comb, but it would do. After my hair was combed, I knew it was time to face my wrath downstairs in the kitchen. Better now than never. I cleaned up and left, preparing myself the whole way down those ever-creaking stairs.