Status: Active
Born Zombie
5
5
"It will be ok." Leah was holding me. Her cold hard arms held me tight as she rocked me side to side. I bearded my face into her chest; the shower curtain was stiff against my cheek, it smelled musty and yet it converted me to have her to hold on to. I knew Leah had died a horrible death; that is why she was still here wandering through time and space. She was a real as the real as the rocks and rivers; as real as I was, yet she was only smock. A distant whisper carried on the wind. Death was real, even for me. "Its going to be ok." She whispered over and over again as my sobbing gently subsided. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sucked all the snot out my nose and swallowed it. "I remember hearing about that evil man; Preacher Cavis was his name but the media called him The Drowning Shepherd. He put some kind of hallucinogenic into the wine, lead them all out the church and down to the river. He convinced them that they had all signed and that only way to redemption was to be cleansed of all the temptations of the devil. He drowned them all. Every last one." "They flouted down the river like dead fish. All those children." I cut in. Their faces floated in front of my eyes. Their puffy blue faces and bloodshot eyes. Why was there so much death before The Great Disaster? Why so much anger and restlessness? I could feel Leah starting to fade; "please stay with me." "I have to go. My mother will be waiting up for me." I nee she was not talking to me; were ever Leah was going it was rooted deep in her soul and I was not welcomed yet. I went to grippe her but my fingers closed on themselves. I sat up and climbed down. I had a sour taste in my mouth and it made the sun rise look sick and yellow. The more down I went the darker it got. It was cool and smelled of soil. Rich deep black soil. I sat down and rested with my back against the mammoth tree trunk. I could hear the wolves hunting tree sprouts. I hated tree sprouts. They were nasty three foot tall beast with thin arms and legs holding up a turnip shaped bode. Their were blind but could hear and smell everything. Their mouth was large and held twelve rows of sharp rotating teeth. Their fingers were long and pointed like roots; they were hollow and often were used to drink the blood right out your veins. When I could no longer hear the hunt to stood and presides on my way. I ran through five days; the boy still haunted me. I stopped when I came the first of the seven acid rivers. The river ragged by, clear as glass with sulfur from frothing the top of the river that cupped the waters edge and rocks that revolted agents it's flow. It smelled like sulfur and the steam coming off it made my skin tingling and my hairs started to burn in small puffs of black smoke. I pulled my map out and flipped to the last page. Their was on old bridge built right after The Great Disaster, it was sixteen thousand feet above the river and should still be passable. I had to rods I could take; double back around to the heart and move south towards Ravens Pass or go straight up the mountain. Doubling back around was not an option; I headed up the river to Morgan Mountain. I had to move with ease; the ground was moist and easily caved under pressure. Not even I could serve a fall into the acid river. The days were long and the sun backed me like a beached fish. There were bushes of water berries; they kept the insanity at bay. Many people have gone insane from thirst alongside thesis river banks. They never knew about the water berries and would plunge into the rivers consumed by the madness of river fever. My lover was hovering over me; her cool kisses were enough to calm me. I stopped for a second and closed my eyes taking deep breaths of her cool calming breath. I did not mind being alone, intact I preferred it. Not that I did not love my family; I loved them with every breath I have. I just feel it is time for me to find myself; start my own group. "Why are you going this way?" Leah asked some were in a windy whisper behind me. "Im going to climb up the mountain and cross the bridge." I found a small cave that was carved out of an old tree. I crawled in and hunkered down for the night. I laid on the ground with my back against the warm wood and began to dig out my shoulder and hip wholes. Leah crawled in after me and laid down across from me. Her cold instantly filled the space. I pulled a bare skin blanket from under my pack and rapid it around me. It was warm and smelled of my mother. It was the first bare I took on my own. I was seven.
"It will be ok." Leah was holding me. Her cold hard arms held me tight as she rocked me side to side. I bearded my face into her chest; the shower curtain was stiff against my cheek, it smelled musty and yet it converted me to have her to hold on to. I knew Leah had died a horrible death; that is why she was still here wandering through time and space. She was a real as the real as the rocks and rivers; as real as I was, yet she was only smock. A distant whisper carried on the wind. Death was real, even for me. "Its going to be ok." She whispered over and over again as my sobbing gently subsided. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sucked all the snot out my nose and swallowed it. "I remember hearing about that evil man; Preacher Cavis was his name but the media called him The Drowning Shepherd. He put some kind of hallucinogenic into the wine, lead them all out the church and down to the river. He convinced them that they had all signed and that only way to redemption was to be cleansed of all the temptations of the devil. He drowned them all. Every last one." "They flouted down the river like dead fish. All those children." I cut in. Their faces floated in front of my eyes. Their puffy blue faces and bloodshot eyes. Why was there so much death before The Great Disaster? Why so much anger and restlessness? I could feel Leah starting to fade; "please stay with me." "I have to go. My mother will be waiting up for me." I nee she was not talking to me; were ever Leah was going it was rooted deep in her soul and I was not welcomed yet. I went to grippe her but my fingers closed on themselves. I sat up and climbed down. I had a sour taste in my mouth and it made the sun rise look sick and yellow. The more down I went the darker it got. It was cool and smelled of soil. Rich deep black soil. I sat down and rested with my back against the mammoth tree trunk. I could hear the wolves hunting tree sprouts. I hated tree sprouts. They were nasty three foot tall beast with thin arms and legs holding up a turnip shaped bode. Their were blind but could hear and smell everything. Their mouth was large and held twelve rows of sharp rotating teeth. Their fingers were long and pointed like roots; they were hollow and often were used to drink the blood right out your veins. When I could no longer hear the hunt to stood and presides on my way. I ran through five days; the boy still haunted me. I stopped when I came the first of the seven acid rivers. The river ragged by, clear as glass with sulfur from frothing the top of the river that cupped the waters edge and rocks that revolted agents it's flow. It smelled like sulfur and the steam coming off it made my skin tingling and my hairs started to burn in small puffs of black smoke. I pulled my map out and flipped to the last page. Their was on old bridge built right after The Great Disaster, it was sixteen thousand feet above the river and should still be passable. I had to rods I could take; double back around to the heart and move south towards Ravens Pass or go straight up the mountain. Doubling back around was not an option; I headed up the river to Morgan Mountain. I had to move with ease; the ground was moist and easily caved under pressure. Not even I could serve a fall into the acid river. The days were long and the sun backed me like a beached fish. There were bushes of water berries; they kept the insanity at bay. Many people have gone insane from thirst alongside thesis river banks. They never knew about the water berries and would plunge into the rivers consumed by the madness of river fever. My lover was hovering over me; her cool kisses were enough to calm me. I stopped for a second and closed my eyes taking deep breaths of her cool calming breath. I did not mind being alone, intact I preferred it. Not that I did not love my family; I loved them with every breath I have. I just feel it is time for me to find myself; start my own group. "Why are you going this way?" Leah asked some were in a windy whisper behind me. "Im going to climb up the mountain and cross the bridge." I found a small cave that was carved out of an old tree. I crawled in and hunkered down for the night. I laid on the ground with my back against the warm wood and began to dig out my shoulder and hip wholes. Leah crawled in after me and laid down across from me. Her cold instantly filled the space. I pulled a bare skin blanket from under my pack and rapid it around me. It was warm and smelled of my mother. It was the first bare I took on my own. I was seven.