Somehwere Between Hell and Zombies
The Worst Possible Thing
There on the bed was my mom, all tucked in and safe. The only problem was that the
top of her head was gone, and blood was splattered all over the wall above her. My father
sat on the floor beside her, his hands and face covered in blood. He stared right through us
with hunger in his eyes.
"Sorry." he managed to choke out as he tried standing up. He still had some human left in
him. I collapsed to the floor as the man who used to be my father came staggering towards
us. The remains o f humanity he had left disappeared before our very eyes. Derek gasped,
and began backing up right into me. As he fell, my "father" with a surprising boost of
amazing speed, like that of a cheetah on a chase, came after
us moaning. wit few choices left, Derek took the fire place poker and hit my dad in the head.
That only dazed the creature long enough for us to get up and away a few feet. He then
regained control and ran after us once more. His wretched moan getting louder. With only
seconds to make a decision about our defense, Derek stuck the poker through the beasts
chest. What was once my father was not at all phased by that. So with only one option left,
Derek plunged it through the soft fleshy cartilage of my dads temples as he took one last
dive at us. The blood and brain matter came out of the wound holes like a volcanic eruption
as the ghastly beast fell to the floor and didn't move.
Even after all this time, it is still one of the most gory things I have ever seen in my life.
I remember being unable to move because of the shock of it all. Derek had to pretty
much carry me up to my room. When we got up there, he locked the door and collapsed next
to me out of breath. He too began crying as we held each other for a long time. "They seem
like zombie's" Derek whispered as he thought about any horror movie he had ever seen.
"But that's impossible!" I choked out, knowing deep down that at that point anything was
possible. We just sat there against the door terrified to face the horrors that were just
outside the door, and seemingly all around us.
"What if we're the only ones left?" I asked meekly, afraid of the answer that I could get. I didn't
really want to know.
"I don't know Chels, I honestly don't know." Derek said bluntly
"Well, if we are, we can't just sit here. We need to find food and probably some weapons of
any sort. So do you want to try to go into town, or look around the house more?"
" I don't think that I can handle seeing my family like that again, I would rather try our luck in
town." I said, a little surprised with his semi-dumb question. "Maybe we will find other
people who are still okay." I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer.
Beneath the shorts was a gun. a .22 revolver to be exact, and some ammo. Derek looked at
me surprised until I said.
"daddy was paranoid about intruders and wanted me to be safe. There is another one in his
room, but I'm not going back there again." Derek reluctantly took my gun and went to their
room. Upon returning, he had fresh tears in his eyes. My parents were like his second
family. They were always there when he needed them.
"okay, lets get going." he stated as he handed me my gun back. "We need to try to find a
safe place, maybe back in my bedroom?"
We walked, arm in arm, down the stairs to the door of the blood and dead smelling house.
We opened the door and froze. "Oh my god," we both exclaimed simultaneously.
You see, Derek and I had been friends for like the last six years at least. When we
started dating people became quiet concerned, for Derek was and still is almost three
years older than me.A lot of people thought it strange that he had so much interest in me
when he was so much older than me, but we didn't care. We had no reason to.
Whenever I looked at him I got lost in his puppy dog brown eyes. It wasn't just his looks that
attracted me to him either. He was so much fun to be around, and really smart as well. Now
it seems as though his eyes have lost some of their shine, and he wasn't all there any
more. I guess it was not all that surprising with every thing that we had been through. He
told me that he fell in love with me because I was different. We could do just about anything,
and talk about everything. He said he loved my sense of humor and my style. He also loved
that I was so intelligent and just simple . I know I that i too have changed for the worse.
top of her head was gone, and blood was splattered all over the wall above her. My father
sat on the floor beside her, his hands and face covered in blood. He stared right through us
with hunger in his eyes.
"Sorry." he managed to choke out as he tried standing up. He still had some human left in
him. I collapsed to the floor as the man who used to be my father came staggering towards
us. The remains o f humanity he had left disappeared before our very eyes. Derek gasped,
and began backing up right into me. As he fell, my "father" with a surprising boost of
amazing speed, like that of a cheetah on a chase, came after
us moaning. wit few choices left, Derek took the fire place poker and hit my dad in the head.
That only dazed the creature long enough for us to get up and away a few feet. He then
regained control and ran after us once more. His wretched moan getting louder. With only
seconds to make a decision about our defense, Derek stuck the poker through the beasts
chest. What was once my father was not at all phased by that. So with only one option left,
Derek plunged it through the soft fleshy cartilage of my dads temples as he took one last
dive at us. The blood and brain matter came out of the wound holes like a volcanic eruption
as the ghastly beast fell to the floor and didn't move.
Even after all this time, it is still one of the most gory things I have ever seen in my life.
I remember being unable to move because of the shock of it all. Derek had to pretty
much carry me up to my room. When we got up there, he locked the door and collapsed next
to me out of breath. He too began crying as we held each other for a long time. "They seem
like zombie's" Derek whispered as he thought about any horror movie he had ever seen.
"But that's impossible!" I choked out, knowing deep down that at that point anything was
possible. We just sat there against the door terrified to face the horrors that were just
outside the door, and seemingly all around us.
"What if we're the only ones left?" I asked meekly, afraid of the answer that I could get. I didn't
really want to know.
"I don't know Chels, I honestly don't know." Derek said bluntly
"Well, if we are, we can't just sit here. We need to find food and probably some weapons of
any sort. So do you want to try to go into town, or look around the house more?"
" I don't think that I can handle seeing my family like that again, I would rather try our luck in
town." I said, a little surprised with his semi-dumb question. "Maybe we will find other
people who are still okay." I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer.
Beneath the shorts was a gun. a .22 revolver to be exact, and some ammo. Derek looked at
me surprised until I said.
"daddy was paranoid about intruders and wanted me to be safe. There is another one in his
room, but I'm not going back there again." Derek reluctantly took my gun and went to their
room. Upon returning, he had fresh tears in his eyes. My parents were like his second
family. They were always there when he needed them.
"okay, lets get going." he stated as he handed me my gun back. "We need to try to find a
safe place, maybe back in my bedroom?"
We walked, arm in arm, down the stairs to the door of the blood and dead smelling house.
We opened the door and froze. "Oh my god," we both exclaimed simultaneously.
You see, Derek and I had been friends for like the last six years at least. When we
started dating people became quiet concerned, for Derek was and still is almost three
years older than me.A lot of people thought it strange that he had so much interest in me
when he was so much older than me, but we didn't care. We had no reason to.
Whenever I looked at him I got lost in his puppy dog brown eyes. It wasn't just his looks that
attracted me to him either. He was so much fun to be around, and really smart as well. Now
it seems as though his eyes have lost some of their shine, and he wasn't all there any
more. I guess it was not all that surprising with every thing that we had been through. He
told me that he fell in love with me because I was different. We could do just about anything,
and talk about everything. He said he loved my sense of humor and my style. He also loved
that I was so intelligent and just simple . I know I that i too have changed for the worse.