A Zombie Story: Part 1

A Zombie Story: Part 1

I grabbed my purse and went for a walk in city park. I was well into the park when I saw a small colony of stray dogs. I felt so bad for them. “I wish I could take them in, but my apartment doesn’t even allow the pets I already have.” I thought to myself. It was then, that I heard a dog whimpering. I headed towards the group and was appalled by what I found there. One of the dogs, some kind of beagle mix, had a 2 inch gash on his side, which was badly infected.
I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed 911, because well, who knows the number to animal control?
“911, what’s your emergency?” “Hi, I’m in Grovesdale City Park and there’s a dog here under one of the benches with a huge gash on his side that is oozing puss.” “Ma’am, let me give you the number for animal control. We don’t handle animal emergencies.” I dialed the number feeling frustrated. I can’t figure out why they wouldn’t handle something like that. I mean, they have K-9 units, shouldn’t they care about the animals enough to respond?
While I was waiting for the animal control operator to pick up, I saw a little streak of brown zoom past me, with a red leash trailing after it. I stomped down onto the handle of the leash and picked it up off the ground. That was when the screaming started. Behind me, I heard a blood curdling scream and what sounding like someone’s throat being ripped out. I didn’t think about it, I picked up the wounded dog and ran with the little Pomeranian towards the old folks home on the other side of the park.
It wasn’t that far, but I was still winded when I got there. I climbed up the steps to their back porch aware that there were several footsteps pounding the pavement behind me. When I turned to let the people running for safety into the building before shutting the store, I nearly fainted. I saw at least six dead faces spattered with blood, snarling at me. I took my purse from around my neck and started hitting them with it to keep them back. I saw an open room to my left, with an older woman sitting up in her bed. I ducked inside it and turned to shut the door behind me, but couldn’t. One of their heads was in between the door and door frame and I couldn’t force it shut. So, I rifled through my purse until I found my knife and stabbed the top of his head. Their heads just kept popping in, one right after the other. After the sixth one, I was able to shut the door.
I called the animal control line and left them a message saying where I had brought the dog. I don’t know why that was even still a concern of mine, but the dog needed help and I really didn’t know what else to do. I placed the poor little guy, down on the woman’s dresser and gently opened the door to her room. There weren’t any undead in the hall way, so I made my way back down towards the back door. When I got to it, there were two light-skinned black, teenage boys screaming for their friend.
“Jaquan! Jaquan!” “You guys gotta come in so I can shut the door!” I screamed. “Jaquan! JAQUAN!” While they were screaming, another, slightly older boy stepped onto the porch. I knew he wasn’t their friend. I also knew that he was bad news and I wasn’t going to let him in here.
“If you don’t come in, now, I’m shutting the door!” “Jaquan!” “I’m sorry!” Right as I started to shut the door, their friend climbed up the porch steps. He had his left hand held out in front of him. It was missing a pinky, a ring finger and half of his middle finger, with blood pouring out of the places they should have been. I slammed the door, hard and locked it just as fast. I grabbed a couch from the back room, which I assume was a waiting area, as there were tabloids littering every coffee table.
When I picked up one of the tables to block off the windows, people started filling into the room I was in, to help me. But, we were, all of us, taken aback by the older boy screaming, “RUN!” over and over again. I’ve never heard anything so desperate and upsetting. But, he never ran. He was moving all around the porch screaming it. Finally, his screams were cut off with sounds of gurgling. And as awful as it was, the only thing I could think was, “Thank God.”

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