Friday, March 25, 2011

Persuaded

It's been 2 weeks since this whole thing started.

It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. there were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.
Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But that's when all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out.
There was 6 minuts of broadcast before it went silent. 6 minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. the pople on the shore weren't fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animalos were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went for 6 minutes. 6 minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldn't make us unsee what we saw.


I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mistery. They had some explanations, some kind of infectio, brain parasites, but it didn't
matter. It wasn't an infection we were afraid of, it was them.

4 days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet we'd all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didn't know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems every zombie movie was right. they didn't make it. 3 days later they arrived in my town.
I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but that's where the movies lied. They ran trough the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing nything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.
A group of them made their way trough a building across the street. They jumped straight trough plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing trough them made no difference, theu just kept coming. My barricade wasn't going to hold. I rushed around my flat, frabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street, and I wish I hand't. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. they knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.
I don't have any kind of panic room, or a secure basemente, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. no windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, so I could stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears.
I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been 2 hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall besides me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there adn they knew I was scared.
This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make iy harder for them to get in. And then it got worse.
"Why don't you open the door?"

A voice in the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then ore of them.
"We've come for you."
"You'll be happier if you open the door"
"It's not so bad..."

The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this ws worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they'd get bored. But they don't get bored and they don't leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago...

I don't know what to do anymore... maybe it won't be so bad...

46 comments:

  1. Good god, it's almost like Rec. That movie scared the bejesus out of me.

    Seriously though, well-done narrative. My own zombie plan calls for zombies that run purely on impulse rather than forethought, so I'd be screwed in a heartbeat if your scenario ever occured.

    Remember: honey. Pure honey never spoils.

    And don't open the door.

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  2. Great post, had me glued. Keep it up!

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  3. Wow, Until the third paragraph I thought you were writing about an accident that I really happened, and I wondered to myself how could I have missed it. x.x"

    Good story!

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  4. great read man. i would really enjoy a good zombie movie right now

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  5. Thanks dude, I didn't really need to sleep tonight ;)

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  6. Wow, this could be a script for a movie ! You have great writing skills mate.

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  7. Awesome story right there bro.

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  8. Great story. You did an amazing job.

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  9. Well at least 2 weeks.. stay at it.

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  10. Kepp it up very engrossing to say the least. Followed.

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  11. You're a good writer, ever thought of taking it further? Thanks for the post, followed!

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  12. nice story dude :) great read!

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  13. Did you write this yourself??? really good!

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  14. wow great writing man, seriously if this is original keep on writing its good stuff

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  15. great stuff, thanks for the post

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  16. you are a very talented writer man, keep it up!

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  17. Really good stuff. Nice change to a popular theme.

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  18. Wow this is really spooky. Good stuff.

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  19. Suspense throughout. People do weird things in tragic situations...

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  20. Make another post, this is brilliant.

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  21. i am curios about the next story!!

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  22. HOLY ZOMBIE SHITSTORM!

    Interestingly enough, if you like Zombie literature, I recommend J. L. Bourne's Day by Day Armageddon. Fucking amazing book.

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  23. Sweet, a different take on the infection tropes. good creepypasta, any chance I can borrow it?

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  24. Wow...this story is creepy. Ever tryed to publish them, I mean not only online.

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  25. Nice story. I always enjoy reading zombie related stuff

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  26. That ship looks very ominous.

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  27. great read! thanks for sharing! :D

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  28. Running, screaming zombies that try to sweet talk you out? I can dig it.

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  29. Nice story. Being stuck on a boat is the worst.

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