UnNamed zombie story
"Society is nothing more then a sky scraper built on quicksand, it keeps sinking but we keep building."
Mexico City, present day
Marta slowly worked her way through the empty delapadated building, pointlessly cleaning the never ending clutter caused by massive amounts of cocaine production. It wasnt much but it was still a job and by her standards she really wasnt "helping" the production of drugs, only housekeeping. Sweeping had become second nature and Marta was almost sleeping her way through it before her slumber was abruptly interupted.
" Jesus!"
She cried as she lifted her foot to revail a miniscule shard of glass that had lodged itself into her dirt ridden skin. As she pulled the tiny culprit from her worn foot she regretted not buying proper shoe wear earlier and promised herself new sandals come pay day.
By the time Marta reached the small hut she was far more tired then the mid 60's maid was used to. Her husband Miguel greeted her happily but noticed all was not well. They both agreed a good nights sleep would ressurect Marta from her sudden illness.
A brilliant day was to be had as the sun shined and life began to arise. Tina and Julio awoke in the same manner as every Sunday, it was churchday. Dressed in Sunday's finest the young couple awaited the arrival of their neighbors, whom they walk to church with routinely. Concern grew as nearly half an hour had passed and the couple where still alone.
"Julio, go check on those two"(in spanish)
"They are old Tina, give them time, either that or they died"
"Julio! Stop it! And just in case we'll both check on them and make sure they didnt"
"Fine fine"
As the two slowly crept into the poor household of the Quartez's they noticed the silence was overwhelming.
"Marta y Miguel?" Tina half yelled
Julio wandered about the tiny shack of a home and discovered a small crimson line scattered about the floor and followed it til its end underneath the stove. A further look by Julio revealed a small disfigured shape nestled in the back of the dark dusty underbottom of the stove.
"Honey, I think I found a dying mouse"
"Ew, dont touch it" Tina yelped
"dont worry, they are harmless" Julio remarked as he grabbed the broom stick end and began to nub his way towards the wiggling object.
"Oh my is that a......" Tina calmly asked
"I think its a...its a finger"
"Why is it still moving"
"How is it still moving Tina?"
The young couple became surprisingly interested in the moving limb, so much so that Julio began to stab it with a fork.
"JULIO, stop that! I need to find Marta and Miguel"
As Tina slowly creeped towards the doorless improvised bedroom she couldn't help but feel as if this were the darkest it had ever been during the day. She finally shrugged the feeling off as nothing more then being silly and took her first step into the room. As she stepped completely into the room she smiled as she thought to herself
"see, it was nothing"
It was about that time that she suddenly felt the concussive force violently slamming into the side of her.
Dullness lifted from Tina's conscienceness and her vision began to return to her. A large blurry face slowly hovered and descended on her as vision began to focus in on a set of blood soaked dentchers approaching the center of her eye.
Mexico City, present day
Marta slowly worked her way through the empty delapadated building, pointlessly cleaning the never ending clutter caused by massive amounts of cocaine production. It wasnt much but it was still a job and by her standards she really wasnt "helping" the production of drugs, only housekeeping. Sweeping had become second nature and Marta was almost sleeping her way through it before her slumber was abruptly interupted.
" Jesus!"
She cried as she lifted her foot to revail a miniscule shard of glass that had lodged itself into her dirt ridden skin. As she pulled the tiny culprit from her worn foot she regretted not buying proper shoe wear earlier and promised herself new sandals come pay day.
By the time Marta reached the small hut she was far more tired then the mid 60's maid was used to. Her husband Miguel greeted her happily but noticed all was not well. They both agreed a good nights sleep would ressurect Marta from her sudden illness.
A brilliant day was to be had as the sun shined and life began to arise. Tina and Julio awoke in the same manner as every Sunday, it was churchday. Dressed in Sunday's finest the young couple awaited the arrival of their neighbors, whom they walk to church with routinely. Concern grew as nearly half an hour had passed and the couple where still alone.
"Julio, go check on those two"(in spanish)
"They are old Tina, give them time, either that or they died"
"Julio! Stop it! And just in case we'll both check on them and make sure they didnt"
"Fine fine"
As the two slowly crept into the poor household of the Quartez's they noticed the silence was overwhelming.
"Marta y Miguel?" Tina half yelled
Julio wandered about the tiny shack of a home and discovered a small crimson line scattered about the floor and followed it til its end underneath the stove. A further look by Julio revealed a small disfigured shape nestled in the back of the dark dusty underbottom of the stove.
"Honey, I think I found a dying mouse"
"Ew, dont touch it" Tina yelped
"dont worry, they are harmless" Julio remarked as he grabbed the broom stick end and began to nub his way towards the wiggling object.
"Oh my is that a......" Tina calmly asked
"I think its a...its a finger"
"Why is it still moving"
"How is it still moving Tina?"
The young couple became surprisingly interested in the moving limb, so much so that Julio began to stab it with a fork.
"JULIO, stop that! I need to find Marta and Miguel"
As Tina slowly creeped towards the doorless improvised bedroom she couldn't help but feel as if this were the darkest it had ever been during the day. She finally shrugged the feeling off as nothing more then being silly and took her first step into the room. As she stepped completely into the room she smiled as she thought to herself
"see, it was nothing"
It was about that time that she suddenly felt the concussive force violently slamming into the side of her.
Dullness lifted from Tina's conscienceness and her vision began to return to her. A large blurry face slowly hovered and descended on her as vision began to focus in on a set of blood soaked dentchers approaching the center of her eye.