The "Zed" Word
I never really thought it was possible. To be honest I am not very attentive of my surroundings when I ride my bike, a habit under normal circumstances I should remedy, but as a result it took me a while to really soak in the chaos when I left the house.
The first car accident I rode past. These things happen and I am not a head turner regarding such things. The people running down the street I assumed to be some local casual clothes marathon since I am never up to date on the majority of events that go on in this town. It finally soaked in when I stopped to get coffee.
The store was a fucking mess. Chairs were overturned, the windows were smashed in, and merchandise was everywhere. Distracted and confused I didn't quite register the sounds behind me until those foul smelling hands gripped my shoulders. Already on edge I shrugged them off and turned around... but... I mean fuck dude, seriously? I couldn't believe it. I still can't. It was like a group of homeless people went to town on each other with hack saws, overcame their differences, and took to shuffling together as if it were a more efficient way of travel. I booked it. I left my bike and sprinted home much more aware of the seriously wrong shit happening all around me. I'd rather not recount all of it. Suffice to say I stumbled over a detached head when I turned onto P Street. I could have sworn it was still alive.
When I bounded up the sunken steps leading into the first floor landing of my apartment my heart skipped a beat. The glass door was busted in. Looking into my landlord’s office I could see a group of people huddled atop a screaming mess. Fearful of their attention I avoided the crunch of glass and hopped upstairs to the apartment’s open door. Ben's door was closed and echoed with satisfied moaning. Drew's door was closed and silent. Our bathroom was splattered with blood and bits of flesh. As I turned to leave the lumbering figures that were once my roommates loomed in the doorway. It was horrible. It was sad. It was fucking necessary. Who knew their flesh would be so fragile? A broom handle shouldn't spear through two grown men with such ease...
I am on the roof of my house right now. Wireless still works, but my cell phone is broken and the laptop battery is soon to die. Come nightfall I'm climbing down to check on whatever friends I have left and then we're getting the hell out of this town.
...
The first car accident I rode past. These things happen and I am not a head turner regarding such things. The people running down the street I assumed to be some local casual clothes marathon since I am never up to date on the majority of events that go on in this town. It finally soaked in when I stopped to get coffee.
The store was a fucking mess. Chairs were overturned, the windows were smashed in, and merchandise was everywhere. Distracted and confused I didn't quite register the sounds behind me until those foul smelling hands gripped my shoulders. Already on edge I shrugged them off and turned around... but... I mean fuck dude, seriously? I couldn't believe it. I still can't. It was like a group of homeless people went to town on each other with hack saws, overcame their differences, and took to shuffling together as if it were a more efficient way of travel. I booked it. I left my bike and sprinted home much more aware of the seriously wrong shit happening all around me. I'd rather not recount all of it. Suffice to say I stumbled over a detached head when I turned onto P Street. I could have sworn it was still alive.
When I bounded up the sunken steps leading into the first floor landing of my apartment my heart skipped a beat. The glass door was busted in. Looking into my landlord’s office I could see a group of people huddled atop a screaming mess. Fearful of their attention I avoided the crunch of glass and hopped upstairs to the apartment’s open door. Ben's door was closed and echoed with satisfied moaning. Drew's door was closed and silent. Our bathroom was splattered with blood and bits of flesh. As I turned to leave the lumbering figures that were once my roommates loomed in the doorway. It was horrible. It was sad. It was fucking necessary. Who knew their flesh would be so fragile? A broom handle shouldn't spear through two grown men with such ease...
I am on the roof of my house right now. Wireless still works, but my cell phone is broken and the laptop battery is soon to die. Come nightfall I'm climbing down to check on whatever friends I have left and then we're getting the hell out of this town.
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