Midnight Forever: Zombies

What’s my name?

by Brandon Henry

 

I opened my eyes and only saw red at first.

‘Whose blood is this?’ I thought. Damn I’m cold.  My whole body is stiff.  I cannot get up!

‘Why do they tingle?’  I wondered.  I moved my head and saw someone else lying on top of me. I opened my mouth to say something to the figure, but all that came out was a gurgled sigh. What’s my name?

Slowly, I propped myself on my arms and sat upright. The person lying across my legs nearly trapping me was dead. He was laid on his back with his stomach open and was partially eaten away. The sight should have made my insides churn, instead I felt nothing. At all. Nothing but hunger. The smell of something putrid nearby drove me to push the corpse off me. Slowly, and stiffly I walked over to the door of the small shed. Outside, the sun was shining brightly enough to hurt my eyes, but even that faded away as an instinct took over. Hunger. Food. What is my name? Everyone has a name…

The houses, they’re all boarded up, abandoned.

‘Why?’ I thought. I opened my mouth, as if to ask the world a question, but only a retorted a sigh, ending in an animal growl.

‘What is wrong with me?’

I screamed inside my head. Something bumped into me from behind. A tall man in a suit stood next to me, the whole left side of his face burned away, burned down to black bone. I screamed, inside. A hiss came out of my mouth.

‘Where’s my beautiful voice?! What is wrong with me?!’

I looked in all directions, everyone and everything I saw was dead, and empty. A pair of children walked past me, still holding hands, their necks ripped open. Following close behind them, a woman in a pink robe, still gripping a mug saying, ‘#1 Mom’. Her head split open in one huge gash. Her lips ripped off of her face. I watched it all in horror. What is my name? Everyone has a name! What did people call me…

Smell. Hunger. Some noise, very close, smell. Slowly, I flowed with the mass of the corpses towards the sound. I’m losing myself, so hungry, smell……..food. Hungry.

‘Do I know this neighborhood? Did I live here? Did I have … people? A group? In a house? Dammit, what’s the word?’

Questions filled my head till I thought I’d burst. Kind of wish it had. What’s my… BOOM!

Everything was moving. I was being pushed, carried away. In my head I was screaming. Out of my mouth, I’m groaning. I was under my own power as the mass had spread out. I wanted to be alone. Slowly, I made my way up to an open door. I felt like knocking, not that there would have been anyone to answer. Inside was quiet and dry. Empty. Walking toward a table, I sat in a chair, trying to collect my thoughts.  I’m missing something. What is it? What did I forget? It was important, I was sure. What’s my name?

A sound came from above me. Upstairs.

‘Hungry.’

A voice boomed in my head. My body moved to the stairs, I’m barely in control. Moving up the stairs, I heard noises, rising and falling. Hunger. Walking down the hallway, the floor creaked. A door suddenly slams shut. I throw my body against it, scratching, clawing, biting, and pushing. I moan. I grunt. So HUNGRY! Suddenly, the door flew open, and the world turned white.

I woke up on the floor, my arms and legs missing. Hungry. Smell food. Hunger. A face appears in front of me. He’s crying. HUNGRY!

‘Shut Up!!’ I screamed inside. Again, I groan and moan. The man slowly puts something to my head.

‘What’s my name?’ I wonder.

“Goodbye, Erynn.”

He says.

‘Oh.’

Suddenly the world went black.

The End

 

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