Jim's Third Day

The others were so mindless. I could not imagine why I had not become like them. Not that it matters much. It had been three days and everything was overrun with zombies…if that’s what you’d call us.

I watched Chris—a guy I knew from highschool—tear a woman’s arm off and chew on it. She’d fainted from pain or who-knows-what. I see no sign of thought on Chris’ face. Blood pooled up around the woman on the street. Her husband ran away, speechless and horrified. Chris just kept tearing flesh with his teeth. I could not bring myself to do it: my stomach turned at the sight. Yet something inside me yearned to tear the living to pieces.

I hoped someone would find a way to stop them soon, or the entire town would be demolished and everyone killed or run out of the place. What then, I wondered. Will the others move on until they find more people to devour? When does this end? How does it end? I can’t remember how it began. Last thing I recalled was walking with my girlfriend, Jessica. I was eating her when I regained awareness. I don’t think that I was supposed to regain awareness. I wish I hadn’t.

Though the sky was dark but I knew it was still daytime. Everything was trashed. What the hell happened? Cars were smashed up and blocking the street, dead lie everywhere, buildings were on fire and zombies chased anything that gave off the scent of flesh.

I saw my cousin, Jeremy. He was running aimlessly and appeared confused like everyone else.

“Run, Jeremy!” I tried to call out. I heard my voice and it was muffled and garbled like I was missing part of my tongue. Jeremy was much faster than the zombies but as he ran he looked back and didn’t realize he was about to run into the arms of a waiting walking-dead. I had to help him somehow. I hobbled over to him as fast as I can. I heard him shriek with pain and I knew I was probably too late.

When I reached Jeremy, he was bleeding like mad but he was alive. I could see that he recognized me but he looked at me funny like he knew I wasn’t myself anymore. His face twisted for a moment. As I reached for the zombie that was trying to rip Jeremy’s head off I noticed that the back of my cousin’s head was missing. I look at his face again and my eyes meet a blank stare. This was the fifth person I cared about that I couldn’t save. I felt like I was going mad.

A reflection caught my eye. I focused on a large, shattered shop window. I ran toward it, planning to leap onto the large shard pointing skyward.

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