X Marks the Spot
“I think, therefore I am.” Five little words to explain human existence. It’s become my mantra as I meander down the empty road.
I am still flesh, blood, bone; still mind coherent; still…human.
Carol didn’t give me a chance to explain. But she will. I saw a man in the car with her before it sped off, which can only mean Mr. one-night-stand with the Victorian era house is real.
See, I remember. Humanity still exists in me.
When I get there, I’m not alone. Others like me—humans still—surround the house, all interested in the treasure hidden inside.
They’re chained to the wall—mere inches from each other—Grace and the woman I thought I saw him murder…
Except, they’re different. Pallid, rotten skin. Moaning incoherently…
“I thought I could use Grace to save the ones that don’t turn back in the day…” he says.
Is that what Mel has become? I wonder.
He points to the woman. “What you saw me stab her with was a serum.”
At the restaurant, she was beautiful—flushed cheeks, hair the color of sand, deep brown eyes—I was envious of her. “So it works!”
He shakes his head. “Only temporarily.”
Mel for only half a day? Can our friendship withstand it?
No time to wonder. There’s a clawing and ripping at wood. The drain of color from his face and eyes tells me what we both fear, and when the basement door is ripped open and flung to the bottom of the staircase, he slams the door to our tiny room and locks it.
But are we really safe? Confined in this tight space with two hungry zombies while an army beats tirelessly on the other side.
Hours from morning, and even then, only two of them will become human…
I hope you enjoyed! I left the ending open ended intentionally. Do they survive to the day? Interpret it how you will.