27 August 2012
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life. In real life you can not save your progress, then later quit, only to restart where you left off, if you made the wrong decision. Its just a one time only thing. No rewinding, no backtracking, it's just you living with the consequences of your actions. The guilt does not leave you. It builds up and eats away at your mind until there is nothing left but regret and fear and emptiness. I thought I was alone in the world. I thought I was alone in my grief and misery. A fourteen your old kid found me and told me there was worse to life than living.
The street would have been desolate if it wasn't for the abandoned vehicles strewn randomly as were the bodies. Half eaten by the environment and it's inhabitants. Gutless, legless, rotting, maggot infested and dead. I put my foot down on the accelerator. Dodging the cars but aiming at the bodies. As the wheels rolled over whatever was left of their heads, a crack and pop could be heard each time. The sound of a skull collapsing and being thrown across the road behind me. I loved that noise. It gave me comfort knowing that one of those fuckers would never be able to get up again. Here I was speeding through a town centre in a Aston Martin DB8 without a care in the world. I was not a Lotto winner though, It only took the end of the world for me and this bad boy to finally get together. I checked the dashboard, fuel was running low. I was running on fumes. It was getting dark. Time to pull over and find somewhere to sleep. Somewhere to hide. I didn't know where the fuck I was. Somewhere in the north east of England. Hillbilly land. I could have been in Yorkshire for that matter. I didn't care, my location was not my highest priority. Besides, the dead on the streets all looked the same, like extras from Deliverance, but with eyes missing. A vacant stare if they had two.
Gnashes : Not A Zombie Story (ep1) • Opuss № I