Walkers

-yawn-
I sat up on the old fold out futon I had been dozing off on. My eyes opened reluctantly and painfully. I had fallen asleep with my contacts on again. I got up and slowly, sauntered into the tiny apartment bathroom, I looked into the mirror at my tired eyes as I plucked each contact out and placed them into the overnight case.

My husband was still awake in the living room.
"baby...?
You going to bed?"

"yea, I'm tired" I mumbled

"is it ok if I watch walking dead real low?" he asked

I called out, already in bed "yea, go ahead"

"ok. I'll be in there in a bit."
He said as I fell into a deeper sleep.

Darkness surrounded me. A musky dirt smell filled the air as I struggled to sit upright. I could feel the various notches and splinters in the wood below me. Silence.
I had to be quiet.
I found a small break in the cupboard door that let what light there was outside, invade my hiding place.
"can he see me? Can he smell me...?" I wonder to myself. My back was pressed as far against the inside of the cupboard as I could get. My feet wedged between the pipes. I was hiding from them. I had to. I knew that my life depended on how well I could keep hidden in this tiny place. I could feel my fear rising inside my throat, my anxiety pushing sweat from my glands that I knew they would smell. My nerves where burning wildfires with no hope of extinguish, but quiet I remained. Quiet in my cupboard.

They all seemed to have passed. I stayed for a couple minutes longer just to make sure. I slowly pushed the cupboard door open allowing me to peek around my own house like a child playing hide and seek. This wasn't a child's game now. This was survival. I cautiously crawled out of my tiny bunker and braced myself for anymore walkers that may have stayed behind. They were migrating. One apartment to the next. We were all trapped in our houses and the walkers were just grazing cattle coming to feed on our scared, defenseless bodies.

I ran quietly through the small kitchen, the hallway and then the bedroom. I was looking for anything I could use as a ranged weapon against them.

I searched my unfamiliar room.
Just weeks before I had slept in this bed. Snuggled up next to my loving husband with my stuffed giraffe.
I found it there on the bed. Bloody and ripped, stuffing popping through its tattered seams. I threw a blanket over the stuffed giraffe as I felt the sting of tears roll down my face. A visual reminder of what I lost.

As I searched the room I found an old aluminum baseball bat and a bottle of water. There was nothing useful left for me to take so I left the room and shut the door. I traveled to the living room and went to open the front door when I heard a growl. It was low and soft. I knew that it smelled me. I knew that it heard me but it didn't make any sudden movements. It must have been a straggler or for some reason decided to stay here in front of MY door.

I tried to unlock the door as quietly as possible and hold my weight against the door to keep the walker from falling in. It was a very bad spot to be in. Trapped in my own house.

I looked through the peep hole on the door but nothing I could have done would prepare me for what I saw on the other side. My husband. It had been exactly 2 weeks since we were last together. I saw him here, now in front of me with our door separating us. All I wanted to do was go be with him. He was wearing a ripped shirt that said Santa Cruz with a tiny car on it. I remembered that it was my favorite shirt of his because it remind me of the beach and happiness.
I wanted nothing more than to open that door and fall into his arms and tell him all the scary things I had seen and for him to tell me it would be ok. All I wanted was for him to protect me from my fears again.

Before I could even form a sane thought. A simple "do not open that door" thought, I saw my hands turn the knob on the door as if they had a mind of their own.

There, standing in my doorway was my husband. And for a moment I saw him for who he once was and not the monster he'd become. I stretched my arm out to gently touch his face. For that brief moment I had him back. My love. My partner. My everything. He laid his cheek against the palm of my hand. He felt so human, like he had never turned. He was so careful not to knock me over with his pure strength. He was nothing like a walker.

I placed my arms around his neck and hugged him. I looked into his eyes that once were brown but now were a cloudy grey. He sighed and somehow I knew in just that minuscule noise he told me everything. I closed my eyes and just when they shut I felt a sharp pain followed by pressure. I touched my neck. Blood ran down from my fingers an dripped off my elbow. I fell deeper into his bite and then, there was no more.

*this dream actually had me wake up crying and afraid of my husband XD
Had to write it! Hope it doesn't suck too bad.