A Very Zombie Christmas
Sam and his family had themselves boarded
inside their house thinking they were safe, little did they know that the virus
that turned normal everyday people into flesh eating monsters was in the water
supply now. One at a time they caught
the fever and turned into the very things they were hiding from.
Four months later it was cold outside, the
house wasn’t decorated and lit up and a beautiful tree wasn’t set up in their
living room in front of the main window for all to see like it usually would be
on Christmas Eve. Sam could communicate
with his family, his wife Christy, son Mikey, and well his daughter Cristina
was a little slower, she must have turned at a point when it left her
completely mindless like so many others.
If you were standing in the room with them
they would rush and eat you, ok so if you were a fly on the wall in a room with
them all you would hear is grunts and groans, moans and screams, but in their
rotting minds they could understand each other.
They spoke a lot slower than before dying, and messed up a lot of words
since most of their memories were slowly leaving and decaying away.
“We’re
starving,” Christy said to Sam, staring at him through her creamy white layer
covered eyes.
“I know, no more livies have been through here in a
while,” Sam said sounding aggravated.
“That couple was tasty,” Mikey said holding his stomach.
“I know!” Sam yelled turning away from his family. “Maybe I can go get some…” He paused
forgetting the right words to say.
“Get some dirty Milk that’s hot daddy?” Cristina said
with what would be a cute smile except for the fact that her lower lip was torn
off and her face and dress were completely covered in old, dried blood.
Sam looked down at Cristina and put his
rotting hand on her head rubbing her hair as a piece of her scalp fell off down
her shoulder. “You sure are special,” he
said with a smile. “I’ll be back, I’ll
get foods for us and we will have the best Christmas ever.
Sam made his way out the front door and
headed down the street, to where he had no idea, and as slow as he was walking
and stumbling around he wondered how he would be able to get food, and presents
and make it back before tomorrow.
Before he knew it he was two blocks away,
he seemed to miss time; it must be from
the decaying of the brain he thought, as he was thinking that he ran into a
store window face first. Normally it
would have hurt badly or even knocked him out, but he paid no mind to that, he
was staring through the window and thought he seen something move in the back
of the room.
“Food!” He screamed.
Sam could hear some of the others behind him asking if he said food, the
streets were filled with hundreds of other “Sick” people wondering around
aimlessly. “Food,” he screamed
again. Soon after the others began to
crowd around Sam, chanting the word food loudly.
Sam was pressed against the large store
window by all the others trying to see inside, not long after he could see the
glass beginning to crack, and that crack got larger and larger until chunks
started to fall away until Sam fell through and landed on his face inside the
store.
“An apology would be nice,” Sam said pulling himself up
off the floor, but all they were saying was the word food, over and over. Sam knew if he was going to get anything at
all for his family he needed to get to the front and fast.
They came to a big closed door, Sam and
some others were beating on it as hard as they could. He could smell the food inside, the smell of fresh
blood filled flesh, and he couldn’t stand it he needed to get inside this
room. The door started to crack and
break, through a small hole he peeked inside and could see three people huddled
in a corner, two women and a man. He
licked his dried up rotting lips and kept beating on the door.
Suddenly the door flew open and once again
Sam fell forward on his face, and it was a good thing because the man started
swinging a huge knife into the crowd and killed a couple of them, but there
were too many. Sam fought his way up and
grabbed one of the women.
“Don’t worry it will be over quick I promise,” Sam said
to the incoherent woman but all she heard were moans and groans.
Sam bit into her neck and the blood
sprayed out in a rush, it was like holding
a water hose toward your face he thought as the blood sprayed into his eyes
and all over his face. The others were
trying to take her from him but he fought to drag what he could away from them,
someone else had her head and someone else took part of her leg up to her knee,
Sam was upset because that was his favorite part.
Sam dragged the body down the street,
fighting off others when they tried to take her from him, and eventually he
made it home.
“I’m home,” he exclaimed as he dragged the body into the
front door behind him.
The family were excited as they seen the
feast that he had brought them, they put her on the table and they all sat in
the chairs at the table.
“Thank you for making this the best Christmas dinner we
ever had,” Christy said holding her husband’s rotting hand. The children thanked him for the dinner too.
“I think it’s a badger daddy,” little Cristina said
giggling. Knowing that she was slow Sam
just smiled at the girl and agreed.
The family sat at the table and ate their
Christmas dinner happily, it wasn’t long until all that was left was a pile of
bones, and they all sat with their stomachs bulging and full.
“I’m still hungry daddy,” Mikey said. Sam put his head down and sighed.
