there's no such thing as a zombie apocalypse

there's no such thing as a zombie apocalypse

"take off your boots and come to bed," she said
but he remained seated at the window
sharpening his knives and every now and then
looking up to stare out into the blackness surrounding the cabin

'we don't need a gun," she'd tell him
"and why all those blades?"
she liked how his boots looked
ordered on ebay from japan
thick soled black leather
with quilting and straps all up the leg
sometimes they made her wet
but she didn't think they were necessary
as more than a fashion statement
just as she thought his survivalist beliefs had gone too far
filling the basement with that many cases of water and cans of beans

"i'll tell you a story," she pleaded "about the way it was"
but he shook his head
and continued to work on his blade
his eyes that sharp, too
and even darker than the night

she fell asleep finally without him
and when she woke and reached for him
as she always did
he was not there

she got up and went to the window
in her t-shirt and underwear
goosebumps rising on her legs

pressed her face to the glass
thinking she might see his torch burning in the yard
where sometimes he went late
to improve his moves
or just to watch

he was not there

and then she saw them

rising over the hillside like trees that had been uprooted
staggering as if they had ripped up roots instead of rotting feet
arms flailing like dead branches
and the sewer smell that always accompanied them

she called his name but no sound came out
she felt as if impaled
standing there unable to...

and then she saw him
leaping forward out of the shadows shining his torch in their eyes
wearing his boots
a sword in his other hand

she didn't take her eyes off of him
reached behind to find the boots he'd bought her too
thick black monster stompers
they had laughed about it once
dressed alike as if for rock and roll or combat
sippping miso soup and eating clams at the little japanese restaurant that no longer existed

that was when you could go to see a movie
make love without listening for sounds in the yard
wear boots for fashion's sake
alone
that was when pacifism was an option
but now in the drawer behind her
her hand fumbled resolutely
for the gun

Comments

  • Anonymous Thursday, 19 May 2011

    apparently the government does not agree... http:...

    apparently the government does not agree...http://emergency.cdc.gov/socialmedia/zombies_blog.asp

  • Ellie Di Monday, 14 February 2011

    Beautiful work, as always. Even in the face of a ...

    Beautiful work, as always. Even in the face of a zombie horde. Off to read the other instalments now, thinking about my own survivalist husband.

  • The Beauty Queen From Mars Wednesday, 09 February 2011

    Love this!

    Love this!

  • R.H. Tyrrel Tuesday, 08 February 2011

    I'm usually terrified of everything Zombie, bu...

    I'm usually terrified of everything Zombie, but this was so picturesque it made me want to weep.

  • Anonymous Tuesday, 08 February 2011

    i love this. this is springing from somewhere dark...

    i love this. this is springing from somewhere darker...

  • Jennelle Tuesday, 08 February 2011

    This is really amazing! Very dark imagery...I love...

    This is really amazing! Very dark imagery...I love it!

  • ben a Tuesday, 08 February 2011

    I love it too.

    I love it too.

  • l. Tuesday, 08 February 2011

    wow. I love this. I've been working on a post...

    wow. I love this. I've been working on a post-apocalyptic story for some time now, except involving a different sort of undead.I really like this - especially the ending...so powerful.

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