The stars were out so we opted out on the whole “finding shelter” deal, an all-nighter seems as though it was called for now. I can’t sleep when such beauty surrounds me either way; I guess it was fortunate I never really got a real girlfriend. I started seeing zombies again, and the frequency of the sightings was increasing as well. We were on the hiway toward Seattle, the skyline looked enchanting, if I tried really hard I could imagine it in its glory days. With every light shining and the smell of cigarettes filling my head, I’ve always loved the smell of cigarettes though I was never a smoker.
As I bashed in the skull of a particularly ugly zombie I thought of all the good times I’ve had in Seattle, oh wait, never mind. “Huuuuuu….” I let loose a malcontent sigh and took off my coat; I needed to feel the cold tonight. Everything had become heightened, the air felt crisp and it bit my throat. I stretched my hat down over my face; the wool tickled my eyes as I kept looking at the sky. Why had I survived this long? What right did I have to breathe this air when so many had ceased to long ago. What fair and loving god would kill so many of his children and then prance their corpses around like marionettes? And after all that why spare the suicidal ones? Maybe we’re just what remain of a cynical god who long ago got sick of his toys.
I opened my eyes again and took my hat off. We were within an hour of Seattle I could almost see the streets. My god. The streets were full to the brim with those undead bastards. I could barely see the street. “Do you see this?” I asked uncomfortably “Fraid so, that’s why I hired you two.” “What’s wrong, don’t think you’re up to it?” Chris mocked shortly after blotter spoke. A smile crept across my face “It’s a good day to die.” I put my coat back on as a sort of half-assed protection, along with my hat just in case I run into one who was hungry for brains. I grabbed my bass firmly by the neck as I smash in a zombie’s head; Chris followed my lead slicing heads here and there. It seems Blotter was quite partial to stabbing; he had a tendency to jump on whatever he was stabbing, like a cat, a strange weirdly psychotic hobo-cat.
We made a bloody, body-strewn path from building to building, trying to find a door that opens. Finally after about eleven buildings and roughly sixty-something zombies we found refuge in what seems to be an old law firm. I tried the lights, didn’t work unsurprisingly, we quickly blocked the door to the stairs and ascended a few stories. Our new friend had an electronic lamp thing, not really sure what it’s called…He placed it in the middle of the room and sat next to it. I joined him and got out a blanket which I wrapped around myself quickly, Chris sat down as well. We were in a city filled with zombies with very little chance of survival. I could hear the collective moans of thousands of zombies. I in no way felt safe, but weed made me sleepy, besides if they take me, they’ll take me in my sleep, relatively painless…Keep it wild Seattle.
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