(James)
This...this was...
There was no use for words. But massacre cut close to a small degree.
We had entered a clearing in the forest where body after body was laid out in a large ditch. All were children of various ages. From the small, pitiful forms of mere toddlers to those still in grade school, the bodies were splayed out in a long assembly line. It reminded me of a bowl of cereal, only the milk was blood and the cereal had instead become gray, decaying flesh.
At first sight, it had caused enough alarm to make Joyce scream out. Who wouldn't? And Josh had come bursting into the scene with his gun at the ready, only to nearly drop it in shock too.
This couldn't have been done by mindless undead. The bodies had been laid too neatly, with too much precision. And what disturbed me the most was that none of them had been attracted to all this flesh and blood. Instead, it seemed like they avoided it. Then I noticed something black floating amidst all the blood. It looked familiar. Where had I seen it before?
A single limb stirred.
It was a small movement, but enough to give us all the warning in the world.
"GET BACK!" We must have leaped at least 10 feet into the air before giving a safe distance between us and the ditch.
More spasmodic movements were visible now as several more limbs twitched; an arm, a leg, a few heads.
Then one of them got up, a young girl of about five, only to fall back, unable to handle her weight.
More and more were starting to heave themselves into a sitting position or pushing themselves upright with their arms. Some had no arms and some had no legs to begin with so all they could do was simply lay there.
But if there was one thing that all of them held in common, it was hunger.
A head turned towards us and a ear-splitting screech filled the air. And suddenly, every single one of the children, now undead, were throwing their heads back and wailing.
It was time to move on again.
Wordlessly, knowing that right now, these children were about as harmless as they could get, we walked around the ditch, out of range of a few small reaching hands. Then we left the consistent wailing behind us, the forest swallowing us whole. We had also left behind a part of our sanity too.
 shoyou100 · Fri Sep 05, 2008 @ 01:04pm · 0 Comments |
