A ZOMBIE'S TALE

the pain of memory

Running through the roads , the ash under my feet,I'm in a form so familiar ,so weird,so---lost.What was man ,fades fogotten.The sharpe smell of flesh is everywhere ,beckoning. The world is darkening in the falling sun.Strong musles move me forward ,moving so fast that the buildings around is a blur of motion.

The silverlight twinkling through the leaves of trees ,in ever-changing partterns of light and shadow flickers across my eyes.Twigs hidden in the ash snapping beneath my feet, as i chase the flesh's scent .The ash stinging my eyes a little as it's blown against them from the occasional gust of wind . Some rats run frantically away, scrurrying into sewers and their holes in the street,the smell of their fear is enticing scent in my nostrils. scared little rats. I'd love to chase them,but i'd like seek other prey today.My prey runs ahead ,beckoning.

Within the space of asingle heartbeat, the magic is brutally taken away by a great sense of wrongness that make the hair rise on my back.The crowes usaually sing their never-changing songs ,now take wings and fly out of the cables and off groud,disturbed.My heart skips a beat, feeling suddenly the unease all around.Then a sharp , loud noise almost loke the thunder clap after a close lightening strike ,quieter ,but painfulas its sound slaps harshly against the earsnontheless.My buddy jerks and twists in the middle-stride ! He falls to the ground loosely as though his body had gone full and deeply asleep in an instant.his blood sprays on that dusk 's flesh fallen ash . i approuch my buddy's side cautiously , frightened by the noise and confused by his reaction to it , seeing if perhaps i can help heim . For some reason , he seems to be holding his breath , for i no longer hear it . Has the noise deafened me ?

Again the noise! The same as before ,but this time , i'm the one that jerks and twists.It hurts ! My back is afire with pain !My lungs hurt, and as i draw each breath slowly , raggedly ,and with great pain in side of me and then release it , it make s a gurgling sound like water running over rocks in a stream and blood seeps out of my mouth . I try to stand , but my legs wont work. I cant even feel them . Did they fall asleep like my buddy

I crawl towards him with my hands leaving a trail of my life's blood as i go ,each movement sending such sharp pain through my body as i've never felt before . I crawl towards him , seeing his face appearing past his shoulder , lying in the ash in a crimson pool of his own blood , and i fell fear.His eyes are open and unblinking. They are staring out into nothing , unseeing , and empty of life . She passed into death that quickly.

I start to hear another sound . It's the another sound of ash crunch beneath a human 's feet, walking towards me from the downwind . Was the human the cause of this ?I turn my face towards the approaching human .The wind takes this moment toshift this way and i smell his scent along with the smells of oil, smoke , warm metal and flesh.i'm hungry .He carries a wooden and mental stick from which these smells seem to emanate from.

He sees me looking at him , he slows and stops , looking back at me . He bares his teeth at me , his lips curling upwards at the ends , and makes a lond , repetitious noise that hurts my ears, then he spits on my buddysome foul-smelling liquid like saliva mixed with some small , dark , strange smelling sour leaves. I realise now that he has done this to me and my buddy, but mourn sounds brittle and slight when it leaves me.

I realise that i am dying then and finish crawling to my buddy's side , not caring if this human stays or leaves .He raises his wooden and metal stick and points it's end at me , then he lokks down it's length with one eye at me while keepiing the other closed.

i look back into his eyes , with my body ravaged and dying , lying alongside my buddy's .Wishing with all the grief and rage , i feel in my heart to have a chance to avenge what he had done . He fires his weapon ,the noise defeaning in closeness . i feel the force of the impact in my head , a suddendarknes like night , void of stars or moon ,then nothing.

Nothing, until I awaken to a voice screaming , and relise it'smy own . The grief , the horror , still there , real as can be . I mourn the loss of a buddy i knew , bitter tears of sorrow that feel like sharp thorns on my face . i keep telling myself that it was only a dream ---wasnt it ? The answer is as real as the pain.