Inevitability

Dated November 10th, 2003. I can't seem find a way to explain this but I'll try. There are these things outside that possess others and use them as hosts whenever they least expect it. I'm not exactly sure when this all started but I know it couldn't have been but just a few months ago. They seem to resemble unnatural demons or something from another world but I know what they are. They're my friends, family, and loved ones. They take form anything imaginable that can walk and kill.

I first encountered one on the subway on my way home one day. It was seeming to be just another day when we went through a tunnel and the lights flickered on and off. Finally they went off and stayed that way. It was too quiet for being on a train full of people eager to get home but I didn't mind it. For now at least.

No light seemed to come from anywhere and I could tell people were becoming worried but the ride was almost half over. That was until I heard the most unspeakable and God aweful screech from the other end of the cart. It continued for about a minute or two then was followed by loud thumps against the train doors and, if I'm not mistaken, clawing like that of talson against metal.

At once everyone stood up and screamed, trying to exit to the next cart and get away from this thing. I didn't leave though. I wanted to see what this monster was and held my ground after I stood. We would be into the next station in a few moments but maybe I won't last that long. Footsteps started towards me, slow and steady, and very heavy I recall. They almost sounded like wet feet but that was perposterous.

I backed against the door of the cart leading to the next and waited. I was going to see this thing even if I died doing so! In an instant light flooded through the windows like it was being filled with hope. Only no hope laid ahead. Only that of a dismembered body of a man and one big black creature standing right in front of me. It's breath was repulsive and it's eyes were a demon yellow. It had long claws, one for each finger and teeth. Oh God, the teeth. They were long and sharp like nothing I've seen before! They were stained a dull yellow and took up almost half of this creature's face. It's black body was slimely looking and buff. It could easily take the toughest man and tear him apart with ease.

I only stood there hoping that something would happen. Maybe he could go away or if it was necessary, kill me. I just didn't want to see this thing anymore! Finally the train stopped and the doors opened which distracted the creature long enough for me to make my escape. I turned around and pulled the cart doors open behind me. They never opened when the train stopped. I dove out from between the two carts and ran as fast as I could past people and up the stairs just wanting to get as far away from It as I could.

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Two days later there was a mass murder in the city for four blocks. More than twenty families were killed. No traces were found to lead the police to any possible killer. The victims were slaughtered randomly and each one was missing his or her brain. The emergency stations were on full alert until they were to find this murderer. I only knew what could possibly do this but nobody would believe me. They would find out soon enough and then I would try to leave. The roads to and from the city were also blocked off to prevent any leak of this villian.

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Weeks went by and more bodies were found but still no possible clues. Random reports came in from people all over the city saying they saw "something" in the streets or on a roof near the house or building that had a murder. They were quickly silenced as the authorities told the people that there was nothing to fear and maybe it was just shadows.

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A month later more victims were found but this time witnesses to the crime were found but they seemed traumatized. They couldn't say what the police wanted and only kept repeating, "It wasn't human." All of them were treated and sent to the mental asylum.

I'm a cop of my word and I agree those people needed to be in a safe place but I also admit they weren't crazy. All of them had a clean record when I checked and not a one had even had a ticket for speeding. My boss, Mr. Goldbrum, said that they were looney and needed to be put away. I had to agree with him because if I said what I had saw a month earlier, he would've had me sent there as well. I don't know why, to this day, I didn't use my Colt I had with me when I was on the subway. Fear does a lot to you when you seemed to be up against the wall. Guess I just forgot about it. I wouldn't forget about anymore. I kept it unlatched in my holster every since that day on the train.

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The very next day, everyone got reports in on what appeared to be zombies. The living dead or undead. Countless reports came in claiming that the person saw a man staggering down the streets and not long after, reports of bodies being found with bitten chunks taken out were also filed in. I was afraid to leave work but I had to. I had been getting around by foot and usually a couple cabs but it was betetr than taking the subway again.

I grabbed my black velvet trenchcoat and headed out the door. I kept my hat on at all times unless I was going to bed, which now rarely happens. Jenkins, a rookie, gave me a ride to crime scene. He was a good fellow and deserved better than that of what the station gave. The house was old and looked like it hadn't been painted in dozens of years. It was on the outskirts of the city and reminded me of an old horror movie I saw when I was a kid. The place was just so desolate it seemed to be watching you. The whole thing gave me the creeps but I had a job to do and food to pay for.

The climate outside seemed colder than what it should be. I shivered some and walked up to the front door. The barricade tape was just now starting to be put up. As I walked in a rotten odor wafted in the air and hung like thick spider webs. It was like not being able to breath but somehow worse. I made my way quickly to the living room where two bodies were found. The smell was so strong and something didn't seem right with it. I straffed around to get a view of the victim's heads. Both still had their brains but I felt for sure it was that demon thing going around and raising the dead or whatever the hell he does. He's the only one that could've made such a thing happen. I don't even know how it all started with that thing but it somehow made it here into the real world.

I reached into my pocket in grabbed my hankerchief then quickly put it to my nose and mouth as a filter from the horrible odor. The rotting flesh was decomposing faster than normal and especially in the winter. I had to get away and out of this house. Everything was becoming a jumble and I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I need fresh air. As soon as I stumbled outside I hunched over to the side and failed to not vomit. It was too much. Everything was happening too fast and not enough time. I tried inhaling but got stopped short and released my food once more. The stentch of barf was far more pleasant than the rotting bodies but still not good.

I slowly started cleaning myself up and wiping my mouth as I regained my posture. It was but about thirty, maybe twenty, seconds after that I heard gunshots. Every policeman that heard it drew their guns and hauled ass to the house. I had no choice but to go back in so I did. With my pistol ready, I busted inside and went right back to where I had previously been. Only now stood one cop with his weapon drawn and trained on the lifeless bodies. The other man was sitting down and holding his leg which seemed to be wounded pretty bad on account of the blood pouring and seeping from between his fingers. The light smell of gun powder hinted that the shot was fired in the room if the smoke from the man's gun wasn't enough proof.

"What in blazes happened here?!" I demanded. He slowly lowered his gun and sighed, long and heavy. I didn't notice until now that one of the bodies looked like it had been moved. It also seemed that blood was formed behind the head of that one. I stepped closer and saw a clean bullet hole right dead center in the forehead. No blood was dripping but that was common sense, it had to be coagulated by now. "Th-that thing...it bit Rick!" he stammered. He dropped his gun and lowered himself to the floor holding his face in his hands, crying. I never have seen a grown man cry in a long time and let me tell you, whatever he says, believe it.

"How could it have bitten Rick? It's dead!" I tried to proclaim but he shook his head and pointed at it. "No it isn't! At least it wasn't...it grabbed his ankle and bit his leg! Ask him!!" He was going into hysteria and I had to calm him down. Suddenly the taste of vomit in my mouth came back. I was so wrapped up in what happened I forgot that I didn't spit after I puked. It didn't matter now though. I stepped over to the bodies once more and took a closer look. This couldn't be a prank. There was fresh blood on the chin of the one with the bullet in his head. I didn't notice it before, and also, there seemed to be bits of flesh between what teeth it had.

I couldn't stand something like this to happen again. I aimed my pistol at the other's head and fired. The report from it was deafening in the small house. The body twitched slightly from the force of the bullet but that was it. Everyone was looking at me now as if I was crazy. I looked back at Rick who was now being attended after the momentary distraction and saw something that disturbed me. His wound didn't bother me but his blood did. His blood was darker than red. It looked like it was...black. I needed sleep, maybe this whole thing is just one big dream. I told Jenkins to drive me home and, like a good cop, he did. He wished me luck and told me good night but he never mentioned me shooting the other body. Perhaps he knew more than I assumed.

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That night I had an aweful dream. It seemed so real though. I could taste in it, smell in it, even feel pain. I was being chased by that nightmarish creature from the train and got caught only footsteps away from safety, which was outside the city. It tore me limb from limb then tried to speak to me but I couldn't understand it. The hiss in it's voice was enough to give me chills.

I woke up immediately afterwards and turned on my lamp on the nightstand. I was sweating but also freezing. Blankets and covers were too little now. I felt like I was in a freezer and the thermostat broke. I took a look out my window which was just next to me and found the rain to be quite pleasant. It was soothing and distant thunder in the farther lands eased me back to sleep. I couldn't help but wonder if my dream would become a reality or not. Guess fate has a strange way of working.

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Weeks after, thousands of people were dying and all of them were by one thing or another. Most were eaten and the rest were decapitated now instead of just their brains missing. Rick was dead. Strange infection took over his body and stopped his heart completely by clogging his arteries. The funeral was a normal routine in the police business. Everyone attends it and nobody asks questions. It's still unkown what kind of disease or infection he came down with but whatever it was it started from his leg.

Now the city was under constant watch. Cannibals and stalkers were causing mass murders. At least that's what the station said. I was at my desk when our boss came by me and wanted me to investigate this corporate building which was now abandoned since the mass murders. I didn't have a say in it so I packed up and headed out with Jenkins.

We were both quiet on the way there and didn't want to say anything about the deaths. There was really nothing else we could talk about though. Or was there? "Jenkins?" I asked. He looked at me for a second then back at the road and nodded with a slight "Hm?" in response. "I'm gonna tell you something and I don't want you telling anybody else!" He stayed silent a moment longer then agreed. I told him everything about the subway and what I think is going on here. I told him how I think that one demon is behind all of these killings and maybe he eats the brains of his victims for food and infects others into the living dead to be his own minions. For some reason, Jenkins never did laugh or even smile while I was explaining this like I thought he would. Most people would've busted out laughing but Jenkins was more honorable than them.

After I finished explaining myself he stayed silent and parked the car outside the front doors of the building. From the looks of it, everything still seemed to be here but maybe that's what they wanted. We were supposed to come in and investigate reoccuring reports of these cannibals rummaging through here. Jenkins sighed and pulled out the keys then stuffed them in his pocket. "Listen...I don't know if you're right or wrong about this but when Rick got bitten it made me a little more alert for anything that could happen." I looked at him and waited for him to continue. "Well, the other night I found one of these so called "cannibals" and fired a few warning shots at him. I didn't mean for it to attract him but he turned around and started staggering towards me. I thought he was wounded so I didn't bother firing again or maybe he was just drunk. All I knew is that he was one of those things after a truck came by and the light showed me what he really was. He was dead! He couldn't have been walking around! I saw his brains for Christ's sake! He was the cannibal I knew from being the closest to the crime scene. I fired a few rounds into his chest but he didn't fall or even seem to stop! I took time and aimed at his brain then fired once more and that put him down for good. His skull was almost completely exposed and now his brain was mush. I didn't tell anybody and just left the body near where I found it."

I was astonished by Jenkins' find and wanted to know more. "Where did you find it?" I asked. He took a long breath and exhaled then told me, "I found it only ten feet from the cemetery gate. I didn't stay cause I thought I was either going to be seen killing a someone who was already supposed to be dead or maybe there were more after him." I nodded and opened the door of the police cruiser. "Well, if nobody else, I believe you, Jenkins," I told him and with that, I got out of the car and shut the door.

It was raining outside again and seemed very cold. I could see my breath in the air and knew it was a little early for being this cold in the winter. Jenkins got out of the car and locked it then followed me up to the front doors which automatically slid open. At least this place still had electricity going. The front desk was unusually eerie. It looked like everyone had just stopped what they were doing and left. I walked down the hall and looked down others trying to find the elevators. Jenkins kept behind me with his squeaky sneakers. Finally, we both came to the elevators and waited after we pushed the button for service. Seconds came and went then finally the doors opened with a light 'ding' coming from the elevator itself. I pushed the middle floor which was twenty two. Jenkins hit the basement.

After I got off, Jenkins gave me a thumbs up and smiled slightly. I could tell he was frightened but he wanted to prove that he wasn't just a normal rookie. The doors closed and I heard the elevator descend the building until I couldn't hear it anymore. I turned around and shuddered slightly at how vacant this place sounded and felt. Desks were normal, some in disarray, which was still normal in moral standards. People are sometimes messy no matter what and it showed by their desks. Some were spotless and others had coffe rings and unsorted papers on their desks. I walked down one row and found something that caught my eye. It was this journal that I'm writing in this very moment. It hadn't been used at all and looked perfect for keeping some sort of notes. I haven't decided to buy one because I always fail to see why they cost from five to eight dollars. I tucked away inside my coat and looked around the desk some more incase I might find something else of use.

Something caught my ear. It was a light noise, I wasn't sure what it was exactly so I couldn't make any judgments on it. I waited silently and very still to hear it again. Silence lasted for a while where seconds stretched to minutes and finally it happened again. A low moan, almost a gurgle of sort. I lifted my eyes from the desk and scanned the room I was in. Nothing. It must be in the other room or near the elevator, I couldn't tell which way it came from though. I stood up straight and slowly walked back towards the elevators. As I was going I caught a glimps a man lurching his way across the door in the other room.

I halted and turned around then headed for the other room. If there was still somebody here I could ask them a few questions. I stopped at the doorway and looked into the other room which was filled with mroe desks and papers and computers. The man was nowhere in sight. I could've sworn I saw somebody. I did. He was now in the corner of the room slowly making his way around a cubicle. The lights were still on in every floor but I couldn't get a good look at the man. I headed closer to him calling to him but he paid me no attention. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my badge then told him to stop. Still nothing. Did he even hear me? I was about to call again as I grabbed his arm but stopped myself and gasped at how discusting his arm was. I was peeling skin and wrinkled to the bone with almost no muscle. Bits of his skin were dangling from the elbow and forearm exposing his bone but that didn't seem to stop him. Nothing did until my presence was made clear to him.

He turned around in a quick motion, surprising me, and exposing his face to me which was more hideous than his arms. His face was rotted and cracked all over. He was missing one eye and the socket was dried up. His skull could be seen in places all over his head and bits and chunks of his hair were either ripped out or fell out. The jaw was completely exposed to the bone and left only crusted remains on it. It was attached to his head simply by the tendons fasned to his face which were also rotting. His throat was half gone and showed both his trachea and eusaphagus which were just crusted over. Again he moaned and raised his arms, grabbing me by the shoulders. I quickly dropped my badge and reached for my gun. He was leaning in to me and let his jaw drop to take in more when and if he bit me. I finally grabbed my pistol and swung my arm out hitting the decaying man across his face.

His jaw was now just hanging in two pieces and more of his skull was exposed but cracked. My coat arm had bits of rotting flesh on it and I quickly wiped it off then aimed my gun at the center of mass and fired four shots. Each one hit their mark and exited the host then found their way into the wall behind him. He didn't seem to notice and looked to be hungrier. I recalled what Jenkins said about shooting the one in the head and aimed carefully then squeezed the trigger. In a flash, the back of the man's head exploded throwing brain tissue and skull fragments everywhere. Only clots of blood were lost but then again, I expected at least that must. The body crumbled to the floor and stayed there. The back of the man's head was now empty with a hole the size of a child's fist.

I breathed heavily and tried to think of how this could be but then again, I knew already. I just didn't want to accept it. Jenkins wouldn't be here. There's no way he could hear gunshots twenty three floors up. I quickly spun around and headed back to the elevators. I needed to get to Jenkins in the basement before one of those things, those zombies, got to him. I ran to the doors and started repeatedly clicking the button to bring it up. My gun suddenly felt heavier in my hands but that was just a side effect of being so nervous. Nothing to worry about. Jenkins was definately something, or rather someone, to worry about.

Finally the elevator opened with it's annoying sound and I leaped inside quickly taking a check in my surroundings to be sure none of those bastards were coming for me. Clear. I hit the B1 button and waited as best as I could while the elevator closed and lowered itself slowly. The lights for each floor were going down by one every five seconds or so. It just seemed so slow and it felt too late. Ten floors left. Would I make it? What if I didn't? Would they be waitng for me?

The basement floor dinged and the doors slowly opened finally. I held my pistol with both hands and waited in the elevator for a moment then stepped out and aimed in all directions. If something was waiting for me, I wasn't going to let it get to me without a fight. Nothing moved or made a sound. That was until the elevator decided to close back up. Suddenly everything seemed dark. I wasn't sure if I should call out Jenkins' name but it didn't hurt.

I called to him twice and waited in silence for a reply. The smell of gasoline and oil were mixed in the air but it didn't make sense. There wasn't a machine on this level yet except for the air conditioner and heating unit. Why would there be these chemicals here on this floor? Unless someone wanted to burn the building down all the way there was no reaosn for it. You couldn't even start a fire down here if you tried. The walls, floor, and cieling were all concrete. Fire wouldn't stay long.

There was still no word from Jenkins so I walked further into the basement and the farther I got, the more concerned I got about that smell. It got stronger the deeper I went. When I came to a steel door I waited and checked it. It was cracked open slightly which means jenkins could be in there. I slowly opened it more and cringed at the loud scraping from the hinges. In the other room stood Jenkins with his back turned towards me and staring at the floor at one of those zombie men. He turned back and looked at me then seemed to sigh in relief. "Almost turned around and shot you, you know?" he said. I chuckled some to relieve myself of the tension and walked up beside him. The body was doused in gasoline and a can of oil was tipped over on the creature's back. The fumes were noxious but they didn't seem to bother Jenkins at all.

"You're not going to light, are you?" I asked, curious and cautious at the same time. He didn't answer me with words, only by a light nod. He pulled his lighter out of his jeans pocket and flipped the metal cover up on it. I could tell he was going to do it just from the look in his eyes. "On the count of three, run," he said and lit the miniature torch. "One..." He leaned in closer to the body. This whole room would explode if he got any closer! I turned and ran out the door, down the other room, and started calling for the elevator immediately. I'm not going to die from some idiot rookie! He may not like these things but trying to blow himself up with one in a room was just plain stupid!

When the doors opened, I ran inside and repeatedly clicked the first floor. It was too late though. A thundering noise came from across the room and out ran Jenkins being trailed by a huge fire. The whole place shook a bit but not much. He leaped into the elevator just as the doors were closing and slammed against the wall. He didn't smell good but then again I probably didn't either after being in there. Jenkins slowed his breathing and looked up at me from the floor. "I lost my favorite lighter...," he finally said and smiled. I smiled too and helped him up to his feet.

As we got out of the elevator I holstered my pistol and told him what had happened and also told him not to do anything foolish like that again. He agreed and unlocked the car once we got outside. The boss wouldn't believe this story but he had to. We risked our lives in there and he just had to! I looked at my watch to see what time it was and noticed that an hour and a half had past since we left the station. I needed to hurry and sign out so I could get some sleep at home. "Oh God...look!" Jenkins pointed out towards the west and I followed his finger to the flames and burning buildings he was indicating to. There were at least four or five sky scrapers in flames and giving off a huge smoke signal to the world. Something had happened and it must've been bad for there to be this big of a fire started. I dove into the cruiser and buckled my seatbelt as Jenkins started it up and switched to drive.

The flames could be seen anywhere in the city. I switched the sirens on and flicked on the lights as well while Jenkins took the road directly to the chaos. Something was different though. Something very out of place. There were barely any cars on the road, if at all, any. I turned both, the siren and lights, off as we got closer to the destruction. Jenkins didn't say a word. He noticed the emptiness too. We were almost there and could already start feeling the heat from the buildings.

As we exited off one road a car came out of nowhere from our blind side and almost swiped us, swerving all over the road. Tires screeched and from what I saw, the car couldn't control itself and tipped over, rolling a few times to a stop. Jenkins stopped the car and looked behind him as we both waited. No one got out. Whoever was in there didn't move at all now. They were dead. Blood was starting to drip out of the open window and that was enough proof. Jenkins sighed and turned back around then continued on our way to the burning buildings.

When we finally got there, a fireman ushered us to the other side of the street and a block away from the blazing flames. I reached for my badge and stopped. I dropped it back in the deserted building and forgot to pick it back up. Jenkins had his but he must have wanted to stay clear of the place. The firemen tried to put out the flames but failed miserably. There was too much to put out and anyone inside was already dead. I sighed and stared at the street blankly trying to think of what could've happened when harsh screams came from a block away.

I looked up to see people actually stammering out of the building in flames and then lurching to the nearest person. A fireman tried to put a blanket on one then screamed as the man bit his neck making fresh blood gush from the man's jugular. The fireman held his neck and screamed as the flaming person crawled on top fo them and started biting more off. Other firemen were having the same problem with the people just walking out of the building.

Jenkins was watching wide eyes and taking steps back. As a looked closer I saw that these flaming people were actually zombies also. This whole city is infected! Some had thier faces melted so bad they couldn't breathe if they were alive. Others had no face at all and just a black skull. Most of them were almost normal looking except for a few scars and fresh wounds all over them. I watched helplessly as groups of them piled onto one or two people and tried devouring every bit they could. Jenkins raised his pistol and fired a few rounds off pegging two of them in the chest. He sighed and reaimed then fired once more, killing a fireman that just got bitten. "What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed at him. He looked at me and for the first time I thougth he was going to cry but he shed no tears and said simply, "It's best to end their agony then let them live through most of that!"

I had to agree with him. It was for the better but what if they came back to life? I watched him shoot two more firemen down with perfects shots into their heads. That's right, shooting htme in the head means they can't come back. I was about to unholster my pistol when a gagging moan came from behind me and two thin arms braced my torso. I screamed and tried to shake it off but it wouldn't budge and finally a shot ended it all.

I looked behind me as the body fell to the ground, once again, lifeless. "Why didn't you kill me?" I asked. "You weren't bitten. I only save those in pain by giving them release. I don't think a shot to you would do me much good since you're the third oldest in the force." I grinned and shook my head, "Don't call me old yet, boy." Jenkins laughed lightly then slowly let his face go back to a worried look. I knew what he was thinking. If the police station was infected with this...thing then all hope's gone.

I looked at him and nodded as we both ran for the car. The city was now swarming in the living dead and only I knew the way to stop it all. That demon. He's the one behind everything in here. I unholstered my pistol once more and clicked the safety off as I got into the police cruiser. Neither of us bothered to buckle up. Jenkins spun the car around and headed back for the police station which was only about five or six minutes from here. "Take the wheel for a second, would ya?" I nodded and reached over to keep the car on a steady track. Jenkins unloaded his gun and stared at it for a moment then loaded the clip back in and grabbed the wheel, once more in control. "I have four bullets left. We need to get as much ammo from the weapons rack as possible!" I didn't say a word for I knew we needed as much ammunition as possible to stop these things.

I had about seven or eight bullets left but I still needed more. On our right was a cafe that was now being rampaged by the undead and pillaged through. Then there was a news stand with papers and comics all over the place. blood was also stained on the sidewalk near it. Around three minutes left to the station. We never had a CB radio in any of the cruisers because the opportunity never showed itself until now. It was easy to find crimes and criminals before all this. Now though, we needed to know if someone was still alive somewhere. The station was now just ahead. I locked the hammer back on my pistol and prayed that the building was still there in one piece.

The car stopped and I looked up from my lap at the law enforcement building. It was standing but barely. I climbed out of the car and headed inside the station. Jenkins followed behind me and checked around the corners. The whole place was empty and all the windows were shattered. Tables were turned upsidedown and papers were all over the place. We both wasted no time to stare at the onslaught and headed right into the weapons locker room.

Everything, from ammo to the big guns, was locked. Jenkins shot off a few of them then grabbed a box of ammunition and started to reload his weapon. I followed his example and then blew off a few more locks for some more weapons. The only other weapon I really wanted was the SPAS shotgun. I used it in my earlier years and still knew how to. It was loaded and ready to my surprise. Jenkins took two machine guns. I couldn't distinguish what they were but they looked powerful enough. Both of us took some weapon straps and locked them onto our guns then carried them over our shoulders form there. I grabbed an extra box of shotgun and 9mm ammo just to be sure then headed back out of the station.

Jenkins watched our back and I kept an eye for anything that might be in front of us and trying to hide. Nothing attacked us or even walked in our direction. Zombies from across the street were interested in the places screams were being cried out. We were clear. I tossed both boxes of ammo in the back seat and hopped in the front as Jenkins took driver yet again. The car was still going form when we parked. he must've left the keys in the ignition for future purposes like this.

It a took a minute for me to notice that we weren't going anywhere. "Why aren't we moving?" I asked. Jenkins looked at me and out his window, "Where would we go?" Good point. There really was nowhere to go anymore. "If we can make it outside the city, we could tell people in person what's going on here and they won't think it's a prank call," I insisted. He thought about it for a second then nodded, "OK."

He took no time in driving back out of the parking spot then throwing the gear into drive and heading towards the nearest roadblock to the city's outskirts. It was smooth sailing for now. If those zombies were going to get in our way they'd be roadkill in no time. jenkins was hitting about eighty or ninety miles per hour. I decided to take a little rest from all the exhaustion today and leaned back in my seat then lowered my hat over my eyes.

I'm not sure how long it'd been since I put the hat over my face but it wasn't long enough. I loud thump and the car started swerving from left to right and back again, alternating repeatedly. I lifted my hat up and dropped it to the floor from what I saw standing on our hood. It was that damn demon from the subway. It must've remembered me from the look in it's eyes. It almost seemed glad to run into us. Jenkins was stiff in his seat with his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. Suddenly I heard that horrible screech again. The monster lighted it's head and waved it back and forth screaming out to either something or nothing. And God did I wish it was nothing.

In an instant it swiped it's long arm across the roof of the car tearing it apart. The other arm came the opposite way and crashed through the window, throwing shards of glass into both of our faces. We were both momentarily blind and that's all it took. We hit something. Hard. I flew out of my seat and onto the hood where the creature just was a moment ago while Jenkins collided with the steering wheel against his chest. I slowly pushed myself up and opened my eyes to see a streetlight just a foot away from my head. I looked back and saw Jenkins hunched over the wheel with a thin line blood from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't be dead! I can't be alone, not now!

Suddenly it donned on me that the creature was nowhere in sight. I rolled myself off the hood of the car and landed right onto the hard concrete. My guns, where were they? I found my pistol only a couple feet away from the car but my shotgun was wedged between the floor and seat. The door was jammed too. I grabbed the handle and yanked as hard as I could. Nothing. Again I tried and was rewarded with a light budge. I tried once more and pulled the door open completely as I fell on my ass. Jenkins still didn't move. I grabbed the gun and tugged on it, slowly pulling it out from it's trap. When I finally got it free, I checked Jenkins' vitals. They were still there and had a steady beat. That much was good. I slung the shotgun over my shoulder which now ached miserably.

The roadblock was only about twenty yards away! We were almost home free! I quickly grabbed Jenkins' door and tugged on it like I had my own. I finally freed it and carefully pulled his body out. I wasn't sure if it was safe or not but I went ahead and sat him up against the car with his legs fully extended. Just as I was about to pick up the spilled ammo in the back I heard a low moan. I waited and listened. It happened again but this time it was a lot closer. As I turned around I saw one of those zombies staggering it's way over here. It only took one shot to take it down thanks to the knowledge of where to shoot.

More were drunkenly walking this way as well. This wasn't good. I couldn't leave Jenkins behind but I also oculdn't go as fast as them if I carried him. I reached in the back seat and pulled out both ammo boxes then glanced inside each one. Only about a third of what it did have in it was still there. The rest was all over the seat and floorboards. I set them on the trunks of the car near where I left Jenkins and prepared to fight for what was mine.

The first few waves only consisted of about ten or twelve zombies but then they grew more in numbers. Countless ones started to emerged out of nowhere and try to claim both of us. I couldn't let that happen! I pulled the shotgun around and blasted a few in their chests. I knew they would get back up but at least it bought me time. I took my time I had and fired head shots with my pistol and slowed them down considerably with the shotgun. I suddenly remembered Jenkins' machine guns he took. I hadn't bothered to look fo them but they were more than likely still in the car. I slowly back up to the driver seat and glanced in. There they were, in the seat, like a gift or a blessing. I quickly grabbed one and sprayed the bullets across the rows of zombies. I could tell I pelted them from their jolts and shock of the bullets forcing their way into them and maybe even through them. I tried aiming for head shots that way but only managed to take down a few until the gun clicked empty. I dropped it to the ground and let my pistol do the clean up work.

After a while of holding them off I became failry confident that we could make it. Jenkins was slowly waking up and rubbing his chest. I kicked his pistol over to him and smiled then took down two more zombies. He looked at it, back at me, then to the zombies and quickly picked it up and started firing with me. Even though he was still on the ground he was doing a decent job. As zombies came and went I could recognize quite a few. Even our boss came by. Jenkins took care of him. Little kids, grown men and women, even dogs all were after us. We were the only sole survivors as of now.

Jenkins pushed himself up, groaning in pain and started to reload his pistol. I grabbed his other machine gun from the seat and handed it to him. He gladly took it and fired off short bursts into each one's head, exploding brain matter from it's host. When it ran dry he dropped it to ground and sighed. "Think we'll make it? There sure are a lot of them..." I nodded and lowered my gun for a second to answer him. "Yes, we have to. I know we're runnign low on ammo but it's ok. The roadblock is just over there. We can slowly move back to it." "OK," he said and coughed lightly.

We started off easing back and taking out the closest zombies to make our escape easier. As we were moving farther from the car Jenkins asked me, "You think we could've stopped all this before it happened?" I shook my head and took out another zombie, "No, it was inevitable." "Oh, you sure?" I nodded and kept my pace with his. We were at the roadblock now and Jenins was hurting bad. It just didn't matter though. There were zombies around still but they were farther away now. I wiped my brow and took off my trenchcoat. It was getting a little hot for November. I decided to take a short break and leaned against the makeshift blockade. Jenkins seemed to like the idea himself and did the same.

I was ready to get going again in no time. I let Jenkins pick off the nearest zombies for his own enjoyment. He was doing good until he just stopped firing. I looked at his gun but it wasn't empty then I looked at what he was aiming at. It was Rick. Our buddy that got bitten by one of these things and died. Jenkins shook and fired a few shots off but missed completely. I raised my gun and fired once. Rick went down without fuss. Jenkins dropped to his knees and started crying, beating the ground with his fists. "Why did he have to be one of them?!" I tried to ease him but it wouldn't work and the zombies were moving in a lot closer. "It wasn't his desicion, mind you!" I screamed. He stopped and looked up at me and for the first time I saw fear in his eyes.

I turned around only to see the demon himself standing right there. Time seemed to slow to a stop as I raised my arm to aim at the beast. He quickly smacked it away and the shot went into the blockade splintering the wood. I tried to reaim but he pushed me back with his arm and knocked me on my back. The wind went right out of me. I couldn't think or aim. He was getting closer. Finally I lifted my gun and I heard a shot. The beast staggered to his left as black blood came bubbling from his eye socket. I looked to my left and saw Jenkins with his pistol raised and smoke rising from the barrel. He fired again and again. He kept firing until the creature was down for the count. I stood up and looked at the body from the demon. It was dead, that was for sure. Half of it's head was completely gone from Jenkins' dead aim. It didn't have a brain anymore either.

I grinned and turned back towards Jenkins but my grin quickly faded from what I saw. Crouching behind him was a zombie and it already seemed to ready to feast. I lifted my gun and squeezed the trigger just as the creature bit into his neck. I fired one shot and took them both out. The bullet went through Jenkins and right into the zombie.

I sighed deeply and dropped my pistol then ran over and retrieved my trenchcoat. It was suddenly getting cold and I was all alone again. Only me. Left to live this aweful world of infestants. I wrote in this journal to keep a steady record of what happened and how it did. I still don't know the reaosn behind it but I got to keep moving. I can't stay in one spot too long or else they might find me. I just hope I find someone else who isn't dead or dying. Maybe then I could be happy.

Dated December 24th, 2003. Christmas is supposed to be filled with joy and laughter but not this year. The whole world is dead and I seem to be the only one left. I guess I must be destined for such a thing. The snow makes it easier to track the zombies though I still don't know why they're up and walking after Jenkins killed that beast a month ago. I guess I have take them all out. If they don't take me first...