Alive in a Dead World by Mark Tufo

Author:Mark Tufo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: undead, zombie fallout, Horror, vampire, zombie, Lang:en
ISBN: 9781470177225
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve – Mike Journal Entry 8

“Oh fuck!” Was the first thing out of my mouth. In retrospect, I wish I had thought of something better. My best friend had just been dealt a death sentence and the most profound thing I could think to say was an expletive. My English teacher was going to slap me upside the head if she ever found out. And then I followed that initial bad opening statement with one almost equally as lame. “Are you sure?”

BT rolled up his sleeve. A neat half moon wound on his forearm wept blood. “And before you go asking if what bit me was a zombie, you can match the wound up to that one’s mouth,” BT said, pointing to a zombie that laid close to his legs.

I wanted to tell him that most likely wasn’t going to happen. The zombie in question appeared to have every skeletal feature in its face and skull crushed, but even still, it was easy to see that it was indeed a zombie and not some random urbanite, gone cannibal. I sat down heavily next to BT. “How long ago?”

BT looked over at me. “Couple of hours, I think, lost track of time after I pulled that trigger for the thousandth time. I was really hoping to avoid the part where you blow my head off.”

“Wait…what? I can’t do that, BT!” I exclaimed, getting back on my feet.

“Listen, pencil-neck, you are not going to let me become a zombie. I will purposefully hunt you and you alone until I eat your skinny ass.”

“Great, you can join Eliza.” I meant it as a jest, but as the reality of that statement hit, we both became silent for a moment. I tightened my grip on my rifle.

“You have to, Mike. I won’t hold it against you. I’ll talk to you when you get upstairs.”

We both stopped talking.

“This really is going to be an awkward conversation,” I said to BT, referring to his statement about running into me on the streets of Heaven.

“He has to let you in, doesn’t he?” BT asked. “I mean you’ve done so much good.”

“That’s just it, BT, there’s nothing for him to let in. Whatever corporeal part of me I housed is gone, and that, my friend, was my golden ticket. Without it, I’m just another bag of bones.”

“I would have brought more beer if I’d known we were going to have a party,” BT said.

‘What?’ my stare asked.

“You know, the whole pity party thing.”

“Not hilarious. Come on, get up,” I said, extending my hand.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier if you shot me where I sit?” BT asked.

“Come on, man, let’s just see if there’s anything we can do. Maybe the wound wasn’t deep enough to transfer the parasite. The house I just left, the lady living there is a nurse.”

“Mike, you’re stalling.”

“No shit!” I yelled at him. “How much of a rush do you think I’m in to put a bullet in my friend?”

“Okay, fair enough,” BT said as he got up.

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