Between Life & Death: Dead Woman's Journal by Christy Ann

Author:Christy, Ann [Christy, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Ann Christy
Published: 2019-07-08T04:00:00+00:00

Day 26 - Afternoon

I wish I wouldn’t have fallen asleep. I wish I would have woken Fred and gone home. I wish. I wish. Wishes don’t come true anymore though, if they ever did.

Fred got his sleep, waking me just as the pre-dawn twilight began to hint at the coming day. I would have woken up soon enough on my own, despite the tightly closed curtains. My body knows the day/night cycle and dawn is my signal to rise. When Fred woke me, he looked better, at least he did until we turned on a brighter lamp and he saw Linda. Even those few, scant hours away from her made the sight fresh to him again.

She’s no worse, but she’s no better either. I have a feeling that if she doesn’t turn a corner soon, she’ll go the other direction. I couldn’t bear to say that to Fred.

He offered me coffee, but I’d been gone all night and I wanted to check on Marcy. After all, she came to my house because she can no longer bear being alone, and she’s been without me. There was one lonely monster in the field, but it seemed confused, jerking as it lurched about. Fred watched my back as I ran toward my house.

When I went in, I knew something was wrong. I don’t know how to explain it except to say that the house felt lifeless, empty. I’m not sure how I could tell, or what the difference is between a house with someone in it and one without people, but I could tell as soon as I closed the door.

Gone are the days when we can shout that we’re home, but I called, “Marcy?” There was no answer. I figured she must have gone to her house for something, or perhaps went to one of the other houses for company, but I looked for her anyway.

Her room was empty, as was mine. So was the office and the big room above the garage. I even checked the bathrooms. No Marcy. I figured I would go and get her from wherever she went later, when the morning got bright enough to do such a thing safely. I half expected someone to bring her back to me.

Even so, I did check the windows, carefully examining the area around the house just in case she decided to wander off. There was no evidence of her anywhere.

Given the situation with Gerald and Susan, neither of them can cook at the moment, not with their injured hands. Gerald can’t even make a fist without opening the bite on the side of his hand. Paul and Martin were supposed to go over and cook up something for them to last the day. I kept myself occupied with sharpening my machete near the front window and waited for them to pass. Sure enough, they walked down the road right on time, and I went out to meet them.

They hadn’t seen Marcy. When they came back, they let me know she wasn’t at Gerald’s.

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