Death Has Come Up Into Our Windows by Stant Litore

Author:Stant Litore [Litore, Stant]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: undead hordes, ancient history, mash-up, zombies, biblical tales, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781612185828
Publisher: 47North
Published: 2012-08-14T04:00:00+00:00

SECOND DAY: IF ALL GOD’S PEOPLE WERE PROPHETS

LAUGHTER FAR overhead; living men stood up there, staring down into the well. Yirmiyahu looked up at them, their silhouettes against the circle of sunlight. “Let me out!” he began to beg, his rasping voice echoing in the cold throat of the well.

More laughter and muffled talk. Another bundle shoved over the brink of the well, smaller than the last. He tensed as it dropped.

This one had a gaping wound in its side and its wrists were bound. The fall broke its legs and split open its belly. Still it struggled to get on its knees in the dim light, its intestines spilling from its abdomen in a rush of guts and viscous fluid. Its eyes were wide, its jaws snapping as it toppled over and rolled toward him in the mud.

For a few breaths, as the broken creature moaned and wallowed, Yirmiyahu just leaned against the stones of the wall, watching it. His body felt heavy and cold. I have turned to stone, he thought, I am part of the wall.

This creature had been a girl, perhaps twelve winters old. Maybe less. Yirmiyahu stumbled to his feet on weak and aching legs as it snapped its jaws and fought to get close to him.

For a long moment he hesitated, stunned.

It had been a girl, a little girl.

The creature’s milky eyes were fixed on him; its mouth opened in a long growl. His heart hammered in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the prophet whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Stepping forward, he took its head in his hands, holding it tightly at arm’s length—the creature was very strong—and dragged the corpse to the wall. He slammed the head into the wall, hearing a crack of bone. The creature kept writhing and kicking, trying to twist its head in his hands to bite him; he slammed it into the stones again and again. He kept hitting the creature’s head into the wall until it was still at last. Then he stood over it numbly, gazing down at that shattered body, the likeness of God violated and defaced. His hands hung limply at his sides, defiled and unclean. He moaned, a sound not unlike the moan of the dead but voicing anguish and horror that the dead could never know, the dead who were incapable of regret or shame.

He gazed down, saw bits of flesh in the mud and on his clothes but no blood. No blood. The girl’s chest had torn farther open; a few ribs now jabbed out through the skin and the torn garment it wore. Yirmiyahu gazed up at the circle of night over his head. They would drop other dead in after him; there might be another, and another after that. If he was to survive, he would need more than clothing; he would need some weapon or tool with which to put an end to these unclean corpses that hungered and did not lie still. He cried out the name of his God, begging her forgiveness for the violation he intended to commit.

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