Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Red Rose, Colorado
I had Blood on my hands.
Blood from the infected children.
I hated doing it
I hated hitting them again and again and… again
Now there heads were nothing, but mush on the floor.
Eyes around somewhere
I went crazy with the hammer and I didnt stop until I realised
It was done
“Fuck,” I breathed, looking at them, “sleep tight, your nightmare is over”
I looked down at the blood on the hammer and the splats on my shirt.
Rose to my feet
Breathed
And Walked out of the class room.
I walked the opposite way to look around a little longer.
Look for anything else that could aid me.
I had found the hammer
Surely something else would’ve been hanging around somewhere.
I had to prey
I had to hope that the surroundings gave me a little luck like the draw did.
I wandered around and turned left and there I noticed
A message on the floor in blood
CHOOSE
YOUR
FATE
Then I noticed an arrow
Then another
And then…
Another
Three arrows drew in blood pointed downward at three different doors.
Not so far from the other
“Ok,” I said, “lets play”
I listened in and heard grunting behind one. I went closer and heard a slam behind the door.
I jumped
And breathed and calmed myself down.
“Control yourself, Rhonda,” I told
I learned quickly.
That maybe that the game involved me seeking out the room without any infected in it.
I just had to listen in
In every door that had the arrows.
But what was behind that one door that I had to choose correctly?
Was it the thing I needed to finish them off?
To get out of there…
WAS IT?
I walked to the next one and again, I heard something, but this time it were screams.
I inhaled deeply and went to the next one and begged the skies that I had the sick game sussed out.
Once again
I put my ear to the door and focused, but this time… there was nothing.
No grunting
No screams
No bangs at the door…
NOTHING
I tried the handle and it began to open.
“Ok,” I breathed
Cautiously
I moved in and another large class was revealed, however, my world suddenly slipped deeper into darkness in the moment I entered. The class had people inside of it.
TWO FAMILIES
Mothers
Fathers
A teenage daughter
A teenage son
All tied to chairs, gagged and blindfolded.
Their voices started to shout through their gags the moment I had opened the opened.
My mouth dropped and my eyes widened slightly the instant I walked in.
“What the?” I murmered
Their voices were muffled.
I then saw a note on the teachers desk written in blood in capitals and a large sharp knife next to it.
TO THE LEFT
A LARGE CUPBOARD STANDS
THAT HOLDS THE WEAPONS
YOU NEED
BUT IT IS LOCKED
AND ONE OF THESE PEOPLE
HAS THE KEY
YOU MUST DIG DEEP
TO FIND IT
LOOK FOR THE HAND
“Dig deep to find it?” I questioned, I thought, i
I looked at the knife and it came to me, “no”
I thought of the worst.
What the message
THE RULES
Actually meant
Seconds
I knew
I was having to go further than ever before.
This one FUCKED UP thing would end this whole charade.
It was the lead up to me walking out of here knowing mom would still have a beating heart.
BUT…
I found myself thinking
Thinking…
Was she worth it?
Was she worth another life?
I mean…
What if I had to kill one of the kids?
Was she worth that?
“Do this for Elaine,” I told myself, “do this for family”
I grabbed the knife
And walked towards them and their muffled voices grew larger.
I reached them
Stood over the first one who was a grown man.
His legs shook
His muffled voice still talking
I took off his gag, “hello?” He spoke, his voice shaking, “please, don’t hurt us, don’t hurt my family, we did what you asked”
I looked around his body
No sign
I walked around to the back
No sign
“Please, if you’re going to hurt anyone, hurt me and only me, not anybody else”
I looked at the others and listened to thier panicking voices behind their gags.
I moved to the next one
A grown woman
Who I assumed was his wife.
She felt my presense and she shook with fear. She tried talking to me through her gag.
“Who are you?” The man asked, “please, if you were one of them, you would’ve killed us already, so who are you?”
“Just a woman trying to survive,” I told
“What’s your name?” He asked
“I’m the one who’ll do the talking,” I told
“Ok ok,” he said
I checked the back of the woman.
Again
No sign
To the next one
A teenage boy
He shook also as I arrived in front of him.
I checked him over and controlled my emotiones. I felt the tears building up inside of me.
Again
There was no sign
On to the next one
A man
Everyone so far had rattled with fear when I stood in front of them.
But not this one
He had calmed
He muttered something behind his gag.
I looked around him and saw the black hand print on his white shirt.
It was time
Time to unleash something else inside of me.
“I just want you to know…” I said, tears now sheding as I gripped the knife, “I am sorry for this”
I then prepared myself…
Filed under: Season Three
