Posted by
Catmman on Wednesday, October 22, 2008 12:19:51 PM
Why are they trying to get in the house?
For a few minutes you stand, dumbfounded. Focusing on anything in particular escapes you. What is going on? Surreal thoughts swirl through your mind. A noise from the house across the street drags you back into the here and now.
You look across the street. More noise – glass breaking? Yes. It looks like those across the street at your neighbors house broke through the front window. At the noise, some of those shambling in the street turn their attention toward the home. Those already in front of the house begin their probing of the broken window in earnest – quickening their efforts.
As if driven by some need...
More of the window is broken. More attention turned to the house. It looks like maybe eight or ten ‘people’ are now trying to push their way through the break in the window. They are pushing, shoving seemingly without regard to one another. Their only focus seems to be on entering the house.
You watch the events transpiring, fixated. It’s as if you’re detached from reality, like your watching a TV show or movie. Thoughts of your own home, your own situation have left your mind. Your only reason for living is watching this freakish mob scramble their way into the house across the street through a broken window. More breaking glass - one finally makes it in through the window. Then another.
Another.
Another.
A scream shatters your surreal reverie.
Unintelligible shouts, more screams from inside the house across the street - bloodcurdling. As you watch, the rest of the ‘people’ from the street head toward the screams. A few seconds later you notice first one, two, three shambling silhouttes walking across your yard from the front of your house towards the screams. It looks now as if twelve to fifteen ‘people’ are either heading towards the house or are already there trying to get in through the broken window.
You notice something else – that moan; the moan is louder, it seems more earnest. It takes on an anticipatory crescendo…
The front door to the house across the street bursts open! A frantic figure emerges swinging a - what…baseball bat? As the figure exits the doorway the ‘people’ in front of the house immediately turn their attention to the slugger. Those approaching the house seem to quicken their pace. A few now enter the house through the open door…the moan louder, louder...
A long piercing scream from inside the house is cutoff as if in mid-breath. The slugger is swinging blindly. Why isn’t he trying to run away?! He hits one of the ‘people’ in the arm. Other than a momentary push, there seems to be no effect – no howl of pain, no grabbing of the injured area, no reaction at all. After a few seconds, the guy who just got whacked in the arm resumes the advance towards the slugger. A relentless advance; an advance echoed by eight or nine others with no apparent thought given to the swinging bat.
As the ‘people’ converge upon the slugger he turns to face his nearest attacker. The bat connects with the attackers head. The attacker stops and falls in his tracks. The slugger pulls the bat back. In this light it’s hard to tell but the bat looks bent? An aluminum bat? Must be.
On the next swing, the slugger misses the next nearest attacker. He fails to notice the distance between himself and the others is now just barely arms length. The slugger connects with one more, apparently useless hit – and is engulfed in a mass. Eight individuals fall upon the slugger. A scream tears from the sluggers throat – a terrible scream emoting fear, helplessness and utter horror. The scream is cut off mid-breath - replaced by a moentary gurgling cry, then silence. Just as earlier from inside the house.
Horrified you watch as the group which engulfed the slugger seems to hover over his now still body. They are kneeling over the still form and appear to be tearing, wrenching, ripping the body…
Again you watch transfixed as they…
What are they doing?
They're...
it looks like…
eating?
To be continued…