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yesterday and this morning were completely horrifying.
I absolutely hate dead things that still move.
It all started when Finn shook me awake yesterday.
“We have to go, now!” he said forcefully.
I barely had time to grab my journal before he opened the bathroom door and led us through. It looked like a World War II battle had been fought in our room. The couch and bed were shredded, shards of glass and cushioning were strewn about the floor, and all that remained of the television was a crumbled pile of wire and plastic. Several of the bags Finn brought from the kitchen managed to survive. It was a good thing we’d decided to keep them on the floor. We each picked one up and made our way to the door.
“There have been explosions and gunfire nonstop for the last ten minutes. I don’t know how in the world you slept through it all,” he said. “And it sounds like it’s getting closer.”
“I think they’re attacking the top deck, or maybe the outside staterooms, I don’t know. I don’t think we should be here in case they decide to check our cabin again. We’ll be safer if we head into the interior of the ship.”
I didn’t have time to think about what Finn was saying. Before I knew it we were stepping outside the cabin and into the hallway. The emergency track lighting was off, and the corridor was eerily dark.
We hadn’t walked more than ten feet before I saw the first one. Motionless, silent, and several short yards away, was a corpse. Its back was turned to us, and all I could make out were its shoulders, which were tinged a brownish black color. A disgusting mixture of dried blood and bits of flesh clung to the frayed edges of its sleeves.
Finn put a finger to his lips and motioned for us to edge forward. I shook my head, “we can go down the other end of the hallway,” I whispered. As I spoke, I noticed Finn’s eyes widen as he pointed behind me.
I turned to see several more standing along the hallway toward the stern end of the ship. The closest was roughly fifty feet from us, but none of them were moving. My legs turned to jelly as my knees nearly buckled. Finn’s hand shot out for me to hold onto, and he leaned in toward my ear.
“We have to move forward, Lily,” he whispered softly, “I know you’re scared, so am I. It helps when I think about how slow they are. Even if they wake up we can always outrun them, okay?”
He spoke with such conviction that I actually believed him. I somehow managed to steady myself as we made our way forward, but Finn halted as we drew closer to the corpse. I could hear it breathing, or whatever it was trying to do. It was more of a sporadic, congested wheezing sound. The smell of it hit us both at the same time, and the urge to gag nearly overwhelmed me.
I watched as Finn pulled a large kitchen knife from the bag he was carrying. “I want you to keep still, and tell me if any of the ones toward the other end of the corridor move, all right?”
I nodded, determined to keep my composure. Finn tiptoed up to the corpse and raised the knife above his head. I turned so I wouldn’t see, but I heard a sickening crunch, followed by a light thud as the monster my husband just stabbed fell to the floor.
None of the other corpses seemed to notice that one of their own had fallen. I quickly looked back to see Finn waving me toward him. I desperately tried not to look down as I stepped around the rotting remains. The stench of it nearly made me vomit. Finn still held the knife in one hand as he took mine with the other. Its blade was stained black all the way to the handle.
He had to repeat the process two more times before we made it to the main promenade. Each time we drew close to one my blood ran cold. I kept thinking they’d start screaming to alert the others. I wish Finn had never told me about them.
We were making our way toward a spiral staircase that led to one of the
I absolutely hate dead things that still move.
It all started when Finn shook me awake yesterday.
“We have to go, now!” he said forcefully.
I barely had time to grab my journal before he opened the bathroom door and led us through. It looked like a World War II battle had been fought in our room. The couch and bed were shredded, shards of glass and cushioning were strewn about the floor, and all that remained of the television was a crumbled pile of wire and plastic. Several of the bags Finn brought from the kitchen managed to survive. It was a good thing we’d decided to keep them on the floor. We each picked one up and made our way to the door.
“There have been explosions and gunfire nonstop for the last ten minutes. I don’t know how in the world you slept through it all,” he said. “And it sounds like it’s getting closer.”
“I think they’re attacking the top deck, or maybe the outside staterooms, I don’t know. I don’t think we should be here in case they decide to check our cabin again. We’ll be safer if we head into the interior of the ship.”
I didn’t have time to think about what Finn was saying. Before I knew it we were stepping outside the cabin and into the hallway. The emergency track lighting was off, and the corridor was eerily dark.
We hadn’t walked more than ten feet before I saw the first one. Motionless, silent, and several short yards away, was a corpse. Its back was turned to us, and all I could make out were its shoulders, which were tinged a brownish black color. A disgusting mixture of dried blood and bits of flesh clung to the frayed edges of its sleeves.
Finn put a finger to his lips and motioned for us to edge forward. I shook my head, “we can go down the other end of the hallway,” I whispered. As I spoke, I noticed Finn’s eyes widen as he pointed behind me.
I turned to see several more standing along the hallway toward the stern end of the ship. The closest was roughly fifty feet from us, but none of them were moving. My legs turned to jelly as my knees nearly buckled. Finn’s hand shot out for me to hold onto, and he leaned in toward my ear.
“We have to move forward, Lily,” he whispered softly, “I know you’re scared, so am I. It helps when I think about how slow they are. Even if they wake up we can always outrun them, okay?”
He spoke with such conviction that I actually believed him. I somehow managed to steady myself as we made our way forward, but Finn halted as we drew closer to the corpse. I could hear it breathing, or whatever it was trying to do. It was more of a sporadic, congested wheezing sound. The smell of it hit us both at the same time, and the urge to gag nearly overwhelmed me.
I watched as Finn pulled a large kitchen knife from the bag he was carrying. “I want you to keep still, and tell me if any of the ones toward the other end of the corridor move, all right?”
I nodded, determined to keep my composure. Finn tiptoed up to the corpse and raised the knife above his head. I turned so I wouldn’t see, but I heard a sickening crunch, followed by a light thud as the monster my husband just stabbed fell to the floor.
None of the other corpses seemed to notice that one of their own had fallen. I quickly looked back to see Finn waving me toward him. I desperately tried not to look down as I stepped around the rotting remains. The stench of it nearly made me vomit. Finn still held the knife in one hand as he took mine with the other. Its blade was stained black all the way to the handle.
He had to repeat the process two more times before we made it to the main promenade. Each time we drew close to one my blood ran cold. I kept thinking they’d start screaming to alert the others. I wish Finn had never told me about them.
We were making our way toward a spiral staircase that led to one of the
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