Sunday, November 6, 2011
Alone - part 2
Mason shivered as he stood on his front porch. Staring out into the darkness of night.
Not particularly looking for anything at this point. It had been three full months since Mason had seen or heard any other living thing.
Without warning or explanation the world had just left Mason here on this Earth alone.
One normal evening he had gone to sleep and everything was there and the next morning everyone was gone without a trace.
Yet he continued to stare into the dark without emotion, without hope. He hadn't even cried about it in about two weeks. He used to be sure that the tears would come flooding in as he remebered everything that was and slowly crumbled knowing that he had know way of knowing why he was alone let alone whether anyone would ever come back.
This faithful night, however, Mason heard a noise.
He blinked repeatedly, shaking himself out of a waking dream and turned to look over at the neighbours house where the shuffle had come from.
There was nothing for what seemed like the longest time and then another shuffle.
Or maybe a scuff?
It was definitely the scuff of a boot. Mason instinctively wanted to scream out but some other primal sway inside him told him that somehow something was wrong, that this was not a good idea.
And yet another scuff, this one much quicker to come than the last.
And a crash of a potted plant hitting the ground and smashing. Mason could see the smashed pot but not the thing that knocked it down. He eased forward on one foot cautiously to try and get a better look when around the corner came the figure of a man in what looked like a torn up suit.
Mason let out a meek, "Hey?" into the night and in the silence the man heard him and turned.
It was Leonard, Mason's neighbour but there was something strange about him, he looked pale and his eyes were deep and dark so much that they even seemed to be shaded in the black of night.
Mason's primal urges again warned him of the danger and this time he obeyed but as he turned to run the opposite direction there was another shuffle of feet only this time the figure making the noise was much closer.
It was a woman Mason didn't recognise but she was standing on the opposite end of Mason's front porch and was lightly illuminated by the candle Mason had beside him on the desk.
Most of her lower jaw was visible and her skin was covered with several deep scratches and what looked like bite marks. She was lumbering towards Mason with clear malicious intent. Mason acted quickly and ran back inside the house. He grabbed whatever furtiture he could to barricade the doors and armed himself with a baseball bat as he ran back to the door he came in he realized it sounded like there were more than just the two ghastly figures outside.
In what seemed like seconds Mason could see figures outside just about every window he glanced out, and many more scratching at the door and pawing against every wall in the house.
In a frightened panic he ran upstairs and threw down his sister's bed, followed by tables, chairs and mattresses to make as much of a barricade as he could in case the door didn't hold these monsters.
He sat down shaking with fear and adernalyn, trying to breath but not being able to get his mind away from the sudden mob of groaning, clawing undead all around him when suddenly there was a horendous beeping sound, over and over, like a siren or... a car horn... or...
an alarm clock.
Mason nearly fell out of bed as he fumbled for his alarm clock which had clearly interupted a very intense dream.
An intense dream about the end of the world.
An intense dream about being surrounded by the undead.
A dream, at least, where he wasn't alone.
All at once Mason felt both relief from being free of a nightmare but sorrow that this empty Earth was more terrible than it.
Plagues of zombies would at least be something to run from. Something to see and hear.
All he could hear now was that alarm.
Why had he set his alarm, anyway? He must have done it in his sleep. He continued to slam around his bedside table to try and smack down onto the snooze button at least but to no avail.
Then he hit the snooze, and again, and again until he pounded down so hard the clock fell off the table and smashed and yet the beeping continued.
And it wasn't his alarm
He sat up sharply and rubbed his eyes and got up to the window.
It was a car alarm, and it had been set off somehow.
This was no dream.
And Mason knew now, that he wasn't alone.