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The radio was the only noise she could bear at that late hour at night and even that was with a lower volume like a whisper to her tired ears. She was eager to get to her boyfriend home and sneak under the worm cover. The streets were empty, dark and silent. She was in that neighborhood that she never liked to cross at night because of its industrial old blackish buildings. Sometimes bands gathered in some hidden corner for some strange party. But now it was silence – silence like the entire neighborhood has died. If she wouldn’t have known that people used to come to work during the day in some of those buildings, she would have thought that area of town was just ghostly. From place to place a bulb with flickering light brought some color to the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a penetrating smell of putrefaction reached her nose. She thought that some dead animal was lying probably in some hidden corner, not far…, but then – a strong noise of voices – many disturbing voices disrupted her smell feeling. It sounded more then a party, like the whoops of a strike. When she turned left, she could see them coming from different directions chaotic, yelling, screaming, threatening and …bloody. And when she remarked that, the panic invaded her.
“What a hell?”
She was heading towards them, but she wanted to stop, so she lowered her speed as much as she could. There was something wrong with them. The street lights were blind, but in the light of the headlights she could see clearly the brownish red color spread over their clothes and faces and she sensed deep in her nostrils the putrefaction smell. Their walk was hindered as a baby walk. They saw her, men and women turning their frog eyes towards the coming car. She frizzed. She was seeing corps – zombies walking or getting into cars, coming towards her in a lamenting walk.
For a moment she didn’t know what to do. It was unreal. She turned in the middle of the street, hitting the curbs, and speed ed into the dark willing to return to the boulevard. Some car was following her, so when she reached a point of losing the follower, she looked for a parking spot on a street side, and she parked there. She was breathing heavily, profoundly scared. A second later she noticed there were people in the car behind her and a new wave of panic reached her brain again. But, they were hiding – same as her, balancing their heads out of the window sight. She thought fast: “They will recognize my car, so even if a lock it – they can break the windows.” She got out of the car – and decided to hide between the parapet and the car in front of her. But, out in the air, she stopped. A man, stunted was hiding behind the front weal. He saw her and made a sign with his hand for her to keep her head down. It was not a zombie, even if the lightening was poor; she could identify his clean face and clothes. They stayed there silent listening to the street noise. The noise of a coming car made them control even their breathing. The car rolled slowly, and then speed-ed again. They waited a few more moments and then turned to each other.
“How is this happening?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, but raised his eyebrows as surprise.
“Is the second time I’m seeing them. And I swear I’m not going to move from here till the morning. They will be gone or they will disappear in the day light.”
“I’m going home, she said. I’ll go to my place. I need a really good night sleep to get rid of this nightmare.”
The radio was the only noise she could bear at that late hour at night and even that was with a lower volume like a whisper to her tired ears. She was eager to get to her boyfriend home and sneak under the worm cover. The streets were empty, dark and silent. She was in that neighborhood that she never liked to cross at night because of its industrial old blackish buildings. Sometimes bands gathered in some hidden corner for some strange party. But now it was silence – silence like the entire neighborhood has died. If she wouldn’t have known that people used to come to work during the day in some of those buildings, she would have thought that area of town was just ghostly. From place to place a bulb with flickering light brought some color to the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a penetrating smell of putrefaction reached her nose. She thought that some dead animal was lying probably in some hidden corner, not far…, but then – a strong noise of voices – many disturbing voices disrupted her smell feeling. It sounded more then a party, like the whoops of a strike. When she turned left, she could see them coming from different directions chaotic, yelling, screaming, threatening and …bloody. And when she remarked that, the panic invaded her.
“What a hell?”She was heading towards them, but she wanted to stop, so she lowered her speed as much as she could. There was something wrong with them. The street lights were blind, but in the light of the headlights she could see clearly the brownish red color spread over their clothes and faces and she sensed deep in her nostrils the putrefaction smell. Their walk was hindered as a baby walk. They saw her, men and women turning their frog eyes towards the coming car. She frizzed. She was seeing corps – zombies walking or getting into cars, coming towards her in a lamenting walk.
For a moment she didn’t know what to do. It was unreal. She turned in the middle of the street, hitting the curbs, and speed ed into the dark willing to return to the boulevard. Some car was following her, so when she reached a point of losing the follower, she looked for a parking spot on a street side, and she parked there. She was breathing heavily, profoundly scared. A second later she noticed there were people in the car behind her and a new wave of panic reached her brain again. But, they were hiding – same as her, balancing their heads out of the window sight. She thought fast: “They will recognize my car, so even if a lock it – they can break the windows.” She got out of the car – and decided to hide between the parapet and the car in front of her. But, out in the air, she stopped. A man, stunted was hiding behind the front weal. He saw her and made a sign with his hand for her to keep her head down. It was not a zombie, even if the lightening was poor; she could identify his clean face and clothes. They stayed there silent listening to the street noise. The noise of a coming car made them control even their breathing. The car rolled slowly, and then speed-ed again. They waited a few more moments and then turned to each other.
“How is this happening?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, but raised his eyebrows as surprise.
“Is the second time I’m seeing them. And I swear I’m not going to move from here till the morning. They will be gone or they will disappear in the day light.”
“I’m going home, she said. I’ll go to my place. I need a really good night sleep to get rid of this nightmare.”
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