The turned (original) (raw)

Mon, Aug. 30th, 2010, 08:07 pm

my shoes are worn out, I don't have much energy left
i've been running and hiding for how long I dont know
today I'm in a cinder block building- painted walls, vacant- or so i think
I slow to look around then i step in broken glass and that brings them
i hide behind an old couch, they come in and i step on glass again, they know i'm near
their rotting, inhuman bodies sit down, as if to taunt me, waiting for me to make a move.
through the door in a rush come humans and I jump up to meet them- we grab a huge bar
and crush the "turned" into the couch

...."have you thought this through?", he ask, "what if they have turned?"
"I dont know or care if they have turned I have to go for them, go find my children, and my grandbabies.", i say. I will figure out what to do if and when I find them.
"how do you plan on getting out?" he ask. "you have to wait till night, no matter what", he says.
Time is of essence- something inside of me tells me so. Time to fly to those who need me