Dreaming Again:

I was waiting upstairs, looking for something. I walked from room to room, glancing in and moving on. I stopped at the room at the top of the stairs. There in the bed, covers pulled up neatly to its neck the body waited. It had been dead for some time. It was shriveled up like a raisin. A dry husk. If it had wrappings I would call it a mummy, but it didn’t. I stood there, leaning on the door frame, wondering. Would this one rise up as well, or was it too far gone? Too removed from the life that once moved those limbs? I think its time had long passed.

A noise drew my attention away and I turned towards the the stairs. In the main room a zombie shuffled by. I came down the stairs slowly, passing behind it and turning to check the kitchen. Empty. I passed the zombie again, sliding past it as we crossed through the doorway. Another shuffled in the corner of the front room.

Over to the left, sitting at a writing table in the den, K.D. looked up at me. “As long as you don’t startle them, they won’t attack.” he said.

I nodded, saying nothing. It seemed somehow normal having the undead wandering the house. I opened the front door. The porch looked out over a very tidy suburban America. I looked like some place you might see in Back to the Future, or Leave It to Beaver. It was modern, but too clean. Too much how Hollywood might envision a neighborhood. Almost like the Truman Show. I walked out the path to the street. No one was around. It was quiet. At the far end of the very straight street I saw them. A pair of runners, bounding forward. Those won’t be as peaceful as the ones in the house. Those mean to attack. I moved with some urgency, back inside, closing the door behind me. We didn’t really have anything to bar it with, so I settled on locking the deadbolt. I knew it should be enough. The wandering one was back down the hall, towards the kitchen. The other in the corner didn’t move. K.D. looked up at me again and said, “Just don’t startle them.”

As absurd as it sounds, I felt pretty sure we were going to be okay.


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