Mark Tufo - Alive in a Dead World

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Eliza turned to Tomas
"This is the end...he is no longer alive in a dead world."

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I slowly turned the doorknob. Gary’s rifle barrel was over my shoulder. At least, it was my right shoulder so I wouldn’t get hot brass in the face. As I pushed the door in, we both took a step backwards, weapons at the ready. We could hear groaning and moaning and the stink was excruciating, but there was no onward rush of zombies. The door stopped its inward movement about halfway through its cycle.

“I thought you were like super strong now?” Gary asked.

“You’re really giving me shit right now?”

He pushed his rifle past my head so that the barrel could be used to open the door the rest of the way.

Mrs. Dead Husband was straining against bonds Mr. Dead Husband must have put in place before he opted out. She was tied to the foot of her bed, which looked to be made of some stout oak. At least, we knew why she wasn’t eating us yet. Her hands were almost touching behind her back, she was pulling so tight on her bindings.

“Are those pantyhose tied to her?” Gary asked. “Didn’t know the things were so strong.”

Her head, which had been resting on her chest as she swayed back and forth, popped up much like her infant’s had. Her eyes almost had an intelligence to them. They looked predatory, not the mindless glaze of the undead. Her mouth gnashed in anguish at a food that was so close; the similarities to her baby were striking.

And then I crossed the bridge into insanity or at least my world had.

Do me a wrong, you bringer of evil.”

Gary’s rifle erupted, but still the zombie’s words echoed in my head even as she dropped to the ground, dead.

“Did you hear that, Gary?” I fairly cried.

“Don’t know how I would have missed it. Even a .22 is pretty loud in a small room like this,” Gary shouted over the ringing in both of our ears.

“Not the shot, the zombie.”

“What about it?” Gary asked.

“She spoke.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“She did, as clear as you and I are talking.”

“Mike, I wouldn’t screw with you on this. She said nothing and then I blew her head off. What do you think she said?”

My thoughts were in a tailspin. I’ve always felt that I was a pace or two closer to the edge than most, but at least, I could usually recognize the precipice and step back at the appropriate time. Seems like I misjudged and slipped completely over. “She…I mean it said something like ‘Do wrong, you bringer of evil.’”

Gary had to step out of the room apparently to gather enough clean air to fuel his laughter.

“What the fuck is so funny!?” I yelled, following him out.

“You’re telling me that zombie was quoting a Black Sabbath tune? I find that to be funny as hell.”

“What?”

“That line, ‘Sing me a song you’re a singer. Do me a wrong, you’re a bringer of evil.’ That’s from Black Sabbath, I mean not the Ozzy-led band, but the Ronnie James Dio version. Still an awesome song though.”

“Gary, she spoke to me,” I said. Gary looked like he was about to brush me off. “So did the baby.” That got his attention.

“Part of the new and improved Mike?” he asked.

“I’ve got to believe when those psychics talked about communing with the dead, this wasn’t what they were talking about.”

“No wonder why Eliza is so pissed all the time,” Gary said, reflecting.

“That doesn’t really help.”

Gary gathered himself and walked back into the room. “I know, let’s see if this little trip was worth it.” Gary gave a wide berth to Mrs. Dead Husband and went into the huge walk-in closet. “There’s a safe!” Gary said, sticking his head back out.

“Great, maybe we’ll see who he willed his gold watch to,” I said, looking at the zombie’s feet, which were still twitching. It was creeping the hell out of me, but at least she wasn’t wishing she had some Dr. Scholl’s or something.

“Gun safe, Mike.” Gary said as if I were Gary Busey. Does that need any further explanation?

“I know, brother, I’m looking at it too.”

BT and Paul had come up the stairs after hearing the rifle shot.

“What’s going on?” BT asked, stepping past the dead zombie and further into the room.

“She was…” I started, but Gary cut me off.

“Found a safe!” he said louder than he needed to.

“How big?” Paul asked from the doorway of the now crowded room; especially since none of us wanted to be any closer to Twitchy than we had to be.

“I never noticed them twitching so much. Do they always do this?” BT asked, looking down at her legs.

“It’s not like we usually hang around to find out, but I don’t think so,” I said.

“Do you notice something strange about her head?” Paul asked, leaning a little over the body.

“Besides having a bullet in it?” came BT’s wise-ass remark.

Paul was leaning a little closer.

This seemed like one of those moments in a horror movie where something jumps out of somewhere and scares the hell out of all the watchers.

“Something’s wrong, man, don’t get any closer,” I told Paul.

He looked at me questioningly, but he did as I said. “Wait a second. I’ll show you.” Paul rooted around in the nightstand until he found something he could use. Ended up being a wooden ruler.

“You going all Catholic nun on us.?” Gary asked from the entrance to the closet. “You guys heard that I found a gun safe, right?”

“Two seconds,” Paul said handing his small rifle to BT. He straddled the dead zombie and extended his hand with the ruler as close as he dared. “Gut check time,” he mouthed, unwilling to suck up any air through his mouth. He moved a five-inch section of hair still attached to the shattered skull underneath. It slapped wetly against the top of her head as he turned it over.

“That’s gross Paul, is there a point to this?” BT asked.

“Look at how thick her skull is. I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I think the average skull is about a quarter-inch thick. Hers is at least double that.”

“Can they thicken their skulls?” BT asked, turning to me in alarm.

“Oh yeah, good first choice, BT, I’m the one with all the answers,” I told him.

“I don’t think she’s dead,” Paul said. “Damaged, for sure, but not dead. I think by the time the bullet got through this thick-ass skull, it ran out of steam.”

“I hate to get all obvious,” I said, donning my captain’s hat. (Get it?)

BT finished her off. Once the smoke cleared, he spoke. “Any chance she’s some sort of anomaly, like a throwback to Cro-Magnon, you know?”

I was trying desperately to remember almost as quickly as I tried to forget how the scene with the baby unfolded. If I wasn’t over-thinking this, the baby was still moving after my first shot. I might have completely missed with my second shot, but the third shot hit home and the baby stopped moving. The fourth shot was mostly involuntary. I didn’t give a shit though. There was no way I was going back into that room to see if the baby’s skull was abnormally thick. Even if that were the case, it could just mean that genetically, Mom had passed that defect down to it.

“I don’t know for sure, but we’re going to have to keep this in mind, going forward. Let’s check out this safe and get out of here. The longer we stay, the more I wish we had all just gone to Maine and let the chips fall where they may.”

“The safe is open!” Gary said excitedly. “What’re the odds of that?”

“Pretty good,” Paul said from the far side of the room. He was looking out the window, keeping an eye on the street around us. “They were getting ready to leave and all.”

“Makes sense,” Gary said, continuing the conversation.

“Brother, just check out what’s inside,” I told him. I would have smacked him upside the forehead if BT hadn’t got past me and was now in my way.

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