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The door opened…

Leonard stepped out of the greenhouse and grasped his “walking companion” as he called his zimmer frame. It was too big and bulky to be taken into the greenhouse and Leonard did not want to deny himself the pleasure of the company of his plants. His routine was so exact that the nurses and carers would allow him time to himself that the other patients would not be allowed. It also proved to be a calming influence on the other patients too, most notably after Leonard was forced to miss a few days in the greenhouse due to an unfortunate bout of illness brought on after he forgot to wash his hands after one fine day in the greenhouse before eating. One of the other patients had started crying and would not stop until Leonard resumed his visits to the greenhouse a few days later.

Leonard had spent a bit longer in the greenhouse than usual on this day. So long, in fact. that a nurse was on her way towards the greenhouse to check up in their green fingered patient. The nurse stopped and walked back into the main building after seeing the old gent moving ever so slowly towards her.

It was several hours before anyone found the body of the gardener.

Confirmed zombie victims: 8

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The door opened…

Tommy stepped into the darkness. The carrier bag was grasped in his fingers was the fruits of his afternoons labour, or at least an afternoon spent shoplifting from those shops with staff who hadn’t yet wised up to the thief in their midst. He pulled out an item from the bag and removed the cardboard surround and pressed the on switch. The reading light shone brightly with a narrow beam. Tommy held it so that he could make his way down the steps towards his treasure trove.

He kept all sorts of purloined items here and tipped out the bag onto the rest of the pile. Tommy wasn’t really interested in the stuff that he nicked, he enjoyed the thrill of the steal but today the rush was dulled by the comparative ease with which he was able to remove the items. It wan’t as if he was especially skilled, it was that no one paid any attention to him. He decided that he would have to attempt something bigger than the usual knick knacks.

He then thought he heard something scrape along the floor. He turned the thin beam of light in a downward direction. The scream barely left his lips as the rest of his life was stolen from him.

Confirmed zombie victims: 4

The door opened…

“Where to, love?” asked the man bathed in the light from the dashboard and the illuminated meter. It gave his face a sinister red glow. The glow was stronger than it would normally have been due to the sheen of sweat on his face. He hoped that it wasn’t a fever. He couldn’t afford to take any time off, especially in the run up to Christmas. He did his best to hold back a cough but it emitted as a strange creaking sound but the passenger did not seem to notice.

The cabbie noticed that the form in the back was a slender figure and had to be helped into the car. The man who gently placed her on the seat could have been a bouncer at the club he was parked outside but the way he held the young woman suggested there was a closer bond between them.

The man gently closed the door but then walked round the car until he was next to the driver’s door. The cabbie pressed the button and the electric window whirred as it lowered.  The man lowered his head and leaned it into the car.

“She has had a bit too much to drink” whispered the man apologetically and then passed the cabby a twenty pound note. He told the cabby the destination and then handed the cabby another twenty. The first twenty would have been more than adequate to cover the fare.

“This is for any” the man paused momentarily, thinking for the right words “inconvenience you may have if she is” another pause “unwell. Please take care of her.” He patted the cabby on the shoulder and retreated from the car waving as the car turned a corner and vanished from sight.

The cabby wasn’t sure yet whether this was a godsend or a gift from hell. It would depend on the health of his passenger. Then the cabby’s blood ran cold. His destination was along a road with a series of traffic calming speed bumps. He knew from experience that these “sleeping policemen” could provoke the most awful extrusions from the drunken clientele.  But the cabby knew a few detours that would enable him to at least reduce the number of bumps he would have to go over. The first turning of the detour was just ahead. The cabby noted that the streetlights were not on here, not unusual in itself but he would have to keep an eye out for wandering drunks or cats tired of their nine lives. He was just thinking this when a pair of eyes reflected the headlights in the dark. The cabby stomped on the brake and the car came to a sudden halt. Then the noise from the back startled him. His passenger, who had been lying along the seat, had rolled onto the floor.  Remembering the care in which her companion had placed her into the car, the cabby felt it only right that he should check and see that the young woman was ok.

He opened the rear passenger door of the car and watched as the lying body started to rise. He offered his hand to the young girl who gratefully took them and she stretched her legs beyond the car and then stood up. Her grip was remarkable strong for such a small girl but it was her bite that was to prove fatally surprising to the cabby.

A few moments later the cat walked to the once living body and gave it a sniff before disappearing into the night.

Confirmed zombie victims: 2

Day One

Posted: December 1, 2012 in zombie advent
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The door opened…

The nurse stepped into the room. She glanced at the empty bed with mild surprise. It wasn’t unusual for a patient to get up from bed but the patient had shown little sign of movement in the previous few days since the coma patient opened his eyes after almost a month.

The nurse wrinkled her nose as she inhaled a pungent smell. She stepped towards the bed expecting it to be stronger there but although the smell was there, it wasn’t as strong. The nurse recognised the smell but couldn’t quite place it.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking derailed the nurse’s train of thought but the return of the odour, even stronger now finally helped the nurse to recall where she recognised the stench.

The morgue. That’s where she recognised the smell. It was the odour of rotting flesh.

She did not see the moving cadaver approach until it was too late.

The zombie tasted flesh as the nurse’s death scream echoed within the room.

The scream…..then silence.

Confirmed zombie victims….1