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Of All These Yesterdays

Should Be Dead

Thank God, I made it through, I thought, wanting to collapse on the diner floor in a heap of exhaustion. It was closing time finally and soon I would be able to go home, but first, I and another waitress, Jordan had to clean and straighten up the restaurant before we called it a night. Begrudgingly, we both worked hard and fast to get the job done. I just wanted to get the hell out of here before the sun went down. I hated walking to my car in the dead of night.

“Elena, look at this,” Jordan said, indicating to the television in the diner. She was mopping the floors and every once in a while she would look up at the television. Right now, she was leaning on the mop, looking up at the television screen.

I glanced up from cleaning a table and brushed a stray strand of hair that had escaped my now messy ponytail. “Breaking news, The Center for Disease Control has confirmed a fast acting virus that may have been stolen. The virus is incredibly deadly and all residents of Atlanta and the surrounding areas are asked to stay inside or take shelter until the virus is recovered.”

Wrinkling my brows in total confusion, I turned to asked her if she thought this was legit, but before I could get the words out of my mouth, we heard a hair-raising, bloodcurdling scream from outside the restaurant. We both turned our heads to look at one another, not quite knowing what to do next. Shortly after that, the scream was followed by a few gunshots, which rang out in the vacant parking lot. Should we go investigate or call 911? For some odd reason, I got the eerie feeling venturing out wasn’t the best option and besides, my feet felt glued to the floor. My hand clenched the washcloth I was using to clean the tables and my heart was thumping inside my chest, rapidly.

Jordan walked toward the window of the diner, peered out to observe what was happening on the other side. She put a hand over her mouth in complete and utter horror, sinking into a dining booth. Something horrible had happened, I thought.

“What? Jordan, what is it? What’s going on?” I asked, frantically, trying to get her to look at me and explain what she had witnessed outside in the parking lot.

The woman seemed frozen in place, not quite knowing what to say or how to explain to me what was happening. She was just simply lost for words.

Finally, Jordan turned to me with huge, wide eyes full of fear. “Some police officer shot a man in the chest, but- She cut herself off, not quite able to finish explaining the events that had unfolded outside of the restaurant, but I had to know even if I didn’t want too.

“But, what Jordan, what happened?”

-t-t-the man got right back up, and bit into the police officer.” She finished with a haunted look in her eyes as she stared off into space in complete shock.

“Repeat that?” I asked, not quite about to grasp the words that had been spoken, I stared at her speechless after that.

Instead of getting the answer I wanted, Jordan repeated the same thing as before with that same shell shocked expression on her face. Was this true? I knew it couldn’t be. Jordan could’ve been pulling my leg, but I knew deep down inside she wasn’t the type to joke, especially about something this serious.

Frantically, I patted my pockets for my cellphone. “I’m calling the police just encase.” I informed, pulling my cell out of my front pocket.

I dialed 991, waited for an operator to answer, but the line was busy. I wrinkled my burrow in confusion, pulling the cellphone away from my ear. I tried again, but was greeted with the same thing. What the hell, I thought, hanging up and pocketing my cellphone.

“Nothing?” Jordan asked apprehensively.

“No, nothing, the damn line is busy.” I grumbled, pacing back and forth.

After an interval of silence with me pacing back and forth, Jordan spoke up, interjecting her suggestion. “We have to go out there, Elena. See if we can help that police officer in anyway.”

“No way, Jordan, that’s not even an option.” I dismissed.

“Then what do we do? Just stay in here until the cops show?” She asked, standing up from the booth. Jordan crossed her arms in defiance. “Elena, who knows when they’ll show up and by then the police officer, could be dead for all we know. He needs our help.”

“Okay, but if things get hairy, we’re coming back in.” I said in defeat, walking to the back of the diner.

“Where are you going?” Jordan asked in confusion.

“Getting something from my purse,” I simply replied, not even waiting for a response from the other waitress, who stood there in utter bewilderment.

I came back from the back of the diner, and when I did, Jordan’s eyes grew wide in alarm.

“No, Elena, you can’t be serious,” She said, uneasily at the sight of the handgun, tightly clenched in my hand.

“Yeah, I am serious, Jordan. If that man is still outside, I’ll have this to defend you and myself. We can’t just go out there defenseless, if there’s a chance the attacker is out there.”

I didn’t even wait for her response; I kept walking toward the diner’s door, opening it and walking out. Jordan followed suit, not voicing her objection to using the handgun, which I kept in my purse at all times. You never knew when you might need to defend yourself, especially coming home late at night.

Once outside of the restaurant, I scanned the area for any signs of the attacker. I found the police officer laying out on the hard asphalt ground with a man crouching over him, who had his back to us.

As I moved in closer to examine the two, Jordan grabbed a hold of my wrist. “That’s the man, who attacked him. I remember that plaid shirt.” She indicated in a quivering whisper at the black and red plaid shirt.

I nodded my head in comprehension, aiming the gun at the attacker’s back, who didn’t move at the sound of our arrival.

“You aren’t going to shoot him, are you, Elena?” Jordan asked in utter shock at my reaction and that I was even considering going through with it.

“I can’t grantee I won’t if he comes at me like you said he came at the police office.”

That shut her up and she nodded in understanding.

Inching closer and closer, I heard the distinctive wet, chomping noises as if someone were eating. The police officer’s body never moved it stayed starch still on the ground. Confused, I decided to speak to the man bent over the police officer.

“Hey, you get away from the police officer!” I yelled gun still poised at the ready. I had to be ready for anything. If the guy turned on me, I’d have to be ready to fire if need be, but I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.

The man turned his head to us while getting up sluggishly to his feet. Jordan let out a scream of pure, sheer terror at the sight of the man before us. There was dried blood and a chunk of flesh was missing from not only his neck, but his cheek. An eye dangled from its socket and the other was completely gone, ripped away as it appeared. I glanced down at the cop’s body whose guts were hanging out and oh, God the blood. There was so much of it!

Resisting the urge to spew up the contents of my stomach, I backed up from the sight before me, knocking into Jordan in the process, which was holding a hand over her mouth as well, trying to do the same as I. She failed, though and took her hand away from her mouth so she could heave up her last meal all over the parking lot.

“What the hell?” I gagged, eyes watering from suppressing the urge to upchuck the contents of my stomach. “Fuck man, what happened to you?” I couldn’t bare the sight in front of me and neither could Jordan, who was dry heaving and her face was extremely pale.

The cannibalistic man didn’t answer back just continued to get to his feet. Stumbling over to us, he held out his arms in front of him like he was inviting us in for an embrace. We both kept inching and inching back, not quite knowing what to do. All the while, I kept my gun pointed at the man with bullet-holes riddling his upper body. Some were fresh and others old, and then, that’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks.

This man couldn’t possibly be alive with these injuries he had sustained. This man should be dead, but he wasn’t because he was walking straight at us with the intent to make us his next victim just as he had made the cop his just a while ago.

“This can’t be so,” Jordan breathed, voicing my very thoughts. “He should be dead!”

“Don’t you dare come any closer, douchebag,” I seethed through clenched teeth. “I’ll shoot! Don’t think I won’t mister!”

Still he kept coming and coming, letting out mournful, guttural moans in the process.

“Jordan, go back in the diner,” I said, standing my ground, gun still poised at the ready. My finger never wavered on the trigger. If this man or this thing had any intent of harming or killing one of us, I wouldn’t let that happen.

“Elena, I ain’t leaving you,” She replied, stubbornly. “I’m staying right here.”

“No, just go, I’ll be fine.”

“I can’t do that.”

As we bickered back and forth, the man that was supposed to be dead was no more than a few feet away. Soon he would be within arms links. I didn’t bother with arguing with Jordan at this point. I didn’t need a distraction from the oncoming threat, which was slowly approaching.

Baring his teeth, the man finally lunged at me. Jordan backed up, but I didn’t. I closed my eyes, aimed and pulled the trigger, shooting him in the only spot I thought to – the head.

Notes

Comment, vote and subscribe!:) This chapter is going to probably more than likely be a flashback. Glenn will probably be in the next chapter!:D


Comments

this is good

Nina Nina
5/6/14

@dixiewolf
Thanks so much for the comment!:) Glad you enjoyed the update!XDD I was afraid this update wouldn't be good enough for my readers. I had really, really bad Writer's Block, and that was the whole reason why I had not updated in quite awhile.

I was so excited to see that you had updated! I'm glad Elena and Glenn are starting to interact. I'm sure he'll be able to break down the walls she's putting up around herself. Can't wait for more! :)

dixiewolf dixiewolf
5/2/14

@Blakeray
I am about to update right now!:) I hope you enjoy!:D Sorry, I haven't updated in quite awhile! I've been having terrible Writer's Block!:/

dracovengeance dracovengeance
4/30/14

please update

Blakeray Blakeray
4/18/14