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Friday, September 23, 2011

Part 34 - Right in two (Inspired by the song by TOOL)

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(Post inspired by Tool’s song “Right in Two”)


Part 34 - Right in Two

Chris and Dennis finished their story by telling us that Grace had left them. She said that they shouldn’t worry about her because she was immune to the zombie infection. There was something in her blood that made her heal incredibly fast and, although she had been bitten multiple times, she had never crossed over to the undead side. Grace hoped her son had the same sort of immunity. She assumed that he did since Frank had said he was still alive. That was the only reason Frank had been keeping her alive.

Frank had placed her in one of his twisted and demented undead torture positions with an incredibly dead man. Half of the skin on the man’s face was missing, exposing half of a very toothy grin. He smelled of rotting flesh and feces. This zombie man was nothing more than a torso rigged up to a pulley hanging from the ceiling. Grace had been bitten several times on her side and buttocks as Frank would lower and raise the zombie on top of her.

After the first night of this excruciating torture she had been left alone. Frank was stupefied and horrified that she didn’t have a single bite on her in the morning. She was covered in her own dried blood but there wasn’t a puncture mark to be found. Frank repeated this torture for five nights straight, always with the same result.

“Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.”

After the five nights of hell Frank transferred her to the basement where Dennis met her tied to a metal drum. Frank would go down into the basement to “visit” her. He would bite her, beat her and drink her blood. He hoped that her immunity and special gift of healing would somehow get transferred to him. It never did.

Grace would always know when Frank found new victims. She would hear the footsteps above her. Unable to scream for help because she was either gagged or too beaten to muster a sound or move. Then Grace would smell the pancakes cooking and the sounds of people having a leisurely chat. Exactly the same scenario and routine as when she had first walked into Frank’s house of horrors with her sister and son.

“Don't these talking monkeys know that
Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it.
Right in two.”

Grace had chosen to leave Dennis and Chris before coming to the house. She said that if she found her son she would come to the house and maybe her son and Evie could have a play date as the last two living children on earth.

I couldn’t imagine losing my little Evie. I think I would willingly throw my life to the zombies if i ever did. Let me stop thinking about it...
Now there were the six of us left in the house. We had enough food to last us for another five to six days and we had been lucky collecting rain water. 

“Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
And this is what they choose...”

The overall vibe in the house was good. I was even getting along with Alex better than we had before. Evie was learning new words and repeating everything that was said. One afternoon she repeated the word “fuck” and I told her not to say that cause it was a bad word. Alex gave me a funny look and asked what it would hurt for her to say it. It’s not like we would be putting her in preschool where she might accidentally teach it to other children. Besides, Evie might end up being the last person on earth. In which case she should know every word possible whether they were good or bad.

I cried that night.

“Monkey killing monkey killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And where there's one
they're bound to divide it,
Right in two.
Right in two.”

The weather is beginning to change and I think summer is officially over. I say that I think that because I’m a few days off of keeping up with the calendar. It was a little something to help me feel like the world hadn’t completely gone off it’s axis. But let’s face it. It has.

The banker is eating the poor. A woman is eating her young. Yet the living can’t find a meal. Governments have collapsed and the value of money is equivalent to that of toilet paper. I’d actually prefer to have toilet paper. Petty arguments about what to have for dinner have been replaced with lengthy discussions about how to find dinner. I used to watch horror movies for fun and now I’m living through one.

“Monkey killing monkey killing monkey.
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs.
They make a club.
And beat their brother, down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.”

We have been talking about building a larger fence around the front of the property. It’s just talk for now because even though a larger fence might keep out more zombies it’s a huge risk. It’s a risk while we are building it with the amount of noise we might make and it’s an even bigger risk for the unwanted attention we might get from the wrong type of survivors.

“Angels on the sideline again.
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again
Wondering when this tug of war will end.”

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