Unholy Nightmare
Dead Memories in My Heart
"Breaking News! The President of the United States has just declared a State of Emergency. I know this might sound like something right out of a horror movie but there are...there are dead human beings walking around and attacking the living. The local police authorities are asking that everyone remain in their homes with the doors and windows locked." the TV news reporter said as we watched and she placed her hand to her ear before speaking again.
"This just in. I've just gotten word that the President of the United States is about to address the nation. Let's tune in."
"What are they talking about honey?" my mom asked dad as she walked into the living room.
"They're saying that the dead are rising up and attacking the living."
"This has to some kind of joke." mom said chuckling slightly before sitting down.
"I don't think so. I mean the President is fixing to come on and tell us about it." The Secretary of the State introduced the President and he walked up to the podium.
"Citizens of the United States of America...today we've encountered something that's unthinkable to the human race. The dead have risen up out of their graves and are feasting on the living. I know what I'm saying is...well I'm not going to sugar coat this. It sounds like a bunch of bullshit but sadly it's not. This is in no way a terrorist attack and I've called out the National Guards to help with this problem throughout the 50 states but nothing is stopping this.
My fellow Americans, stay in your homes and arm yourself if necessary. Do not leave the safety of your homes to retrieve loved ones and if you're not at home or in a public establishment and one of the dead approaches you, defend yourselves at all costs. I received word from our allied nations just a short time ago that this plague isn't just affecting the United States...it's all over the world.
A warning to you all...if you're bitten or scratched after encountering the dead, the seriousness of this is overwhelming. A person who is attacked and blood is drawn will turn into one of the dead in a matter of hours. I've seen this first hand with some of the soldiers who have been guarding the White House and I can say from experience that...that going through this change is very agonizing. A State of Emergency has been issued and we are doing all we can in our power to control the situation but it's sad to say or even think about it but...but this may be the end of our beloved nation." The President spoke as he looked directly into the camera as if he was talking to each person individually. The screen went black and the news reporter came back on.
"You heard it folks. Lock all the doors and windows and do not for any reason leave the safety of your homes." A loud scream came from outside and my dad rushed to the front door pulling it open and mom and I were right with him. The stench that radiated through the air made me sick enough to puke and I watched in horror as one of our neighbors was brought down. Blood squirted from the woman's neck veins as she continued to scream.
"Get back!" my dad yelled as he slammed the door shut and locked it. A pounding of several hands and groans could be heard from outside the door and I hid behind my dad. The door hinges couldn't take the weight that was being pushed against them and they buckled under the pressure. The dead flowed into our house and I screamed a shrill scream as they grabbed my mom and dad pulling them down to the floor and started ripping the flesh from their bones. I ran upstairs and went inside the first room I came to which happened to be the bathroom. I locked the door and hopped into the tub quietly. There was no way I was coming out of here. I listened as they walked right by the door not even stopping to see if I was in here. It was like they didn't even see me come in here and I was so glad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could still here the moaning and groaning throughout the house and behind the locked bathroom door. I was being so quiet as I watched the door. A loud noise followed by a flashing light underneath the door came and I could no longer hear the moaning. I quietly got out of the cold tub and went over to the door pressing my ear to the wooden surface. I could hear footsteps on the hardwood flooring as whoever it was, was walking away.
"Help." I whispered but I heard the steps going down I go scared. I didn't want to be alone.
"Help!" I yelled and the steps stopped.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom!" I yelled back to the strange man's voice. I unlocked the door as his footsteps came back. The door opened with a small squeak and an older man stood in front of me.
"Is this your home?"
"Yes sir. My parents were attacked downstairs and I ran up here. Are they okay?" I said and the man bent down to my level.
"What's your name kid?"
"I'm Violet Carmike." I answered and he extended his hand.
"I'm Otis Lowe. Come on child. We must leave."
"What about my parents? Aren't they coming too?" I asked as we walking downstairs.
"I'm sorry Violet but...they didn't make it." I spotted the lifeless and bloody bodies of my parents. They were ripped open from head to toe and tons of blood covered the floor.
"I can't believe they're gone." I said sadly as I stared at their shredded bodies.
"It's a harsh reality now Violet. There's just some things I wish we could change but we just can't."
"So what do I do now? Where do I go from here?" I asked as a tear ran down my cheek.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 7." I replied wiping my eyes.
"Well you don't have the knowledge about what's going on or what to do...so come with me. I'll make sure you're safe." I nodded and followed him from my destroyed home. He led me over to a horse that was tied up to my mailbox. Otis lifted me up into the saddle.
"You hang on tightly now." he said and he led the horse down the road. The city I once called home smelled of rotting and decaying flesh and blood and bodies covered the side of the road. Store windows had been broken out and it looked like a massacre.
Once we were out of the city, Otis got up on the horse and we headed to his place. It took a while to get there but I enjoyed the ride. Otis stopped the horse next to a corral and got off first before gently pulling me down to the ground. I looked over the land and the house was even bigger than my old one. The siding was baby blue and from what I could see the roof has the same color as the siding for a tin roof. He had a garden that looked to be full of vegetables and there was a line of rope going from one tree to another. I wonder what that's for?
"Are you hungry?"
"A little bit." I said as he unsaddled the house and put it into the corral. He shut the gate and carried the saddle over to me.
"Let's get inside and see what we can find to eat." He put one hand on my shoulder and guided me into the house. Wow was all I could say as I looked around. It's even bigger on the inside than it looks on the out.
The whole house had that great Southern Hospitality vibe to it which calmed me greatly. We entered into the kitchen and Otis went over to the fridge and looked inside as I took a seat at his island bar.
"I have some left over fried chicken and Macaroni and Cheese."
"It sounds good to me." I said smiling. He heated up the chicken and Macaroni and served me as a host should do to any guest. He made himself a plate and we sat happily around the dinner table and ate the delicious food. I couldn't help the image of my mother and father lying there on the cold floor bleeding out and losing their lives. I am saddened by the loss I've encountered but I know they are in a better place where there are no Flesh Eaters.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~6 Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over the past 6 months, Otis and I have became friends and he's taught me more than I could learn in any school. He's taught me how to hunt, fish, shoot, fight, and how to survive if I was ever alone in the woods. He's a great teacher but a better friend. I've pushed the images of my parents horrible death to the back of my mind but it's been hard to keep the scene out of my head. If one of the dead come around the farmhouse, we easily take care of them but putting bullets into their skulls but there's not a lot of them that come around here.
A regular weekly routine we do around here is go into town for supplies. At the first of every week, we go to the small town and gather up any supplies we need and it's good for us that the place is fully stocked all the time. For a long time I thought that taking these items from the stores was wrong but then I seen that we needed it to survive. Every time we do head to town, I'm always keeping my eyes open for the flesh eaters and anyone who may need our help but there's nothing. It's nothing but a ghost town now. When we would finish in town, we would head back to the house to keep in shape. I mean with our bodies and shooting skills. It's always good to be one step ahead than 3 steps back.
"This just in. I've just gotten word that the President of the United States is about to address the nation. Let's tune in."
"What are they talking about honey?" my mom asked dad as she walked into the living room.
"They're saying that the dead are rising up and attacking the living."
"This has to some kind of joke." mom said chuckling slightly before sitting down.
"I don't think so. I mean the President is fixing to come on and tell us about it." The Secretary of the State introduced the President and he walked up to the podium.
"Citizens of the United States of America...today we've encountered something that's unthinkable to the human race. The dead have risen up out of their graves and are feasting on the living. I know what I'm saying is...well I'm not going to sugar coat this. It sounds like a bunch of bullshit but sadly it's not. This is in no way a terrorist attack and I've called out the National Guards to help with this problem throughout the 50 states but nothing is stopping this.
My fellow Americans, stay in your homes and arm yourself if necessary. Do not leave the safety of your homes to retrieve loved ones and if you're not at home or in a public establishment and one of the dead approaches you, defend yourselves at all costs. I received word from our allied nations just a short time ago that this plague isn't just affecting the United States...it's all over the world.
A warning to you all...if you're bitten or scratched after encountering the dead, the seriousness of this is overwhelming. A person who is attacked and blood is drawn will turn into one of the dead in a matter of hours. I've seen this first hand with some of the soldiers who have been guarding the White House and I can say from experience that...that going through this change is very agonizing. A State of Emergency has been issued and we are doing all we can in our power to control the situation but it's sad to say or even think about it but...but this may be the end of our beloved nation." The President spoke as he looked directly into the camera as if he was talking to each person individually. The screen went black and the news reporter came back on.
"You heard it folks. Lock all the doors and windows and do not for any reason leave the safety of your homes." A loud scream came from outside and my dad rushed to the front door pulling it open and mom and I were right with him. The stench that radiated through the air made me sick enough to puke and I watched in horror as one of our neighbors was brought down. Blood squirted from the woman's neck veins as she continued to scream.
"Get back!" my dad yelled as he slammed the door shut and locked it. A pounding of several hands and groans could be heard from outside the door and I hid behind my dad. The door hinges couldn't take the weight that was being pushed against them and they buckled under the pressure. The dead flowed into our house and I screamed a shrill scream as they grabbed my mom and dad pulling them down to the floor and started ripping the flesh from their bones. I ran upstairs and went inside the first room I came to which happened to be the bathroom. I locked the door and hopped into the tub quietly. There was no way I was coming out of here. I listened as they walked right by the door not even stopping to see if I was in here. It was like they didn't even see me come in here and I was so glad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could still here the moaning and groaning throughout the house and behind the locked bathroom door. I was being so quiet as I watched the door. A loud noise followed by a flashing light underneath the door came and I could no longer hear the moaning. I quietly got out of the cold tub and went over to the door pressing my ear to the wooden surface. I could hear footsteps on the hardwood flooring as whoever it was, was walking away.
"Help." I whispered but I heard the steps going down I go scared. I didn't want to be alone.
"Help!" I yelled and the steps stopped.
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom!" I yelled back to the strange man's voice. I unlocked the door as his footsteps came back. The door opened with a small squeak and an older man stood in front of me.
"Is this your home?"
"Yes sir. My parents were attacked downstairs and I ran up here. Are they okay?" I said and the man bent down to my level.
"What's your name kid?"
"I'm Violet Carmike." I answered and he extended his hand.
"I'm Otis Lowe. Come on child. We must leave."
"What about my parents? Aren't they coming too?" I asked as we walking downstairs.
"I'm sorry Violet but...they didn't make it." I spotted the lifeless and bloody bodies of my parents. They were ripped open from head to toe and tons of blood covered the floor.
"I can't believe they're gone." I said sadly as I stared at their shredded bodies.
"It's a harsh reality now Violet. There's just some things I wish we could change but we just can't."
"So what do I do now? Where do I go from here?" I asked as a tear ran down my cheek.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 7." I replied wiping my eyes.
"Well you don't have the knowledge about what's going on or what to do...so come with me. I'll make sure you're safe." I nodded and followed him from my destroyed home. He led me over to a horse that was tied up to my mailbox. Otis lifted me up into the saddle.
"You hang on tightly now." he said and he led the horse down the road. The city I once called home smelled of rotting and decaying flesh and blood and bodies covered the side of the road. Store windows had been broken out and it looked like a massacre.
Once we were out of the city, Otis got up on the horse and we headed to his place. It took a while to get there but I enjoyed the ride. Otis stopped the horse next to a corral and got off first before gently pulling me down to the ground. I looked over the land and the house was even bigger than my old one. The siding was baby blue and from what I could see the roof has the same color as the siding for a tin roof. He had a garden that looked to be full of vegetables and there was a line of rope going from one tree to another. I wonder what that's for?
"Are you hungry?"
"A little bit." I said as he unsaddled the house and put it into the corral. He shut the gate and carried the saddle over to me.
"Let's get inside and see what we can find to eat." He put one hand on my shoulder and guided me into the house. Wow was all I could say as I looked around. It's even bigger on the inside than it looks on the out.
The whole house had that great Southern Hospitality vibe to it which calmed me greatly. We entered into the kitchen and Otis went over to the fridge and looked inside as I took a seat at his island bar.
"I have some left over fried chicken and Macaroni and Cheese."
"It sounds good to me." I said smiling. He heated up the chicken and Macaroni and served me as a host should do to any guest. He made himself a plate and we sat happily around the dinner table and ate the delicious food. I couldn't help the image of my mother and father lying there on the cold floor bleeding out and losing their lives. I am saddened by the loss I've encountered but I know they are in a better place where there are no Flesh Eaters.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~6 Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over the past 6 months, Otis and I have became friends and he's taught me more than I could learn in any school. He's taught me how to hunt, fish, shoot, fight, and how to survive if I was ever alone in the woods. He's a great teacher but a better friend. I've pushed the images of my parents horrible death to the back of my mind but it's been hard to keep the scene out of my head. If one of the dead come around the farmhouse, we easily take care of them but putting bullets into their skulls but there's not a lot of them that come around here.
A regular weekly routine we do around here is go into town for supplies. At the first of every week, we go to the small town and gather up any supplies we need and it's good for us that the place is fully stocked all the time. For a long time I thought that taking these items from the stores was wrong but then I seen that we needed it to survive. Every time we do head to town, I'm always keeping my eyes open for the flesh eaters and anyone who may need our help but there's nothing. It's nothing but a ghost town now. When we would finish in town, we would head back to the house to keep in shape. I mean with our bodies and shooting skills. It's always good to be one step ahead than 3 steps back.
Notes
I just thought I would let you know that this story will be in italics until the present day when Violet is 15 and getting close to coming in contact with Avenged.
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On this day 4 years ago, we lost a great man, brother, band mate, and son. Rock In Peace Jimmy "The Rev'' Sullivan...my inspiration and most importantly my hero because without your laughter, and crazy times...I would have never made it.
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3/31/16