Rhonda Gedling Episode One

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, New York, Hamsford

It was tiresome. As always. Never ceased to change in anyway.
Hadn’t gotten any easier. I’ve struggled in life. Always have. Always will. I’m a single woman in her early thirties. Thirty two to be exact if you were interested. No children. My childhood wasn’t really easy either. My family have never been ones for great jobs and great wages. None of us were smart enough to get that. But we were
We respected life and what it had given us. I wasn’t given the easiest of lives. I’ve been homeless four times. Witnessed my brother get shot outside our house when I was ten all because of some petty cash he owed to some local drug guy. I also witnessed my sister get raped by her ex boyfriend when I was twelve. She was seventeen.
Not an easy life. But, you just get on with it. Get free of trouble and rule your own kingdom.
To keep my Kingdom afloat. I worked three jobs. Three cleaning jobs. I wanted a fourth but I was struggling to find one. So I had to stick with the three in the time being. I worked my guts off from early hours at half six in the morning to eight in the evening.
Absolutely gagging for energy at the end of the day. But I had to carry on. That’s how life goes. First stop was the factory which was three bus journeys away. I had a few people that I knew there. People that I had grown fond of. I didn’t tend to trust easily so keeping my distance seemed natural. But they had grown on me.
She was a young girl. At twenty years she had seen quite a bit in her life too. Like me. A bright sky we had to paint ourselves. We were happy girls and then there was
The oldest of us all. Fifty. Stern but knew how to crack a joke. We all got along majorly which helped me through the tiresome day. The next job I had after that was at McKings. A fast food chain. I was always on standby to clean some shit up and always up for the task to serve the customers. The last job was at a shopping mall and that was that. All jobs a decent wage and they kept my heart going. That’s all you need with sprinkles of laughter along the way.
I blew out. Closed the door and the sound of it echoed across the hall. Chucked my shoes off and watched them travel along the hall and ripped everything else off. A nice hot bath had to be on the agenda. It just had to be. My aching bones screamed and I had to listen. Heal them. For the morning after.
“You’re getting old Rhonda”
I strolled around naked for awhile.
That was the best thing about living alone. You could do anything you want without anybody having any objections. I looked in the mirror. Stared. Felt my skin and turned so my butt showed sideways.
“Still got it,” I said, “still looking good”
I puffed out. Feeling tender, like I was going to drop at any minute.
“You miss, need a holiday”
One thing about having a bath is waiting around for it. I wanted one. I wanted one now. I listened to it run as I sat beside the tub.
Why did the hot tap have to run slower than the cold?
I was nearly dropping, “Finally,” I said
It was done.
I pushed my arm through the water to mix in the cold and the hot. The temperature was spot on and my body cried out for some TLC. One leg over.
The second leg over
I eased my body in and felt the scorch wrap around me. I could do nothing but smile and let the world outside.
“You deserve this girl”
The room was then shrouded by darkness. My eyesight suddenly blackened and the world was no more
The dream was good. The dream was great.
One of those where you didn’t want it to end. My life was different.
My life was a whole new meaning. I had a husband. Kids. A large family around the table on a Christmas evening. Everything was just spot on. The house was large and my husband was buff. A big sexy man. It couldn’t get any better than that. It was so good I thought it was real. Until…
I woke, “What the…”
The voice was panicky. Startled. I jumped out of the tub and walked through the steam. Wafting it away. I grabbed a towel. Two towels. Opened the door and hurried, curiously, toward the door. I looked.
My sister.
I unlocked the door and she scurried through, “Elaine?”
She wandered off into my small- basic- living room and switched on my small- basic- TV.
“Have you seen the news?” She asked
She was concerned.
My heart was now racing too. Relaxation gone.
“What’re you on about… what’s wrong?”
The news was now on. Visible to my eyes and what I saw was nothing short of a nightmare.
“Oh my god,” I said

Rhonda Gedling Episode Two

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, New York, Hamsford

Another day
Another dollar
Had come and gone. Tired once again. Tired… as always. The weekend was here and I had it off. Which was always welcome.
I stripped off
Ran the bath
And ploud myself into the depths of my dreams. My bones ached. But, I couldn’t feel them. My head ached. But, I couldn’t feel it. I was asleep. My head, rested up against the soft material at the end of the bathtub. The dream was always the same. The dream about a big family
A big gathering
A big everything
Nothing was boring in that world for me. Strangely, the house was the same. The people were the same. And the husband was the same.
It was just one of those things. Something that you want but you can’t seem to get hold of. I don’t know. Perhaps it was never meant to be?

Lightness of the bathroom surroundings drifted back in and I was awake once more. The candles glowed it’s flavoured flame and it shimmered, danced, to soundless music. My eyes were dimmed. Still trying to get their focus back. I didn’t want to get out, but the water was cooling down, so there was only one thing to do. Get my pyjamas on. Sit back with a hot cup of coco and watch some bullshit on TV.
I lifted my warn down body out of the tub.
One leg
The other
Grabbed the towel. Dried myself off and turned off the bathroom light and blew out the candles. It didn’t seem long since I had finished work the way my body felt, but it had been hours. I looked at the clock that ticked in the living room.
“I haven’t been asleep that long surely”
I didn’t care. I didn’t have anything to do the next day.
No work
No nothing
I made everything up and collapsed on to the sofa. The aroma of the coco floated into the air. It was welcoming.
Nothing else was like it. Normally I had wine, but that night was a coco night.
Feet up
Nothing else in the world to disturb me.
“This is the life,” I said, “fuck the world”
Something I didn’t want to see. Something I never wanted to see.
But I had to watch it. To dive into it. To be in the know. It was the first thing that came onto the screen because I left it on there the night before. It grabbed me
Pulled me in
And I was suddenly staring at the screen.
For them to have some good news. It was about that virus that had broken out in California. A city called Ashford. I watched on and dragged the words into my ears.
“Many people have lost their lives, the sick and the people who’ve been hurt by the sick, the things we know about this illness, is that once you’re infected, it sends you into a craze, but you don’t just assault people, kick and punch people to death, you bite them and that’s one of the many ways you catch the disease. Earlier I found out that the virus has unfortunately spread outside of the quarantined zones here in Ashford city from people escaping back to their home countries or home towns in parts of the US. However, we have been told that these people are now in quarantined zones in their local hospitals and are being dealt with in the right manner where nobody can reach them other than the people that need to. We still don’t know the cause of this breakout, but when we do, you will know immediately”
I watched as the news reporter read it out. Behind her were streets of the city where it had all happened.
The army
All locked and stocked. Wearing armour and other protection. Ambulances with police and army escorts rushed by from time to time.
Another day
Another nail into the coffin
“Jesus,” I said

And the rest.
I was asleep once more. I shot up. Shook myself awake and ran to the door. It was my sister. She shouted through the letterbox.
I opened the door, “What’s wrong?”
“I tried ringing you, I tried kicking down the door, I was worried”
“You came all this way?” I asked
She was shaking. I guided her in and sat her down. Made her a cup of coffee and sat down beside her. She stared into nothingness.
I broke the silence.
“I need to ask you something?” She said
She looked at me. A look that turned me.
“Sis, what’s wrong?”
I could feel her nerves
Her apprehension
Something was bothering her. It wasn’t just me she was bothered about. How I wasn’t answering the door or phone. It was something else.
And I was going to get to the bottom of it. I needed to know what was wrong.
“Sis, tell me, please”
“You know I don’t always ask you for things right?”
“Of course”
“I need you to do me a favour”
“Anything sis,” I said
“I need you to drive me to Ashford”
Was she really asking me this?
Why the hell did she want to go there?
Was she crazy?
Out of her mind?
I shook my head in disbelief and gave her a look that said it all.
“Why do you want to go there?”
“Mom,” she said, “she messaged me not long ago asking for help”
“I’m not doing it, I’m not saving that whore”
“She’s our mom”
“She left us! We asked for help many times, did she give it to us? Did she? No!”
“We only get one mom and she’s in trouble, please, Rhonda… I’ll go myself if you don’t take me”
I waited
Waited for myself to come up with an answer.
She got up and walked away. It made me think quickly. A quick dash toward the words I needed.
“Ok!” I said
She turned and the look lasted a few moments. Before I spoke. I could hear her thoughts begging me
“I’ll drive you”


Rhonda Gedling Episode Three

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, near Ashford city, California

“Mom,” I said, a little girl, nine years old, appearing at the side of my mother’s bedroom, the door was slightly open and I could hear noises. I looked in.
The bed creaked like crazy. Up and down up and down up and down. Going through my ears. Irritating me as I tried to sleep for school the next day. I thought there was something wrong, so I took a short trip down the shit- hole- corridor. Weaving in and out of all the trash and making sure my feet didn’t step on any needles.
That’s right
I looked through and heard my mom gasping. Breathing heavily with pleasure. It was horrible to see. As a kid. Having a mom like her we didn’t know what man she was going to bring home next.
“It pays the bills,” mum always said, “you’ll understand when you’re older”
The man caught me looking.
He slung my mom off of him. Walked toward the door, kicking some crap out of the way. Looked down at me, smiled and slammed the door and got back to business.

I woke up in the car. We had stopped at a rest stop. It was still dark outside, but the sky was beginning to get lighter.
I was still tired
For obvious reasons. All I wanted to do was stay at home and relax, but my sister being my sister. I couldn’t turn it down. She was still asleep. I’d say we were about half way till we reached it. our destination.
Our mother
The crack whore
That’s all I’ve ever called her. Still, it dazzled me how my sister still held hope for her. After so long.
This long
Ten years with no contact. I couldn’t believe it. I looked and brushed her hair away from her eye and smiled.
“How can you be so stupid?” I said
I got out the car and looked at the emptiness in front of me. Space for thought. Space to shout my pain away and throw it for miles.
“All of this is going to be for nothing,” I said to myself
The door then opened and out came my sister. She probably heard everything. Listened to every word. I looked around and smiled as she walked to my side of the car, my small little green thing, Samantha. I always named my cars.
“It’s not you know,” she said
She stood right next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. The air was warm and the sky was slowly getting brighter.
“What?” I asked
“A waste of time”
“She won’t thank us”
“She’s still our mom”
We had been through a lot of hardships. Up and downs. Left and rights.
With a huge wall that was near enough impossible to climb. We had nearly starved my sister and I, but we were there for each other.
Always have
Always will
We had never needed her, my mom. She had disappeared and had never even bothered searching for us when we were homeless. Never even fucking bothered.
Is a strong word, but that’s how I felt. She was selfish, always has been, always will be. Why couldn’t my sister see that?
“A mom who didn’t care about her kids”
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said
I cut her off.
“Because you was there when it was happening, you was there when you and I had to find a shelter when we were only little, you were there when we had to find our own food, we nearly died and where was she? Out there selling her body and taking crack”
“It’s hard to think sometimes, I know, but love is what matters here,” she told
“I don’t feel it, it ran out along time ago,” I said
I saw her face. Her emotions were strong and I could feel it hitting my heart. Trying to search for it. Trying to see if there was any hope, but my eyes said it all. My emotionless face made it obvious.
“You hate her?”
“I despise her,” I told
A tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head and turned like she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it? That should be the other way round shouldn’t it? It should be I couldn’t believe she still loved her.
Shouldn’t it?
But that’s how I felt and that’s how I’ll always feel.
“We had hard times, Rhonda and we got through it, but I’ve always wanted mom back, always, because mom’s are the strength that any child needs, no matter what age”
“I’m perfectly capable and so are you, we’ve both had to learn how to stay strong through all the shit, don’t drag yourself down and think you’re weak because that is dangerous, mom will only drag you down even further”
“Then why did you come?” She asked
“Because I love you and I’ll do anything to keep you safe”
“All this stuff, it said earlier on the radio that this disease is spreading, there’s been cases in the UK now”
“Jesus,” I said
“It’s getting worse”
“It’ll be fine, we always find a way,” I told, I got back in the car, “come on, let’s go save our crack whore mom”
We got in Samantha and restarted the journey. Not knowing what we were heading into. Not knowing if we’d succeed


Rhonda Gedling Episode Four

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Ashford City, California

It was a hot day. The sky was blue but it didn’t reflect the mood at all. We sat in the car and looked out. It was utter mayhem and it looked like the police and all were having trouble in containing it.
“This looks bad,” I said
“We just need to get through and get to mum,” she said
People all over were trying to get out and the authorities were trying to stop them for some reason.
A loudspeaker, “please, remain calm, all relatives need to be checked for infection before leaving the city”
But nobody was calm. It was total anarchy.
“We’re going to have to get out,” Elaine said
She got out and without warning was nearly ran over.
“Jesus!” She shouted, “you fucking idiot!”
I got out and ran around to see to her. She was stunned.
“You ok?”
“Yeah I think so,” she said, “that was close huh”
“More than close, I could’ve lost you”
Were stacked in queues all over the place. Going in and coming out. The highway was a mess. Helicopters in the sky. News reporters trying to get a look in. Cops and the army trying to calm things.
trying to be heard over the panic.
One woman was lent over who what I assumed was her husband. She cried on his shoulder.
Emotions flying high as she said, “I want my son!”
The level of noise and the intensity was enormous. I couldn’t here a thing. My sister shouted over to me and showed me her phone. It said.
“Mom, where are you?!” She asked, “where?!”
She couldn’t hear her. Stress, everything, was getting to her as her face slumped down to a new level.
“I can’t hear you mom!”
The phone must’ve died. She put it in her pocket. Jumped onto the car and stared into the ocean of frightened people. I was shoved. I got knocked into the car and I looked round. Two men were walking fast into the crowd. Both with their hands in their pockets.
“Can you see her?!” I shouted
“No!” She said, “We need to get closer!”
She got off the roof of the car and began to run toward the crowd.
“Elaine, don’t!”
She couldn’t hear me.
“Elaine, stop!’
She vanished into the crowd. I had no choice but to follow. My heart raced. Worry outweighing everything else.
I couldn’t see her. I had little glimpses here and there.
But then
She was gone in a flash. In a blink. I tried to push passed people, but I couldn’t do it quick enough. I was on my own.
For my sister. I saw the two men again. Average size, oldish looking with beards and sunglasses. They wore black huddies which were over their heads. They walked through the crowd like it wasn’t even there, so I followed behind. I followed to get through. They got through easily. I looked left and right whilst I walked behind them.
No sight of her.
I looked forward. I then watched as the two men took out their guns and began firing at the police. Many people took to the ground. The others scarpered. I took it as a chance to get a look at the unfilled spaces.
“Put the gun down!” I heard
They didn’t. They just kept firing.
“Where are you?” I said to myself
I looked around once more ignoring the chaos. It was then I clocked her.
It wasn’t Elaine. It was mom. She was on the other side of the line of the police and army trying to get through the chaos that was in there also.
The police couldn’t control it
The army were struggling
I shouted once more, “Elaine!”
“Rhonda!” I heard
I focused and tried to sharpen my eyes. I saw her not so far away behind a car. Her head was just peeping over.
I smiled, “are you ok?!” I said
“Yeah, are you?!”
“Yes, I’ve found mom!”
“Behind the police, she’s trying to get through”
Another gun shot. Then many more came with more cries along the way. But, it wasn’t the two men that had shot before. They were dead. I looked closely and saw something stirring behind the line. The police started to look uneasy
More shots. What was it?
“How can we get to mom?” She asked
I wanted to do this for her. Not mom. For my sister. The only family I felt I had left.
“Come on!” I said, “they look occupied!”
The army and police were busy at both ends. What ever was going on behind them was a mystery. All I wanted to do was get to my dead- beat- mom and get the hell out of dodge.
“Mom!” Elaine shouted
“Girls!” She said, her face said it all, “Oh thank god!”
She tried to push through the gap that had appeared. Many people were doing the same.
Another shot
Another blare
The long line was beginning to part.
I pointed, “over there!”
Everybody was aiming in the same direction
Every cop
Every soldier
Some were even running. The civilians were also.
“Mom, come on!” Elaine told
“Hey stop!” a policeman said
But we ignored him. We dragged her out. Ran toward the car and heard the turmoil worsening behind us. We ran. Ran so hard. Our legs pumped and we barged passed anyone that got in our way.
“Mom, come on!” Elaine shouted
She was lagging behind. She looked exhausted. Her white blouse sagged from her body. Her trousers were ripped and she had no shoes. We went back for her, picked her up and sprinted toward the car. We slammed into the car. Our hearts beat out of our chests. Elaine pushed mom in and began to get in herself. Before looking around in shock. I heard the call from Elaine telling me to get in.
I did
And we were on our way
“Hold on guys!” I told
A man then dived onto the window screen. Cracking it with his head. Head-butting it. Punching it.
His face Bloody
Screaming into the cracked glass. Screaming right at me
His eyes looking crazed


Rhonda Gedling Mid- Season Finale

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Ashford City, California

His eyes
His face
Were pressed up against the window screen. Pressing hard into it as he punched and head-butted it. Blood splattered as his head hit.
“Oh god!” Elaine cried
Another one came from the side. Smashed the window with its fist. The crazed woman lent in and grabbed my mom, who tried to move away, by the hair. Machine guns going off everywhere.
One here
The other
It was a war zone and we. In the car. was near to the middle.
“Mom!” Elaine bellowed
Mom took out a gun. Shot the woman straight in the head and looked as if nothing happened. She was soaked in blood.
Her blouse
Her face
She looked like one of them. The dead woman must’ve took a chunk of her hair because the woman’s hand had lots of it. She aimed the gun my way this time and shot the man on the window screen. Now dead.
The car rocked
People crashing into it. People fighting all around us. Running in desperation, trying to get away. Some people cried next to loved ones who’ve been taken.
“Go!” Mom told
I put my foot on the gas and we took off. The rocking of the car made the body slip away.
“Jesus!” Mom said, “there’s one chasing us!”
She aimed the gun out with a perfect shot. She was dead. She wasn’t chasing us no more.
“I knew this would come in handy,” she said
“Where’d you get that from?” I asked
“Stole it years ago from a friend”
“One of your clients don’t you mean?” I said
“I’m out of it now,” she told, “I don’t do that no more”
We dodged people who had ran a long way. Away from the turmoil.
Away from the catastrophe
It was a mess back there. What I saw chilled me to the bone. We had just been in that. We had gotten out of it. If it weren’t for my mom and her crazy ways we would’ve been dead and buried like the rest. We saw it disappear in the distance.

A long road. Nothing but the recent past blasting our minds with dreaded thoughts. Dreaded thoughts of people being torn to pieces. Torn to pieces by other people. People crying next to others. Loved ones.
All freezing our hearts. Sending chills up our spines. Utter silence grabbed the atmosphere. we couldn’t speak, we didn’t say a word. Just the wind coming through the shattered glass. It lasted for awhile and finally.
“What a day,” mom said
“We could’ve died,” I told
“But we’re still here,” she said
“I don’t feel too good,” Elaine spoke
I looked in the mirror. She had changed colour dramatically.
“Are you ok?”
“Stop I’m going to be sick”
I stopped. She opened the door and the sound of her throwing her guts up made me churn. Mom rubbed her back like she was a kid again. Her face looking concerned.
Deep down inside I had a feeling. A feeling that she didn’t actually give a crap. Maybe it was just the bad taste I had in my mind.
The past
The experiences of my childhood
And then there she was right behind me. The woman that had caused the bad taste in my mouth for all those years
Rescued by me
Rescued by Elaine
By both of us
Who’d thought? I didn’t.
“It’s been along time Rhonda,” she spoke
I looked in the mirror and saw her gaze. Her eyes looking right at me. Full of sorrow.
“Ten years to be exact,” I said
“Wow, a decade”
It was uncomfortable. I didn’t want to feel like I was talking to a friend. I wanted to keep that distance. I had nothing to say to her. No words chilling in the fridge just for her.
“I’m sorry”
“Don’t,” I said, “don’t start, don’t you dare”
“Give me a chance to explain”-
“You had your chance”
“Then why are you here?” She asked
“Because I didn’t want my sister to go alone, I didn’t want my sister to be in danger for some one like you”
It was getting heated. The temperature had risen in the car.
All around us
In my head
In my heart
My blood boiled
“I deserve that, I deserve for you to be angry with me after what I put you through”
“Shut the fuck up,” I told
Elaine came back into the car.
Looking spent
“Let’s not argue,” she pleaded, “please, we’re a family”
I looked at her. I tried to tape my mouth together. I didn’t want to upset her anymore.
“I love you two, you’re my daughters, I didn’t mean to do what I did”
I got out the car and walked onto the barren ground. The sun hit me. I felt it, but I didn’t. I was numb from the day. I didn’t need it. All I wanted was for everything to be back to normal.
Back to my jobs
Back to my home
Things were changing too quick. I couldn’t handle it.
A hand touched my shoulder, “Rhonda,” it was her, “I understand why you’d wish to hurt me”
I let her talk. I couldn’t talk at that moment. I was being weighed down by it all.
“I deserve everything that you feel toward me, but I love you, I was a horrible mom, I don’t deserve kids… when your brother died I went into a deep depression and turned to drugs, it was foolish of me, I lost my job, I lost our home and I turned to selling my body, I got desperate and I abandoned you two”
“Is that it,” I turned to face her, I smiled at her with a tear running down my cheek, “are you done with your pathetic sob story”
A car then came speeding down the road. It was all over the place.
Something was terribly wrong. It flipped over in the end. I was reluctant at first, but I decided to run over and see if I could help. Running in the scorching sun made me feel fatigued easily. I had to keep running. I had to see if they were ok.
I opened the door and saw a man panting with emotion, “I’m so sorry”
He was still in his seatbelt. Sitting there with blood on his face.
I looked over and saw a dead woman. I looked at the back and saw a child.
Both dead.
I put my hand to my mouth and felt the tears once again stream from my eyes
He looked at me with pleading eyes, “help us… please”
I tried to help
I tried so hard
And all of a sudden. Out of nowhere. The woman woke up beside him. Grabbed hold of him and chewed into his shoulder. He bellowed a large bellow. I fell back and hit my head on the door and fell to the floor. I watched it unfold in front of me in horror. He struggled. Tried to get her off.
“Get back Rhonda!” Mom shouted
She opened fire on her and him. Both shot clean in the heads. Blood sprayed all over.
“What’re you doing?!” I demanded
“It was for the best, trust me, you get infected and you turn into one of those things, I’ve seen it happen”
“Get away from me you sick bitch!”
I went back to the car and slammed my fists into the steering wheel.
Was this my life now?
Was this it for me?


Rhonda Gedling Mid- Season Premiere

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Motel Liz, outside Colorado

We faced horror
We had faced death
We had faced it all
Now things were quiet. Things weren’t what it was. We had driven far
Non stop
Now we had stopped off at a motel in the middle of nowhere.
A subdued environment to clear our heads and figure out the next step. I stood outside and gazed at the long road we had spent hours on, the floor painted by the sun, open fields in front of me with distant mountains.
“Did you sleep well?” I heard
I looked around and saw my sister standing at the door.
My smile was effete, “not really… you?”
She came and joined me. Stood next to me and looked out into the open.
“Not really, impossible to”
“Screw it,” I said, I took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it, Elaine gave me a look, “not now, sis”
“I was going to ask you for one”
I was shocked
Of course
Reason being because she hadn’t smoked for awhile. Longer than me actually. She had stopped six years ago. Me being four.
“Wow, you haven’t smoked for along time,” I said
“The worlds fucked, why not?”
“We don’t know that”
I gave her one. I lit hers for her and we both blew out the poison together into the warm break- of- day- breeze.
“Ashford is a shambles, it’s spread across the entire world, no news about a cure, no news just bad news about more people getting ill, more people being eaten alive…” she paused and looked my way, “we’re fucked, so I’m gonna smoke”
A bit of wind blew and a bit of dirt blew toward us from the floor. It felt like a sign really.
You know
How reality
Real life
Actually was at that moment. A piece of dirt that had wrapped itself around you and continued to choke you whilst tying your legs together in a strong hold. That’s how it felt, so it fit.
“Just goes to show,” I said, “old habits are the best habits”
“We suck at keeping promises that’s for sure, to ourselves anyway”
We heard the door open. Heard a voice that would never cease to grab my heart in a bad way.
“You girls been out here all this time?” Mom asked
“Yeah,” I said
I blew out more poison and imagined her face as the smoke. I could draw it. That’s how long the image had stayed with me. Until the smoke passed on, but I’d never forget it.
Smoke and mirrors
Fake love
She was just using us of course. Using us to save her own skin.
I had to do it for Elaine. Until she found out for herself that is that our mom was
A wet dollar note that is only useful to buy cheap soda.
Nothing more
“So quiet out here,” mom observed, “its hard to think that the world is turning to shit”
I got fed up of all the negativity. I got fed up of mom.
I huffed
Shook my head
And walked away from it. I couldn’t cope with it. I already felt unassured.
That if I was brought down any further I was afraid that I might just…
“Where are you going?” Elaine asked
I answered, not turning to answer, “Just for a walk”
“Aren’t we leaving soon?”
“I’m in no rush”
The area was Desolate. Nobody around. You saw somebody sometimes.
Coming in
Coming out
Cleaning rooms to get them ready for the next guest. It felt great that I was able to just venture out without nobody asking questions.
No cars
No traffic
To some extent no people other than cleaners coming in and out of rooms
It was just me clearing my head on a delicious walk with the sun.
Thoughts passing my mind. Passing my eyes. Thoughts leading to thoughts that told me everything was going to be alright.
We’d find a way. A way to get us out of this mess.
The quicksand
A cure maybe?
Something that would give us hope. Other wonders led to me watching my sister die in some kind of tragedy hit scenery. Getting jumped
By those things
Me managing to escape whilst Elaine was jumped on.
Her shouting help me help me. It was enough for me to bash them thoughts away and concentrate on the present.
I turned myself back on. Straight into the now and looked upon the fields of emptiness. Nothing in sight for miles. Usually you see the outlines of a city.
But not from there
It was serenity at its finest
I looked behind me and a man. About my age.
Kinda handsome
Began walking toward me. As he got closer I noticed how tired he looked. He smiled my way and stood next to me, his tanned skin glowed in the son.
He was cute I guess…
“Deep thoughts?” He asked
His voice caring, seductive.
I looked his way, smiled, and looked back at the vista, “Oh, yeah I guess”
“There’s a lot going on”
He was just a little bit taller than me.
“The world collapsing before our very eyes don’t you mean?” I said
He nodded, “that too, the other being a beautiful woman standing before me”
I looked his way.
This time
The look was longer


Rhonda Gedling Episode Seven

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling,
Motel Liz, outside Colorado

The voices spoke. The wind blew and the theme darkened. We were in a quilt cover. One that had covered us and surrounded us with fakeness. The world inside was different to one that was outside.
Hiding around the corner. It was only a matter of time. I enjoyed the moment while it lasted. The news was on and it was the same old story.
The disease
The virus
What ever it was that had created such a monstrosity.
Of course
Had suddenly risen, but for the time being. We weren’t near the hole where the things were crawling out of.

Myself, Elaine and my crack whore mother were basically the only ones there. A few others were around but that was it.
No more
We sat in the small area at the front of the motel with the crappy little telly on the wall. The reception wasn’t great, but it kept us informed. I heard a familiar name mentioned in the list of the cities that had been infected.
It chilled me
Baked my heart
“New York, ” the reporter said
“No work for you then”
The person who said that was the man who I had met that morning, Ricky. The handsome fellow who called me beautiful.
Never had I been called that before.
“I wasn’t in no rush anyway, I like it here”
“It’s getting worse out there, hell, we might not even be here tomorrow”
“Don’t say that,” I said, “you sound like my sister”
“Sorry, it’s hard to stay positive you know”
Staying positive, we had to. There was no way I was going to be dragged any lower like my sister and mom. They both thought it was the end of the world.
Things were bad
Very bad
But I wasn’t going to let that drag me down that one mile more where I’d find it impossible to get out. The bad thoughts were dwindling yes, but not all the time.
I could still smile.
Crack a joke
I wanted to keep smiling
Or I would never smile
“Keep smiling,” I told, “we have to”
“You’re very brave,” he said, “I can see it, you’ve been through a lot?”
“Something I don’t talk about to just anyone”
“Me too,” he said, “where I came from, you had no choice”
“We have a story to tell then,” I said
“Sounds like we do”
I got up and walked away. I was tired, but a fire
A hunger
A sensation
Burned my insides and it needed putting out. He was a sexy guy with a seducing smile. Fucking him was suddenly on my list.
I had no idea what came over me.
I turned to him, “you aren’t married are you?”
“I was”
I grabbed his hand. He got up and he followed me.
“Am I in trouble?”
“No, I’m just horny”
“Do I have a say in this?”
“When’s the last time you had sex?” I asked
“Wow,” he looked shocked, “a little personal”
“Just answer the question”
He looked to the ceiling and thought hard, “say around, five months… you?”
“Over a year”
I took him into my room. It was empty. Mom and sis were somewhere else. I Slammed the door and locked it. Turned to face him. Dragged him close
And began kissing him. There was something about him that I couldn’t resist. I tore at his shirt and went wild. I pushed him on to the bed. We were all over each other.
His shirt
My shirt
His pants
My pants
Was off. On the floor and his smooth skin was felt with my touch. My breath connected with his. Our eyes making contact with each deep kiss.
“If I knew this was going to happen,” he breathed deep, “I would’ve prepared”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” I laughed
“Yeah I get like that”
“Shut up and kiss me”
We were lost. In our own little world’s. Our world’s now connected.
Our bodies
He swung me around. Now he was on top. His brown eyes looking into my blue. We stared it out.
And he began to take them down, softly, my black underwear. I’m not one for colours, but if I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve brought a sexier pair.
Maybe not…
He lent in. Thrust his hips hard. He took my breath away.
“Hello there,” I said
“Not the first time a woman’s said that,” he grinned
“Shut up and fuck me”
I licked my lips and he moved his hips in and out in and out.
“Oh my god,” I said
His hips were powerful. His slim frame pounded into mine with heavy smacking sounds. His breath
Connecting with mine along with his eyes. We kissed deeply for quite sometime. Letting go into another stare.
I flipped him over and began riding him hard. I grabbed hold of his chest and moved in and out. I looked up and smiled as I felt his hand grab my breast.
His breath drew deeper and deeper and that was that.
It was finished
I laid next to him, his arm around me, “You didn’t last long”
“I did say it’s been awhile, it happens”
“You didn’t disappoint,” I told
“Good to know,” he smiled, “you want a drink, coffee, tea?”
“Make it a coffee”
“Coming right up”
I watched him get out of bed. His cute little behind stared at me whilst he clothed himself.
“Don’t be long,” I said
He looked back and smiled
“Be a minute”

I had fallen asleep. I woke up with the sun shining it’s gaze through my window. Sis was asleep next to me. Mom was on the other. I looked around and jittered. A man stood over me.
It wasn’t him.
It wasn’t Ricky
The man smiled a sinister smile
“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded

Rhonda Gedling Episode Eight

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, Motel Liz, outside Colorado

The man didn’t answer me. He just stared. Making me feel awkward. I was frozen. Scared for a short amount of time.
His face
Were vacant
“Eddie,” Ricky said
He didn’t answer. His smile sinister.
“Eddie, what’re you doing in here?”
“Who’s she?” He asked
“It doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be in here little bro, come on”
He guided him out
And walked toward me
“Sorry about that,” he said
“It’s ok,” I said, “is he alright?”
I could tell he didn’t want to answer the question. It was none of my business. I knew that.
“He’s fine”
And that was that. No more was said about his mysterious little brother. He laid down on the bed with me and huffed. We tried not to wake Elaine. The mood was low all of a sudden.
I could tell
I could see it in his eyes
“What’s the matter?” I asked
“Nothing,” he said, “I’m fine”
“If you don’t tell me I won’t be able to help you, this might be the last time you see me”
“You leaving today?”
He sat up and came toward me. He didn’t want me to leave. He wanted me to stay. Deep down I wanted too, but somewhere inside I missed my little kingdom.
“I need to go at some point”
“You can stay, I’ve never met anyone like you before”
“Come on, a man like you, of course you have, plus you’re charging me per night, I will leave at some point”
“You can stay for free”
“You can’t do that”
“I can, it’s my motel”
“I’m not a free loader, it’s your business, you need the money”
“Not from you,” he told
“You don’t even know me”
“I’ll get to know you”
He lent in
Stared into my eyes and kissed me. The kiss felt different. Like he was trying to convince me.
He was
“It’s not going to work”
“I feel alone,” he said, “I haven’t got anybody”
“You’ve got your family”
“My brother has no emotion, he’s like a fucking branch, he doesn’t say a word, I can’t have a conversation with him and my mom…”
He stopped talking. That was that.
An ending to something that didn’t have an answer. It got me wondering.
“What about your mom?” I asked
“I’ve just met you, I’m not going to tell you”
“Sorry for asking”
He looked at me, sighed and laid back down. Looking up at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’ve been here for years, just me and my brother”
“Haven’t you ever gone anywhere?”
“Like where?”
“I don’t know, on a vacation, anywhere?”
He shook his head. I then felt something. Something that he was probably trying to make me feel from the start. He was trying to convince me to stay.
Trying to convince me to not leave him
Trying to convince me to never walk out the door
He sighed again. A deeper exhale.
“Could never afford it, I’ve been here since I can remember, my mom once ran this place, then…”
There it was again.
The stop
The pause
What was it about his mom that he didn’t want to reveal?
What was it that he didn’t want to tell?
I grew concerned, but I didn’t ask. I just let him be.
“My mom got ill and I had to take over,” he said
I laid next to him.
“I’m sorry, is she ok?”
“No, she passed away”
“Ricky, I’m”-
“Don’t say sorry, it isn’t your fault, it’s not any bodies fault, I should’ve done something, but I didn’t, I should’ve got her to the hospital, but I didn’t, I just watched her suffer and I…”
He got up and walked away. He shook his head in anger. Like he felt ashamed
He was angry for telling me
“Listen, if you want to leave I don’t blame you, just say goodbye when you do”
He just changed. Once a soft tone then a strong- angry- tone. I didn’t say a word. I just let him walk out and close the door. Leaving me with nothing but puzzles.
Puzzles of him
Puzzles of what he’d just said
“I know you’re awake,” I said
“I can’t help it when you’re kissing next to me”
Mom suddenly stirred and faced me from the couch. She smiled and giggled.
“He’s a hotty I’ll give you that,” she said
“Don’t start,” I said
They both started to laugh. I got up and walked toward the door.
“Was he big?” Mom asked
She showed a curious face and so did my sister.
Both wanted to know
Both wanted to imagine
“What?” I asked
“Come on, don’t play stupid, we know what you were up to, I tried to get in but the door was locked”
“I might not have wanted to be disturbed”
Mom tilted her head, “I saw him come out the room”
She knew what was up. It was like she had looked into my mind and turned a page like a comic book.
My sister also
“You were either masturbating, or… he was making you a little wider”
I cringed, “you’re disgusting”
Having a laugh and a joke with mom wasn’t one of my priorities, so I walked out and introduced myself to the new day. A few people were lining up at the desk. Ricky looked over and looked back to serve the customer. He gave her the key and she took a young girl with her. The next customer was a large man. Ricky cracked a joke with him about his height and he gave him the key to his room. The customer laughed and walked to his room. I looked up at him as he walked. He was huge.
He watched me walking over, “sorry about earlier”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it”
He then looked over at a room and scurried over.
The door was open
Like it wasn’t meant to be
A sign saying cleaning in progress was plastered on the door. His brother came walking out.
“I told you not to go in there,” he said
I looked in and saw an elderly woman chained to the far side radiator.
Looking exhausted
Trying to get to us with her hands stretched out. Her mouth was masked, but you could still here the cries. But, she wasn’t any old elderly woman. She was infected.
“What the hell,” I said
Fear was rammed down my throat. He then grabbed me and stared into my eyes. Another stare that meant something else…
Something stronger.
“Don’t say a word… please”


Rhonda Gedling’s Season Finale

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, 26/07/2016, Motel Liz, outside Colorado

I stared into his changed eyes. Even his eyes looked like they had changed colour.
Like himself
His emotions
Everything about him had changed
And now I was left there standing with a man who I once
Was a nice guy. Now held a knife to my stomach.
“Go on,” I said, “do it”
His eyes flickered.
His face flinched
Deep down inside, I knew, he had realised he had run down the wrong road.
A dead end
Now he was the bad guy.
“You really want me to?”
“Do I have a choice?” I asked
“You could’ve meant something to me,” he said
“Do you fall easily for people?” 
“No, just people that I have a connection with,” he answered
“Now you’re going to kill me?”
A door then opened
My mom then appeared from out of the room. She looked panic stricken
A little love was shown
She was worried for me
She walked back inside and came back out with her gun. She lifted it
“Get your hands off my daughter”
His eyes widened and at that same moment, the woman with her young daughter came walking out of theirs. The shape had suddenly changed from a square to a circle
No corners
No exits
Somebody was going to get hurt.
Somebody was going to be left with blood on their hands. I looked to my right and saw the mother take her daughter back inside their room. A few seconds looking through a window of violence had penetrated the poor girls mind.
He looked around and saw the gun, “you going to shoot me?”
“I will if you don’t get your hands off her”
He grabbed me
Stood behind me
And marched me toward the room where his mom was.
“Your mom has a weapon, so do I”
“Don’t do this, you’ll regret it”
“My mom will die in her own time, nobody else’s,” he said, “Eddie!”
He appeared from outside, “yes brother”
“Take that gun away”
With no questions asked.
No fear
No emotions
He walked straight toward my mom. She looked shocked. She didn’t know what to do.
Should she shoot?
Should she run?
Should she just let it be?
“I swear to god I will shoot,” she told
The door slammed shut
He locked it
And it was just me, him and…
Somehow, I was slightly worried about the crack whore. Inside I feared the worst, but my sister was out there also.
Which made things a million times worse
“Elaine!” I shouted
I listened closely. Trying to get passed the sound of my drumming heart. I heard a thump.
“Sit down,” he told
I stayed standing and he forced me to sit down on the bed. He walked over to his mom and sat down next to her
Near to her
She squirmed
And hissed
She tried reaching out to grab him but she couldn’t go far. He just stared at her. Gazing into her bloody eyes. She was a mess. Her hair looked dry. Some of it was on her shoulders and floor and the skin on her face was grotesque.
“She was a great woman,” he said, “nothing in this world could bring her down, it didn’t matter what anybody said to her, or did to her, she came back stronger… until now”
I looked at him staring at his mother. He looked into her soul, if she had one left. I watched every move. I listened out. Tried to get a read on what’s happening on the other side of the door.
I broke the silence “What’re you trying to do?”
“I’m just trying to save what little I have left”
He didn’t stop gazing at his mom, like he was looking into his past. His mom was the key to all the happy memories.
The birthdays
The Christmases
Just time with her in general
But the tide had changed. The tide wasn’t bringing in love anymore. It was bringing in blood.
“And you think this is going to save it?”
“It’ll save her,” he said, “the only person who should do it… is me”
“So why haven’t you done it already?”
“Because it’s my mother”
I heard a bang then a scream.
A shout
“Get off me!”
It sounded hugely familiar.
I got up and walked toward him and let the fear be replaced by drive.
“Let me out,” I told
“I can’t do that”
“Let me out now”
“Sit down, or I release her”
“Then release her, she will go for you first”
“She might, she might not, who cares right?”
A shot then sounded. I looked him dead in the eye.
“Let me the fuck out”
He got up and gripped the knife tight. I had to think fast.
“Rhonda!” Mom shouted
“We’ll get you out””
“What have you done?!” He shouted, “where’s my brother?!”
“At hell’s gate, if you don’t let my daughter out”
I could see in his eyes that he was concerned. He was thinking about it. His brother was hurt. His mother was dear to him. He was stuck between two loved ones.
“Let me out, Ricky”
“I don’t trust you”
“My mom will do it, then who will you have?”
The next moments were tense. What will he do?
He gripped his knife once more and came toward me. I didn’t back down
Eye to eye
Nose to nose
I looked down and the knife wasn’t that far away.
“Let me out, Ricky”
His look was of frustration. He breathed heavily in and out as he looked on it anger.
He unlocked the door and Elaine and my mom were standing waiting, I fell into Elaine’s arms and mom put her arms around me also.
We all cried
One thing was wrong. One thing that would sweep the carpet from under us.
Was laid out
In the centre of the lobby…
On his front
He noticed and ran over to him, “Eddie, answer me!”
I looked at mom, “What have you done?”
“I had too,” she told, “he would’ve killed us”
“You’re going to fucking pay for this you bitch!”
He grabbed his knife and pointed it at mom, “you!”
Elaine stepped into the middle of the chaos. Waving her arms up in the air.
“Just stop!” She pleaded
She was in the way. The crack whore couldn’t get a clear shot of him. She shouted get out of the way but Elaine stood her ground.
She pleaded
“Please, no more!”
In one dying second
I would realise
The killer blow that would open a trap door from underneath my feet. A blow that would knock every wall around me down and make me realise
My sister
Was going to be no more
The sound of the knife piercing my sisters stomach sent me into darkness.
The rage
Of a loved one being badly hurt
Was now with me. She screamed in shattering pain and collapsed.
In a heap
Mom shouted “You fucker!”
She fired multiple times and he fell to the floor with a huge thud. She walked up to him and looked down with the gun clenched and shot him in the head. I closed my eyes and listened to the blasts.

Not only did I just listen.
I froze in the blackened world filled with suffering bellows.
I opened them
Felt tears stream on to my cheeks and came back into my reality.
Mom held her tight. The woman and the man came out of the wood work. The young girl watched on in horror against her door. Elaine’s face was a picture of forever words.
I looked behind me and the rage overflowed. I saw the thing that had caused it all
His mother
I whimpered with hate
Stormed over to her and released everything on to her.
She was defenceless against my blows. Every hit put her out of her misery. Every punch opened up new wounds and sooner or later.
She was gone…
I looked around and saw the woman on her phone. Pacing up and down. The man still doing all he could to cover the wound. Mom holding her up, hugging and kissing her, telling her everything was going to be ok
“Stay with me,” she pleaded
I could see she was fading
Her movements were limiting
The grip on her mom’s hand weakening. I looked on in horror. Walked over and knelt down and cried every inch of what I had left on the ground.
And in a blink
It was the end…
Of her


Graham Jackson Episode One

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Edinburgh, Scotland THE DOG WALKER

A man’s best friend. That’s what they’re indeed. I didn’t just have one though. I had three. One German shephard, three year old Bruno, one Japanese Akita, six year old Elvis and one Rottweiler, she was five, her name was Jessie. Three powerhouses. One leader. Guess who that was. The bitch wore the trouses.
She was a hot piece of ass to the lads when they all first met. Unfortunately. The males got their bollox chopped off and the female got gutted out and then that was that. No more flirting. No nothing.

I’m a fifty five year old man that’s been married three times, but I only have one child, Evelyn. My beautiful Evelyn. Daddy’s little girl. Daddy’s little princess. She was heaven to me. One look at her and a smile, even in the darkest of days, would stretch my wrinkled cheeks to their limits. She was thirty. My dear old Evelyn. Married. Kids. A good husband who worked his ass off to provide. She worked too. She was a teacher in math at the Krameford University in Glasgow. She had always been my smart little angel.

I had taken out the three stooges for a walk. My three companions. My three loves. Always at the side of me enjoying there regular walks. They were never on leads. They were too smart for that. They knew what cars were and they knew what damage they would cause. Or what damage they would cause to the cars. I never felt in danger in any way when they were with me. Even though I’d probably kick somebodies ass anyway. But, you still feel a little bit of fear. Doesn’t matter how big or small you’re. Alone walking at night. Watching your back is natural. But, when you have three big doggies at the side of you, well, nobodies going to think about trying anything.
“Bruno, come here,” I told
He moved away slightly and I had to tell him to get back in line. I was strict with them. I had to be. If you was soft they’d walk all over you.
“Bruno, come here”
Finally he came back and got back with the others. He was the curious one. The youngest one. The one with the more adventurous mind. The others were sensible and always looked at him as if to say

Calton Hill was always the place where I took my companions. Never would I take them anywhere else.
Sometimes it’s good to go other places. But, the view of the city just gave the walk that bit extra.
For me
For my mind
The dogs would sometimes bugger off and leave me to look at the delicious view and would come back in a blink from my voice. That was our relationship. They would play in the dark and I would think in the dark. The dark would consume me and the four of us would run free in it.
“Let’s go boys,” I said
Just up the hill was the viewpoint. My viewpoint. Our viewpoint.
I stopped
And let the dogs run free. They knew it was their time to wander and that’s what they did. They disappeared and I heard them playing. Barking. In the distance.
“I know you’re up there,” I said, “mother, your son is happy, I know you want me to find love, that’s what you said right? I’ve done that, I don’t need people, I have my dogs, the dogs that you loved as much as I, they protect me, I hope you’re ok up there… I’ll never forget you, tell dad I said hi”
The night lights of the city surrounded me. Each turn was a beautiful sight. I breathed. In and out and listened to the quiet. Then. It was time to go.

I whistled, “let’s go”
Nothing. No movement. No noise. I whistled again and again and there was nothing.
“Bruno… Elvis… Jessie!”
Apprehension began to grow. I was very protective over my dogs. If anything happened to them I would’ve been a loose end to the world.
I wasn’t used to them ignoring me.
“Where the hell are you?”
Finally. After many calls. They had arrived at my side once again. My head could only shake, but a smile arrived after. I was happy to see them.
“Don’t do that to me again guys”
My mum. It wasn’t long.
It didn’t seem that long ago since she passed. It never will feel that long ago. It was four years since she left the earth and joined my old man.
My father.
She was a great woman and my father was a great man. Both. Oozing with inspiration that I fed off. Both. Loved like nobody else. Both held me in different ways. My mum. Consoled me and pumped love back inside of me when I was down. My dad. Kicked me up the fucking ass and got my engine up and running again. Both. Did the job and both
“A man never earns a buck when he’s crying son”
That’s what the old man used to say. It always did the job. Always had. Always will.
“Find yourself a woman who loves you or I will find you one”
That was my mum. That’s for another time.

I closed the door and shut it behind me. The dogs abruptly ran to their water bowls. My phone buzzed. I picked it out and looked at it.
“Fucking touch screens,” I said
It was a message from my daughter. A video. I had to download it first and when I did I watched it straight a way. What I saw made my bones shake. She then began to ring me. I picked it up. Her voice seemed shaken on the other side.
“Have you watched it?” She asked
“Yeah, are you sure this is real?”
“Yes, it’s on the news, what’s happening dad?”
“I don’t know Evelyn, I don’t know”


Graham Jackson Episode Two

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Edinburgh, Scotland, THE DOG WALKER

The one I had seen was playing over and over and over again in my mind. Whilst watching it I could hear the shudder in my angels voice. The misfiring of myself trying to stay calm. Trying to keep my Evelyn calm. It was a gruesome sight. A sight where you wouldn’t believe it was real.
It was part of a movie trailer or something
Some sick joke that had been created
Surely that had to be the case. But, it wasn’t.
No way it wasn’t. If it was it would’ve took some fucked- up- minded arsehole to create such a beast. I would’ve preferred the latter. The replays in my head had me living inside of the nightmare.
People eating each other. Being shot to death.
But they were still managing to move and run toward the firing forces. What were these things? The only positive was that it was all the way over in California. Some virus had broken out that had turned everybody insane. Every bit of information had been released on YouTube and every other video site, blog site and many more.
But suddenly… gone. None of the videos were there anymore. They had Vanished.  I didn’t mind that though one bit. It had to be that way. I couldn’t watch that video again, so I was glad it had been destroyed.
It was in America. It would be under control and I was damn sure it would stay over there.
No questions asked
No nothing
That was that. I was certain. That was the only exit that I could’ve taken. A lie? MAYBE
But, it was a lie that I had to say to myself and to my circle.
To my family

It was late evening. In the living room relaxing, but, in a way, I wasn’t. My mind was still racing. Still wondering about the video. My three stooges by my side as I read a book I had been reading ever since I got it. I did nothing. Work was done and the only thing I wanted to do was relax with my dogs and bury my head into the fictional world and try and forget the horror.
Jessie let out a humongous bark that catapulted me out of the book world. I was there, in reality, once again. I shook my head and gave her the eye.
“What the fuck, Jess?”
She was at the window. A loud bark once again came from her and it set the others off too. Bruno was in the hallway and Elvis stayed seated but still alert.
“What is it?”
I moved toward the window and opened the curtains a little, but no one was there.
“All that for nothing?” I said, “fucking
I went to sit back down and she barked again. This time. I sensed something too. I went to the door and there was a knock.
Like a panic knock
A quick knock
I opened it. Not expecting any visitors or anything I wasn’t really in the mood. It was my neighbour, Pete, and he looked very shaken.
A small man
A sensitive man
A vulnerable man
“I’m sorry Gray, I was going to knock sooner,” he said
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I dunno”
“What’s wrong Pete?”
Something didn’t feel right at all. He was a bloke that was prone to panic sometimes. Even in the smallest of situations. He was older than me by two years. Like I said earlier. A skittish feller. But, he had never been like this before. Jessie’s head shoved my leg to one side and she barked at Pete making him jump. He was already nervous and that didn’t make him any better.
“Hey Jessie,” he said
“Pete, what’s wrong?”
“It’s my daughter, she’s… she isn’t well”
“And?” I said, “not to be harsh Pete, but, your the dad, what do you want me to do?”
“She isn’t well, she’s really sick”
“Pete, what do you want me to do that you, as a father, hasn’t already done?”
“She needs to go to the hospital, I can’t drive”
“How bad is she?”
“She keeps throwing up, ever since she came back from California she just hasn’t been well”
“California?” I asked
“Haven’t you been watching the news?”I asked
“I don’t want the news much”
Holy crap. I had a bad feeling.
What I had saw on the news. I now thought it was next door.
“Jesus christ, Pete”
“I’m sorry Gray, I don’t really talk to anybody else, your the only one really”
“You need to ring the ambulance, I don’t know how bad this is”
“Please, the ambulance will take too long, please, she’s really bad”
I saw the look in his eyes. The look. That was beamed my way made my heart and my head fight tooth and nail. On the other hand you had me catching this thing and everything else going wrong. And, on the other hand, you had nothing going wrong with me just doing a good deed.
I had made my mind up.
I was going to do it.
I was going to drive them both to the hospital.

One step at a time. I closed the door and heard the barks of Bruno and Jessie. Elvis didn’t seem bothered that I was suddenly going out.
But Bruno
He never liked it.
We made our way up his garden path to the front door. He opened it. I waited and he motioned me in.
“She’s upstairs, she’s not making any noise so she must be asleep”
A noise


Graham Jackson Episode Three

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Edinburgh, Scotland, THE DOG WALKER

A car horn beeped loud. My head pounded and my mind raced. Raced with questions that I was unable to answer at that moment.
Where was I?
What was that noise?
Why is it so loud?
Then… nothing. I looked around with blurred vision. My neck was stiff so I couldn’t manage much of a turn. I groaned at the pain and caught a glimpse of something.
A figure
Two figures
“Pete?” I said
No answer. I tried to lift myself up and get a better look. Vision, was still blurred. My head, still all over the place.
“Pete… Peter are you ok?”
Still no answer. I gathered all my strength and saw it. Something that would change my perspective on life.
“Holy crap,” I said
Pete was dead, but he didn’t die just by anything. He was dead by his own daughter. She was on top of him. Hammering away at his face and then. She began to eat him. All I heard were the sounds of tearing skin. I didn’t want to look anymore, but I didn’t know what to do. It felt like my whole body had been through a war. I felt wrecked.
Done for
I looked up and saw the smashed window screen and in front of me was another car that was also smashed in. My heart raced even more. I didn’t think that would’ve been possible, but it happened.
I was worried for them
About everything
Were they still alive?
What was this thing behind me?
I felt my head and blood dripped onto my fingers. I was in shock. In tatters. I moved once again and tried to aim for the door. I needed to get out. Away from all of this.
From it
From the horrific sound of tearing skin. The pain was excruciating as I tried to move. I reached for the door.
My hand weak
Everything weak
I put all my strength I had into it, but to no prevail.
I tried again and this time the desperation was greater. A deafening bellow. The sickening chewing stopped. It had heard me. Sensed me and now it was in front of me. What I saw was nothing short of something from a horror film. It grabbed at my spine and paralysed me with fear. I couldn’t move.
The only thing that was blocking her from getting to me were the seats. I was on my back. Looking up at her.
At the nightmare. At the monster that was burning a hole right through me with her crazed eyes. Her eyes were colourless and they were dripping with blood. Her skin was revolting.
It looked dead
Just like her eyes
I panicked, “holy fuck”
I tried trying the door again. Each breath took something out of me along with each push.
Each one being sucked away. I couldn’t be in that car any longer. She was slowly getting closer and sooner or later I would’ve been like Pete. I had to get out!
“You ugly bitch,” I said
Finally. After so long in waiting. The door opened and the crisp- early- morning- air raced through me. I slammed the door shut and heard the shriek. The car began to shake and bellows were getting louder and louder.
Her hands
Banged on the window and with many more hits after. The window cracked. I tried to stand, but I couldn’t. I tried to crawl, but only just.
“Crap,” I said, “come on you old fool, you can do this, get up, get the fuck up”
I could sense it, feel it… visualise it. She was coming for me. She wanted me. Unfortunately not in that way because she was one hot peice of ass.
Being the main word there.
Suddenly the window smashed and the shattered glass dropped close to me. She began to crawl through and the leftover glass sliced her whilst she crawled through the hole in the window. Her stomach bled now.
“Jesus,” I said
I got to my feet. My balance sucked. I walked over to the other car that was smashed to hell. I tried my best to rush, but I couldn’t. I reached it, looked through the window only to see four dead bodies. A whole family… killed. The mum and dad were pressed up against the staring wheel and dashboard whilst the two… two babies…
“Oh… oh man,” I said
My focus was lost till some lights appeared in the distance.
“Come on, hurry,” I said
I was getting ready. Getting ready to jump in the middle of the road to get their attention. I looked round back at my car and what I saw sickened me more. She was crawling. Bleeding out all over the floor with her guts coming out.
“What the fuck are you?” I said, “What’re you?!”
My stomach churned at the sight. At this horrific figure, screaming at me whilst bleeding from the mouth and eyes. She was getting closer. I had to get out of there.
I heard movement in the other car. I looked in with shocked eyes.
A fist cracked the window. They were alive.
“Oh my god”
There skin was lifeless. Just like the girl that was slowly crawling toward me. I looked and begged the vehicle in the distance to hurry.
I wondered
Would it reach me on time?