Breath of dawn CH2 P1

So much fucking running, I like running, but when it is a task rather than a part of training, you can forget about it. I lived right next to the corner of my street when you drove into it; second house away from the corner. The most eye catching thing was the large Assyrian and Chaldean church, it was catholic though. I ran right past it, I took a glimpse across the road to see nothing had changed at all, the new age looking church hall, gardens and nun house. I turned at the corner running into my street, Gallipoli street, yep just like the movie…That’s what my mom said all the time.1

Passing the first house before mine, the blood in my veins froze from fear, nerves and just how the fuck am I going to explain this? The only reason I kept running from the restaurant was because I heard that guy yell to the top of his lungs, about how he got bitten. No way could it be happening, this silly fear I had once or twice and it became a fad with my closest friends, but I was wrong, so very wrong and stupid. My mother was speaking on the cordless home phone in the backyard, I could hear her speaking as I approached the gate which was next to the front door of our house, I let myself in quickly. From here….was a big scandal, first starting with my attitude of running in wildly, then to how did the driving lesson go, I’ll tell you now, everything went to hell, tears and screaming. A full half an hour of a emotional argument happened, constant explanations and repeating my self to my mother. She is a blonde European woman, grew up in south America in her young teens, a very open minded and semi strict mother, I treated her more as a sister back then and I still do to this very day whenever I have the chance to speak to her. It was just us…2

So after this scandal, breaking down and finally relaxing, she asked constantly what to do…and she asked me! Because she knew what was happening, we pieced the things together. We are a very spiritual family, my mother is a spiritualist as well as a psychiatrist focusing on people with depression, she is a real hard ass to me when I have ‘problems’ but only because I get bitchy quick. She toughened me up really well, and so we were pacing in the living room now, what the fuck should we have done now? Stay low and pray to god. I’ve seen a man die, come back to life and 2 dead young women in 2 and a half hours, fuck I hated Monday more than possibly ever thought possible.3

A day passed, I never answered my cell phone the day I came home, it was ringing off the hook and I knew it would have to do with Joseph. Most likely the wife or a family member, I did not feel like talking to anybody at all, we didn’t even call the police of how scared shitless we were! However my mom told her closest friends over the phone and made them swear to shut the hell up, they wouldn’t have to for very long after that day.4

My levels of stress were affecting me in every day they could, I could not eat, sleep, play video games or have fun on my most favourite thing in the world, the internet. I didn’t touch my computer; I was mostly laying on my bed, tossing and turning, checking the time. I wanted this to all end; I did not want to get in any trouble….murder? They might accuse me, but you would need a dead guy who WAS NOT moving.5

The sun was setting, Thank you Jesus The only reason I was thankful that the day darkened was it only meant that it was ending, equalling sleep and a new day to sort shit out. My mom occasionally asked me deeper questions later that same day of the incident, oh yeah, I had to recall those fucked up thoughts. But I was honest; I explained more calmly, I was alive and unharmed wasn’t I? So I calmed the fuck down.6

But now being the new day, I woke up fairly easily since…I was too weirded out to sleep. No groggy voice and no blurry vision that met you every morning, none of that, just the here comes the shit storm Feeling. A quick shower and a redress later, I was walking to the laundry room to throw my clothes in, I had not changed until now, and only now I smelt some of yesterday. Was it fear? Phobia? I did not know, but I smelt it all, I felt everything and it churned my guts so bad, that my mouth watered like I was going to vomit. My mom was in the yard drinking her coffee and enjoying a morning death stick of the hardest flavour she loved, hell when I was smoking I could not handle it. 7

Yesterday was still fucking with me; I was jumpy and was turning around to see behind myself even in my own house. I turned on the living room television and turned it to the morning news, channel 9. Now this is when all my fears, assumptions and paranoia was clarified; there was not an opening theme song for the news, just straight to it, talking. God I hope someone recorded this, because I want to see it now, just show you the point were I shat my self. The male news anchor started speaking of ravenous attacks, cult fanatics and small riots, the small picture that showed the topic and a headline appeared. The title was “Ravenous attacks” and it was a very vague explanation that he gave, I knew what the hell he was on about, but then it played some quick footage caught by camera phones and I think actually some of their own news team on the sight. Just gangs of people, staggering with those god awful hisses and growls, hunting people down that tried to push them away BEFORE RUNNING or were that stupid. I am dead serious, a lot of younger males walked to them thinking these freaks were starting trouble like some gang bad blood, it all ended as a bite and scream anyway. 8

Right there I shat my self, well not literally, but deep inside I felt a brick of shock smack down on my colon and the chill of pure terror wave over my entire body. Like gripped by the cold hand of death himself I was cradled in his hands, lost and in despair.9

The day the dead was rising10

I started my escape11

My nightmare, my test12

I let out a sigh with a shudder, like I was about to cry….But so did these ‘things’ 13

They let out a breath like Joseph when they returned, their first breath of a new beginning to our end14

Strong and always memorable, the warm breath of their humanity…Gone15

To be continued16