'Til Death Do Us Part (31 page)

***

“
What was that?
”
Tomas asked
,
wincing as he reached up and placed his hands against his head.

Eliza turned to the west in the direction the summons had come. She wiped her hand across the b
ottom
of her nose and was surprised to see a droplet of blood.

“
The game is afoot,
”
w
as all she said.

***

The zombies did not hesitate as they turned away from John and made a straight line right for me. I walked out to meet them as they got closer
.

“
Stop,
”
I ordered them as
I grabbed each of the sides of their heads in my palms and drove their skulls together.
The
impact shattered the bone and echoed throughout the small valley we found ourselves in. They fell in a heap like the lovers that they appeared to have been once upon a time.

“
The hat
,
man, put the hat back on!
”
John was shouting as he ran closer.

I was screaming to the heavens;
anger, pride and satisfaction were warring with each other to become the dominate feeling. I
turned and walked a few steps
back towards the cavern opening,
then
fell to my knees. John raced past me and then came running back he hastily put my cap back on, making sure not to snap my face with the rubber band.

***

“
He
’
s gone,
”
Tomas said. H
e was trying to stand back up having gone down after the scream. It had taken him a moment to realize who or what had shredded through his mind.

“
Not for good I think,
”
Eliza said as she watched her brother struggling to get back up.

“
Is that
not
reason enough to stay away and let him have his corner of the world
,
Eliza?
”
Tomas sai
d as he finally got to his feet.
He
was shaking
,
but he felt sturdy enough.

“
He grows stronger.
”

“
He was dead.
How
is this possible?
”
Tomas asked his sister.

“
What about that bullshit you preach about no direct intervention?
”
Eliza yelled to the sky.

“
Eliza?
”

“
Don
’
t you dare
, Tomas! This changes nothing.
If
anything
,
it makes our ultimate destination that much more important. You shoul
d have let him die on that roof.
I would have honored the agreement I made, at least for a little while. His family would have been safe
, maybe for a generation
, their lives flash by so quickly anyway
.
”

***

“
Where
’
s your poncho?
”
John asked me as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“
You look like shit, bad trip?
”
As he sat down next to me
,
he pulled a crisp white joint from somewhere. Even more impressive was the lighter. He lit it up and took a grand toke before handing it to me.

The birds chirped in the distance, a slight breeze blew from east to west across my body, the sun shone brightly upon my face
, an ant walked across my size
thirteen
women
’
s shoes. I grabbed the bone
,
looked at it for a moment
,
and took a big hit
,
bathing myself in its calming smoke.

“
Thank you for that,
”
I said to John as I exhaled.

“
Nice mellow shit, huh?
”
John asked with a smile as he took the marijuana cigarette back.

“
That too,
”
I told him as I let the buzz wash over my mind.
“
But I meant that
.”
I pointed to
the
sliver
-
sized opening in the small mound directly in front of us.

“
I don
’
t know what you
’
re talking about,
”
John said as he took the rolled paper almost down to the halfway point.

I had a sneaking suspicion that he did
,
especially with the sideways smile he was wearing when he handed the joint back, but I guess that also could be attributed to the fa
ct that we were now both stoned.
What
can I say, I
’
m a cheap date. We stayed there a while longer, me on my knees, John sitting Indian style (right, right, Native American style). Although I don
’
t really know if it
’
s still necessary to keep up with political correctness in this new age of man.

“
Candy?
”
John asked as he split a peanut butter cup in two.

I ate it before he had even put his half in his mouth.
“
Rorry. Stre
ss makes me hungry,
”
I told him.
”

“
Did you get the tickets?
”
h
e asked as he savored his half.

I shook my head.

“
That
’
s alright
. M
aybe we can catch them next time.
We should head for the airport,
”
h
e said as he arose, he extended a hand to help me up.

The events of the day had impaired me far worse than I had imagined. My legs began to instantly cramp and every scrape and bruise I had on my body was letting itself be known. We had twenty miles to traverse and I didn
’
t think I could make it twenty yar
ds;
this was compounded with the fact that
,
because of the weed
,
I was even thinking slower.

“
Man I
’
m tired,
”
John said
,
echoing my thoughts.
“
Do you have a car?
”

“
Let
’
s go see,
”
I told him as we headed away from the motel that couldn
’
t have been more than a quarter mile
,
then I realized we were still in a bit of a lurch. My
‘
broadcast
’
for the zombies to come to me had been reached by anything within a certain range and then I realized they weren
’
t moving. I stopped to laugh, my gut started to hurt I was letting go so deeply. John had no idea why I was laughing
,
but he was not one to shy away from a good time, he joined in the merriment.

“
What
’
s so funny
,
man?
”
John asked as he started wiping tears away from his face.

It was a few more minutes before I could compose myself enough to speak.
“
You see the zombies...I mean funkies?
”

“
Yeah
, man,
”
h
e answered
,
looking over to the motel.
“
Hey
,
what
’
s the matter with them?
They
look frozen.
”

I was laughing full tilt again.
“
They
’
re not moving because I told them not to.
”

“
They
’
re very well behaved,
”
h
e said in all seriousness.

“
Don
’
t you see
,
man? We didn
’
t need to go through the damned cavern
,
Trip.
”
John was looking at me strangely.
“
Forget it, it
’
s over now.
I hope I can forget it as quickly as you can. Let
’
s go get your van.
”

“
Oh yeah, I forgot that was here.
”

We headed back to the motel.
I wanted to kill the zombies
,
but it somehow seemed cruel to kill something defenseless. I know, I know
,
that
’
s an
asinine
thought
;
they wouldn
’
t think twice if the roles were reversed. I
also
had John to think about
. He had to check
each and every one of the frozen bastards out as we walked by. I know he wouldn
’
t have approved of my slaughtering them
,
and what he thought mattered, even if he would have forgot
ten
by dinner.

He kept waving hi
s hands in front of their faces.
The
only thing that moved on the zombies was their eyes and it was unnerving. Their eyes followed us like those of paintings in a haunted mansion.
There were at least twenty or thirty zombies in the parking lot all oriented towards where I had called them from. And at least another half dozen were inside the cabin having not yet found an exit by the time my
‘
stop
’
command had been issued. I had never before controlled so many zombies at once, I was unsure if it was something I would even be able to do again. The range of emotions I had been feeling when I did it would be difficult to match.

“
They
’
re like mannequins,
”
John said
,
waving his hand dangerously close to one of the zombie
’
s mouths.

“
Maybe don
’
t get so clos
e,
”
I told him.

“
Are they playing some sort of game?
”

“
Not one that I want to play.
”

“
Me neither,
”
John said as he took one final glance behind him before getting into his van.

I don
’
t know if to this very day you could go down to North Carolina and see those zombies standing there but they hadn
’
t moved when
I finally lost them in my rear
view mirror.

“
Want a beer?
”
John asked
,
reaching in to the backseat and opening the cooler.

“
Sounds about perfect.
”
I told him.