Free Our Undead by Theo Vigo Page B

hands cover
her face, now drenched in tears. The ghoul is only but a few feet
away from her now, and it raises both arms in classic zombie-like
fashion, ready to take hold of it's victim. The hopeless, horror
filled girl just continues moving back, whimpering into her
hands.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Please… Just stop…
    And just as she is about
to be taken… **THUMP** …she backs into something. She removes her palms from her
face and looks up, surprised to find that her zombie boyfriend is
gone. She looks around and sees that she is no longer in a field.
It has been replaced by a small room, lit with one lamp sitting on
a table beside a bed that is pushed up into the center of the wall
to her right. A closed door is to the left of her on the wall she
bumped into, and a closed window is on the wall opposite to
her.
    Outside, it looks to be
nighttime, but nothing can be seen through the fogged up glass.
While looking at the window, she catches something in the corner of
her eye. There is a girl sitting on the bed where there had not
been one before. A young girl with blond hair just like her own,
but shorter. This mysterious girl is crying into her palms, keeping
her face concealed. As if forgetting where she had just been,
backing away from a flesh eater in a smoldering field, the girl in
the dirty yellow sundress gives into her curiosity and compassion.
She slowly approaches the weeping girl.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Hiiii… Hello?…. Excuse me, what's the matter? Is
there something I can help you with?
    The seated girl brings her
head up out of her hands. Streaks of mascara have run their course
down both sides of her face, and have also left their black stains
on parts of her hands. This crying girl is familiar to the dreamer.
She gets the unquestionable feeling that she's seen her somewhere
before, and that she is in need of help.
    WeepingGirl: My father, he's…
    Feeling a deep concern for
this crying girl whom she doesn't quite remember, the dreaming
teenager brushes off her dusty sundress and takes a seat beside
her. She lays a supportive hand on the sad girl's
shoulder.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Your father what? It's okay. You can tell
me.
    WeepingGirl: No! It's not oookay!
    The weeping girl's outburst
frightens her supporter.
    WeepingGirl: He's not even my father anymore… He's …
he's…
    Just then, the room door
flies open, banging against the wall. The sound makes both of the
girls jump this time, and the one with the longer hair turns to see
who is standing in the doorway. The other begins weeping
again.
    WeepingGirl: Oh God, he's here!
    When she sees the figure of
the zombie standing in the door, the sight is more confusing to her
than scary. She gets up from beside the crying girl and stands
beside the bed, watching the zombie in a sort of trance.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: That's not your father… That's my father…
    There she sees an undead
version of Gary looking back at her with a blank expression. Her
eyes begin to water.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Dad, what happened to you?
    Instead of answering her,
he starts in her direction. She shakes her head in disbelief until
she realizes that she has to get out. Her dad has turned into some
kind of monster, and this cramped room is not safe. She has to
leave, and she'll have to take this girl with her. Even though the
girl is obviously out of her mind. She doesn't even know who her
own father is, but that is no reason to leave her
behind.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Look, that's not your father, but I think we
should-- AAH!!!
Mom?!
    Sat in the same spot where
the young girl had been crying is the undead version of her mother,
Mariam. With her undead father approaching from the door, and her
mother now on the bed, she has no other option than to try for the
window, so she rushes over to it and looks outside. There is
nothing but a thin mist hovering in an infinite plane of blackness.
She tries to open it, but can't find a lever or latch, or any sort
of grip to make the