"With A Blind Eye " {Pan 2014}

WITH A BLIND EYE" [Pan2014]

They huddled together for warmth. They were cold, so very tired, and hungry. What seemed like a good idea at the time,

became far more dangerous than any of them anticipated. Now they were trapped in the storage room of the "Stop and Go", a

local convenience store. There were three of them, Mary Rose 17, Katy 8, and Brent 18. Behind the locked steel door of

the storage room were at least six of them, beating non-stop and moaning. Sometimes if you were really, really quiet they

would forget about you and go away.
There were none of those things in here with them, they'd checked earlier so they were safe for now. Brent took the flash

light from his pocket and looked around to see what the room consisted of. He was happy to see that the room contained a

small corner bathroom. The rest was a combination storage room and employee break room.
The break room area contained a small table with a microwave , 2 chairs, a refrigerator and a small sink. Unfortunately,

the electric went out days ago and the water stopped running shortly after.
Shinning the light into another corner, Brent found an old drop cloth probably left there from an earlier paint job.

Shaking it out, he brought it over to the girls and draped it over their shoulders hoping it would warm them a bit.
Walking over to the other side of the room Brent found several pallets with boxes on them. Some of the boxes contained

paper goods like napkins, paper plates, popcorn bags with their logo, disposable diapers and Styrofoam glasses with their

logo for the soda fountain.
In a far corner Brent found two pallets containing bottled water, different types of soda, juice and beer. He also found a

pallet of boxes with their contents labeled, chips, crackers, Vienna sausages, beef jerky, candy bars, pork & beans and

lots of other goodies. Grabbing an assortment of food items and three bottles of water, he made his way back to the

girls. Quietly they ate their meal and fell asleep despite the moans and pounding made by those things on the other side

of the door.
It was morning and Mary Rose was the first to rise. It was quiet, so quiet you could hear the sounds of Katy and Brent's
gentle snores. She looked at her brother and sister and felt both love and a deep sense of sadness. The world they knew

was gone forever. Now they lived in Hell. It was as if God turned a blind eye on the human race.
No one knew where the pandemic came from, or at least that is what the news broadcasts stated. So many theories but no one

really knew what happened and probably never would. The first news reports called it sporadic rioting in many of the large

U.S. cities. Eventually the reports became more horrific, people attacking, dismembering and canabalizing. They lost their

parents the first month when a herd broke down their front door. She would never forget the sound of her parents

screaming as the crowd of dead things ripped them apart. They ran, as they promised their parents they would and were

still running.
Now nowhere was safe, the dead were everywhere. How easy it would be to just give up but that wasn't an option. Katy was

only 8 and Mary Rose promised her parents that she and Brent would keep Katy safe.
As she watched Katy sleeping, she ran her fingers through Katy's baby fine red hair. The only red head in the family, the

rest of them had brown hair. Everyone always teased Katy about her red hair and the spray of freckles that lightly graced

her checks and nose.
Finally the other two woke up and they ate a breakfast of fruit punch and fig newtons. They all talked about their current

situation and realized it was a blessing in disguise. They were safe, had shelter, food and water. Even the old drop

cloth was something to be thankful for. Maybe they would make it after all.

a reply to: grumpydaysleeper

Wow, no comments. I really liked this story!!!!!! This is very good and You should keep on putting out Your Writings!
Great first story that You have submitted!!!!!!

Thank You SyxPak ! I really appreciate the feed back! I love zombie stories and I have lots of ideas for more stories.
~Linda

a reply to: grumpydaysleeper

They will make it, they will, they will, they will!
I like the child's point of view, the details are confused and muddled - they just have to live with the results.
Great story, I liked it very much!



Bx

Thank You for the feedback beansidhe! I am glad you liked it!
~Linda