April is zombie month on The Twisted Quill, ZOMEONE TO LOVE is the second of the five April zombie #Fridayflashes.
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Graham instinctively knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the house.
“Honey I'm home... Darling?... Lisa?.... ”
He opened the lounge door and looked inside, Lisa was lying on the couch, she appeared to be sleeping but there was no rise and fall to her chest, no sound of breathing, her face was ashen and drawn, with a sinking heart Graham went to her, kneeling beside her he took her hand in his, it was cold, lifeless, his own blood ran cold with shock when he noticed the teeth marks just above her wrist.
He knew he didn't have much time, Lisa was in the advanced stages of infection, soon she would awake, reanimate, become one of them.
How she had become infected he had no idea, she must have ventured outside and been attacked while he was out, no matter, he would worry about that later, right now he had to act fast.
Graham picked up his darling wife, the woman he met when they were children, the woman he had married seventeen years ago, the one and only love he had ever known, cradling her gently in his arms he carried her carefully upstairs and into the spare bedroom, the room that would have become a nursery if they had been blessed with children.
He laid her gently on the bed, kissed her tenderly on her forehead.
“I'll never leave you my darling, I will always love you... always... ”
He rushed to the garage, returning quickly carrying his small toolbox, working as fast as he could, all the time keeping one eye on Lisa for any sign of movement, he made a hole in the door, several inches square, and at head height, this done, he walked to the bed and gave Lisa a final kiss before leaving the room and sealing the door shut using several long steel screws.
Graham trudged back downstairs and poured himself a very large scotch, he slumped down into the chair, and let the tears come.
He kept hitting the scotch until finally he was all cried out, and he fell into a drunken sleep.
He awoke several hours later feeling nauseous and hung over, and to the sound of small noises coming from upstairs, the sounds of shufflings, and soft thuds.
Standing slowly, Graham walked unsteadily into the hallway and up the stairs, at the landing he turned in the direction of the guest room, but paused just before reaching the door, he couldn't allow Lisa to see him in this wretched state, it would upset her.
He went to the bathroom, showered and shaved, then into the master bedroom and put on fresh clothes.
He quietly walked to the guest room door and looked through the hole, Lisa was standing with her back to the door, arms hanging loose by her sides.
“Lisa my darling.” He whispered.
She slowly turned to face the door, the moan that came from her mouth chilled Graham to the bone.
He took a pace backwards as Lisa shambled to the door, she thrust her snarling face into the hole trying vainly to reach him.
Graham stood there for hours, telling Lisa how much he loved her, reminiscing about happy times they had shared, the holidays they had been on, her favourite films and books, the things that made them laugh, anything positive that came to mind....
This would be how he was to spend most of every day from now on, it would be a long time before Graham would finally accept that Lisa was never coming back to him.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.