I heard a faint growling as well on the other side of the door. It was a low slow growl, unlike any animal I had ever heard before.
The smell I had ignored upon entering the hall was stronger now. I knew it was coming from in there. I knew what it was. Jackie had reeked of that smell. I just didn’t understand what one was doing in my house.
I put down the backpack. I readied the gun and cautiously opened the bedroom door. I was not prepared for the monster to come at me as fast as it did. The creature lunged at me as soon as I opened the door. It had managed to knock the gun from my hand and pushed me up against the wall.
It hadn’t managed to scratch or bite me yet. I pushed on the zombie’s neck to keep the rotting teeth in its mouth from sinking into my flesh.
It had once been a her and her skin was the same greyish color that Jackie’s had been. The eyes in her head were lifeless. She smelled of death. She kept chomping her teeth, trying to get a piece of me in reach.
I lifted my leg and hit her with my knee as hard as I could. It was an awkward angle but I managed to strike a blow in her abdomen.
It worked. I was able to push her into the opposite wall and get out of her death grasp. It didn’t buy me much time.
I ran into the kitchen with her right on my tail. I knocked over the ironing board that had been left in the kitchen. It served a great purpose of buying me time but only a few more seconds as the zombie tried to maneuver around it. I grabbed my biggest knife from the set sitting on the counter.
I prepared myself as she came at me. I blocked her with my left hand and she moved her head forward. I stabbed her right between her lifeless eyes. She stopped chomping at me and fell to the floor.
I finally realized who the zombie was. I was in too much of a panic to really pay attention to the facial features of this creature. I should’ve known the whole time who it was but I never could’ve imagined Adam would be that low.
The decaying lifeless zombie that lay on the floor with thinning blond hair was once Jennifer Dawson. The woman I had seen the text from only a week ago. The blood in my body began to boil.
I pulled the knife out of her skull and stabbed her again and again. I don’t know how many times I drove the sharp edge of that knife into her head, my anger had over taken my body, driving me into a rage and pointless over kill of this zombie.
By the time I was done, her head and face were destroyed. Zombie brains and black blood were all over the kitchen floor and on my hands and clothes. I sat down on the floor leaning against the counter.
I began to cry then. The tears I had fought came pouring out me. I was crying so violently it hurt my entire body. My grief and sorrow collided with the hurt and rage I’d been fighting for the past week causing me to completely lose control.
When the tears stopped coming, I looked at Jennifer. I let out a sigh “my own house, you stupid bitch,” I said before kicking her lifeless undead body.
Chapter 6
I managed to pull myself together. There wasn’t a lot of time left to leave if I was going to and I still hadn’t got all my stuff together. If I had had any desire to stay it was gone. Seeing your husband’s undead mistress will have that effect on a person.
I stepped over Jennifer’s body and made my way out of the kitchen. I walked down the hallway feeling completely out of place, like I was in a movie or dreaming. When I made it back to the bedroom I realized that the knife was still in my hand.
The blade was covered in brain matter and black blood. I picked up a towel that Adam had left on the door knob and wiped off the blade. I set the knife on the bed deciding to take it with me. It had come in so handy, I felt it might bode well to take it along.
I changed into some clean clothes. I really didn’t have time to shower but I desired one more than I ever have in my life. I used a wash cloth to wipe off the blood from my face and arms. It was disgusting.
In addition to the kitchen knife, I grabbed one of Adam’s hunting knives as well. I placed them in the front pocket of the backpack. I found the .45 on the floor by the linen closet from when it was knocked out of my hand. I picked it up and placed it back in the holster.
I paused by Jackie’s room feeling the sorrow fill up in my heart. I walked in to her room and turned on the light. I took in all her things for one last time. Her Disney Princess bedspread, her toys and books. She had just begun to learn how to read and was so excited every time she learned a new word and when she was able to read a whole sentence without asking what any of the words were. Her coloring books were strewn about all over the floor.
I felt the tears sting behind my eyes and though I didn’t give in to
