Hell Bound (Book 1): A Vacation From Hell (10 page)

Chapter 18

For if evil cannot prevail against fate, what hope is there for the good?

-Mario Puzo-

              It’s a small dead body; it’s not going to be a pleasant site. We start to walk closer inside of the room and see a little boy’s body under the covers lying in his bed. His face is completely torn off.              

       The little boys hand is hanging off of the side and his fingers are completely torn off. The blankets and the floor around the bed are full of dried up blood. I turn around and sprint outside of the room.

     I bend over and puke everything I have eaten today on the floor by my feet.

              Mathew is behind me rubbing my back, “are you ok baby?” I shake my head and wipe my mouth off. I stand up straight and breathe in and out very slowly, trying to calm myself down.  I look behind me, to see Kat shutting the door behind her.

   “I’m ok,” I say to Mathew, not wanting to tell him the truth. I’ve seen dead people for a couple years now, but seeing a little boy dead in what should be his safe heaven, makes me think of our boys, and of their safety? Are they lying in their bed…dead? 

     “Let’s keep looking,” I say to Mathew.  Mathew is staring at me with concern in his eyes, he knows I’m lying but he doesn’t push the subject.

     We check out the last three doors. There’s a master bedroom, an office and a bathroom. We don’t find any more dead bodies or zombies.

              We walk back to the kitchen and start opening up the cupboards. It’s fully stocked with food and they have water bottles in the pantry. I open up the refrigerator and there’s food inside of it.

    “Look the electricity is still on!” I say excitedly.

         Mathew and Kat walk to the refrigerator and look inside. Mathew pulls out a couple can of coca cola’s, mustard, bread and a package of hot dogs.

              Mathew puts it down next to the stove and starts to open up cabinets. “What are you looking for?”

    “A pot, let’s make some hot dogs.” 

     “Baby, I will get started on it, let’s bring the car inside the garage and lock this place down.”

    “Ok,” he pulls me into an embrace and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

   “I will go and help Mathew out,” Kat says, as she’s walking to the front door.

“Thank you.”

              Kat and Mathew walk out together and I can hear the garage door slowly open up. I start opening up the cabinets looking for any sort of pots and pans they may have. I find one in the sink and decide to wash it just in case it’s dirty.

     I drop the hot dogs inside of the pan and fill it up with water. I turn on the stove and set the pan on the burner. As I’m spreading mustard on the bread, Mathew and Kat come back inside of the house laughing.

      “Car is safely in the garage. I will go check all the doors and windows to make sure they are shut and locked,” Mathew motions to the back of the house.

    “Ok, dinner is almost done,” I warn him.

      Kat starts to help me set the table; it actually feels like a normal day at home but with the company of a friend.  I can’t wait to get back home to my family. I know we’re so close to home but yet so far.

      Mathew comes back inside as I’m putting the hot dogs on the bread.

    “It smells good,” Mathew says with a goofy grin on his face.

       We sit down at the table and start to pig out. We had cold hot dogs yesterday, but these are nice and warm and taste so much better.  After we finish our dinner, I put the plates in the sink and grab us a box of Oreo cookies from the pantry and pour each of us a glass of milk. We might as well enjoy the peace and quiet while it last. I doubt we will have any more of them.

         Kat has not mentioned her sister since earlier and she has grown very quiet since.  I hope she’s ok, maybe just worried.

         Once we finished eating out desert we decided that we would sleep together in the living room. Kat would get the biggest couch, and Mathew and I would sleep on a mattress on the floor.

          “I want to take a shower and get this blood off of me,” I say disgusted with the way I look.

        “Yea me too,” Mathew says finishing his glass of milk.

       “Me too,” Kat chimes in, looking for something.

     “What are you looking for?”

   “The television remote, maybe we can get more info about what is going on out there.”

  “Well, while you’re doing that I’m jumping in the shower,” I say as I grab the bag, Mathew brought in for us from the car and go straight for the shower. 

              As I’m walking down the hallway I notice family pictures hanging on the wall. Looks like a family of three, a mother, father and a son.
We know where the little boy is but where are the parents? Were they the ones that started to eat the little boy?

              Good god, I hope not, how disturbing.  Looks like the family who once lived here went on a lot of vacations. I notice one picture is at the Grand Canyon, another picture looks like they went to the beach. I wonder what beach? The water looks to clean to be the beaches in California. They look so happy.

              Turning away from the happy memories that this family shared, is depressing, knowing they died a horrible death. I wipe tears away from my eyes. I just hope our boys are ok and my parents are ok too.  I turn on the shower and turn the knob to the letter H.

      I face the mirror and look at myself. I look like shit. I look like I got ran over by a train. My hair is sticking together in chunks, where the blood dried. My shirt which was once white is now a reddish brown.

    My eye is still swollen and bruised.  I turn away from my reflection and start to take off my clothes. I inspect my body to make sure; I don’t have any open cuts that could have got infected by that zombie that sat on my lap.     

              Thankfully I don’t see anything. I jump in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the blood and worry that today brought us. The water is scorching against my skin, turning my skin a pink color.

              I grab the soap that is sitting on the side of the shower and open it. HMMMM smells like coconut. I look at the bottle and notice it is a bottle from bath & body works. The lady of the house had good taste. I love that store.

              The shower curtain opens up, making me scream. I turn around to see Mathew standing there with a smile on his fast.

    “You scared the shit out of me!”I say holding my hand over my heart.  He laughs and jumps in the shower with me.

    “What are you up too?” I ask questioning him.

    “What do you think....?” He looks at me up and down and gives me his sexy smirk that I love so much. I pull him closer to me under the hot water. I grab the loofa that’s hanging on a plastic hook next to me, and slowly start washing his body.

Chapter 19

Life is either good or evil,

But only a place for good and evil

-Marcus Aurelius-

              Mathew and I walk out of the bathroom hand in hand; just holding his strong hands comforts me. Kat is sitting in front of the TV flipping through the channels quickly. She looks up at us coming towards her and grins

      “Did you guys have fun in there?”

  I can feel my cheeks turnings a bright pink.

        “Of course we did,” Mathew says as he winks at her. I slap him on the arm and start laughing.

   “Can we please talk about something else? Is there anything on the television?”  I ask, trying to change the subject.

    “Yea, Kind of....it’s the emergency broadcast,”

   “What does it say?” Mathew questions.

  “It said to stay off all major roads and freeways and to stay inside of your homes. It also said that they are evacuating California and for all survivors to go to their local high school and wait for further instructions.” 

      “Let’s try the radio in the kitchen,” Mathew says while walking to the kitchen and switching it on. I can hear him messing with the knob on the radio trying to find the am station Steve is on.

              Mathew goes through the station several times, but all we hear is static.

      “I will leave it on but turn it down low. So we know if our radio friend comes on. Until then let’s get some rest. We will take shifts watching the house. I will go first then Sam next and Kat your last,” Mathew walks to me and sits down on the mattress that we placed on the floor.

              “Get some sleep baby. We will be back home before you know it.” I nod my head and turn around to plump up my pillow. Mathew leans down and gives me a kiss on my lips.

   “Good night baby.”

    “Good night sweet cheeks,” I lay my head down on the pillow and before I know it my eyes feel heavy and I’m sound asleep.

              I’m not sure what time it is, but I hear Mathew whispering my name. I slowly open up my eyes to see Mathew leaning over me.

     “Your turn, sleepy head,” Mathew says as he hands me a cup of coffee.

    “What time is it?” I say yawning. I give Mathew a kiss on his head, stretching my arms above my head.

“It is twelve at night. Wake up Kat at four am.”

      “Alright, get some sleep.”

              I walk to the window and peek out of the corner of the curtain. I can’t see much outside because it’s so dark. Other then the front porch light on there is only three street lights that are on down this block.
HMMM…. who turned on the porch light?
I better shut it off before it draws attention to the house.

              The lack of light doesn’t help me to make sure that we are safe from unwanted zombies. I take my eyes away from the window and take a sip of my coffee. A little black but oh well can’t complain. The smell of coffee always helps me wake up in the mornings. 

              I’m about to get up to shut off the porch light when I see movement outside. I try to get a better look, but it’s so dark outside I can’t get a good look at it.

              For a split second, I’m thinking it’s a survivor trying to find a safe place. The person stops and turns toward our house. Like it heard me in the house or something. Oh, shit… I freeze and just stair outside to see what this person is going to do.

              The person turns around and I get a full look at the back of its head. Part of the zombies head is missing and hanging off of the side. I can see blood running down the side, where its head should be. I turn away and try not to gag, it’s so nasty. He passes the house and keeps walking slowly down the street. I let out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding in.

              Good, I don’t want any trouble tonight.
Should I still turn off the porch light or leave it on.
I don’t want to turn off the light and draw attention to the house. I guess I should leave it on just in case.

              I get up and walk to the coffee maker and pour myself another cup. I don’t remember anyone making coffee before we went to bed, but oh well. I’m sure Mathew made a pot; god knows he can’t live without his daily dose of caffeine.

              I’m no different though, once I started nursing school I started to drink coffee a lot more. I needed the caffeine to help me stay awake during all of my late night studying.

              I’m glad that someone did though. I look in the refrigerator to find some creamer. Damn this sucks there isn’t any? I’ll just grab the next best thing… milk and sugar. I can’t stand using milk and sugar in my coffee. It does nothing for the taste. Oh well, maybe black coffee is what I need to help me stay awake.

              I pour some milk and two spoons full of sugar in my coffee cup hoping it would help with the taste. I sip on the coffee and cherish the rich flavor.

      Walking back to the window and peek out the corner of the curtain, Standing in the middle of the street looking at the house is the same zombie from earlier. He’s looking straight at our house. This is getting kind of creepy.

      The zombie slowly opens the latch on the fence and walks up to the path of the driveway. I pull the curtain down some more to make sure he can’t see me. My heart is pounding really hard against my chest; I hope he doesn’t know we are in here.

              The zombie slowly walks up to the front door of the house. When he gets to the door the zombie stands there looking at the front door. What is he doing? I’m afraid of moving for fear of making any sort of sound in the house. The zombie might not know we are here.