Infestation Day, prose by Dee Allen at Spillwords.com

Infestation Day

Infestation Day

written by: Dee Allen

 

Life itself is brimming with mysteries. Not one soul on this third planet from the sun knows what causes the lifeless to be re-animated. What could arouse nature to violate its own laws? What stirs the limbs of an exanimate form on the floor, in a bed, in a morgue drawer to suddenly move? What makes the boneyard soil and grass crack and unfurl, two half-skeletal hands to emerge? What drives those clinically deceased to rise and walk stiffly, shuffling when they take their steps? What could suddenly stimulate the decomposing horde to escape never-ending rest? Crowd the highways and bridges, converge on cars, houses, luxury towers, shopping malls, fortresses without a second’s cease? Pound on doors until metal hinges give, claw and hiss at windows until pane glass starts to smash? Discoloured, deteriorating arms to lunge, hands to grasp for the frightened? Rotting teeth to bite, tear, gnash on the screaming? Hunger for human flesh—and it’s ever strong. All we know is gone, replaced one day by cadavers that shouldn’t move—but do. Swarming and multiplying, like an Old Testament plague of locusts. Multiplying from their bites. The day we assumed would never come is here. Infestation day. Catches us unaware. Storm of former humans closing in on us. Do we panic or do we survive? The Apocalypse is the undead outnumbering the living, their extraordinary feast—

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