Nellie, Issue 1
In the middle of the ocean, south of America, you would be able to spot a small fishing boat. Once used by fishermen, trying to catch enough to make a living. The man controlling the fishing boat, didn’t used it to catch fish, but he still used it to make a living. To keep him alive.
This man was Eleanor Bayne. Sailling around the North Atlantic Ocean, he tried to spot an island with no or very few inhabitants. This might sound weird; a man sailling a fishing boat, trying to get away from the main land. The reason to this is pretty simple: The main land is overrun; filled with zombies.
Eleanor picked up the pen; a Monteblanc Meisterstuck. The former owner of the ship might have been a collector, since this pen is pretty damn expensive, and not for everyday use. Next to the other lines, marking the days on the sea, Eleanor made another line and counted them; 9 days on the sea. Almost no fuel, almost no food, almost no water and no ammo at all, Eleanor knew that he was in trouble.
Before the zombie started to come, Eleanor was a middle school teacher, teaching history. The students often never listened when Eleanor talked, but Eleanor honestly didn’t cared; he got money for it. That was what it was for him; a job. Nothing else. He never looked forward to the history classes, but he didn’t hated them neither. It was his job and he got pay.
Eleanor looked at the empty can of beans next to him. He had to eat everything cold, since he could make a fire or anything out on the open sea.
The former history teacher was 33 years old. He actually had birthday the day the apocalypse broke out, but nobody seemed to celebrate it. Some of his student told him that he looked like Cal from Waitress. Eleanor never saw the movie, but knew that Cal was potrayed by Lew Temple, who actually looked like Eleanor; half long hair, a goatee. Eleanor refused this statement, though.
The old GPS, probably danish, named Garmin GPSMAP 600, showed an island nearby. Eleanor quickly turned the boat, and headed to the island. Even if it was filled with zombies, he would get off the boat and find something to eat and drink. Luckily for him, this island wasn’t filled with zombies. On this island was a sheep and goat farm, and a lighthouse. This island was one of the many islands from the island group, Esther Islands.
Before the zombie started to come, Eleanor was a middle school teacher, teaching history. The students often never listened when Eleanor talked, but Eleanor honestly didn’t cared; he got money for it. That was what it was for him; a job. Nothing else. He never looked forward to the history classes, but he didn’t hated them neither. It was his job and he got pay.
Eleanor looked at the empty can of beans next to him. He had to eat everything cold, since he could make a fire or anything out on the open sea.
The former history teacher was 33 years old. He actually had birthday the day the apocalypse broke out, but nobody seemed to celebrate it. Some of his student told him that he looked like Cal from Waitress. Eleanor never saw the movie, but knew that Cal was potrayed by Lew Temple, who actually looked like Eleanor; half long hair, a goatee. Eleanor refused this statement, though.
The old GPS, probably danish, named Garmin GPSMAP 600, showed an island nearby. Eleanor quickly turned the boat, and headed to the island. Even if it was filled with zombies, he would get off the boat and find something to eat and drink. Luckily for him, this island wasn’t filled with zombies. On this island was a sheep and goat farm, and a lighthouse. This island was one of the many islands from the island group, Esther Islands.
Eleanor approached the island slowly. A dock was hidden behind the lighthouse, but thanks to the GPS, Eleanor found it. As he took the rope, that was used for the boat not to sail away, he also took the machete that he found on the boat. To a start, Eleanor wondered why there was a machete on a fishing boat, but he soon enough accepted it; it could be handy to fight the zombies.
While most people thought that the zombies was just sick people, Eleanor knew that they weren’t. They were dead people, who just had to be killed once again. Probably because of all the zombie movies that Eleanor had seen, he was very paranoid, and scared. He knew that a bite from a zombie would result in dead.
Eleanor jumped off the boat and moored the boat. He never hadmuch experience with boats; he sailed a few times with his friends, but nothing serious. The only knot he knew was the one you use to tie your shoes; he used that to moor the boat.
While most people thought that the zombies was just sick people, Eleanor knew that they weren’t. They were dead people, who just had to be killed once again. Probably because of all the zombie movies that Eleanor had seen, he was very paranoid, and scared. He knew that a bite from a zombie would result in dead.
Eleanor jumped off the boat and moored the boat. He never hadmuch experience with boats; he sailed a few times with his friends, but nothing serious. The only knot he knew was the one you use to tie your shoes; he used that to moor the boat.
Headed to the lighthouse, Eleanor had the machete ready, in case the ligthouse keeper had turned into a zombie. The first day in the apocalypse, the news was still up and running. They said that you would turn if you died, no matter what. If you killed yourself, you would turn and become a zombie.
The lighthouse was tall. Not as tall as other lighthouses that Eleanor had seen, but still pretty tall. Eleanor felt awkward standing at the doorstep; should he just enter or should he knock? He decided just to knock, so he did that.
At first sight the lighthouse keeper looked like a zombie, but if you looked closer you would see that he just hadn’t been taking a shower for weeks. You would be able to smell that too.
“Hey, son. Can i help you?” The lighthouse keeper asked tired. His eyes was half closed, half open. It looked like he hadn’t slept for days.
“I... Yes, you can. I am very hungry, and very thirsty.” Eleanor said. Happy to see other people alive, after 9 days on the sea, a smile appeared on his face. The lighthouse keeper smiled weakly back to Eleanor, and waved him inside.
The lighthouse was tall. Not as tall as other lighthouses that Eleanor had seen, but still pretty tall. Eleanor felt awkward standing at the doorstep; should he just enter or should he knock? He decided just to knock, so he did that.
At first sight the lighthouse keeper looked like a zombie, but if you looked closer you would see that he just hadn’t been taking a shower for weeks. You would be able to smell that too.
“Hey, son. Can i help you?” The lighthouse keeper asked tired. His eyes was half closed, half open. It looked like he hadn’t slept for days.
“I... Yes, you can. I am very hungry, and very thirsty.” Eleanor said. Happy to see other people alive, after 9 days on the sea, a smile appeared on his face. The lighthouse keeper smiled weakly back to Eleanor, and waved him inside.
The lighthouse was old, and so was the small house where the lighthouse keeper lived. As Eleanor got guided into the small kicthen; a fridge, an oven and a table, he studied the house. It seemed like nobody had been there for days; maybe weeks.
“What’s yer name, son?” The lighthouse keeper asked as he took out some instant coffee from a closet. He turned around with a look that Eleanor knew asked if he’d like some coffee. Eleanor nodded.
“I... Um... I’m Eleanor.” Eleanor sat down on one of the two chairs that was placed under the kitchen table. It wasn’t really chairs, more like a stool. “And you?”
“Name’s Nicky Wonder.” The lighthouse keeper said and poured water in a sauce pan.
“You still got power?” Eleanor asked, and lay the machete at the table.
“Yea. No running water, though. Have to walk all the way to the Henderson Farm to get water.” The lighthouse keeper, Nicky, said.
Nicky turned on the plate on which the sauce pan was standing on, and turned to the fridge. “I hope ya like cheese and crackers. That’s pretty much what i’ve got.”
“I could eat anything right now.” Eleanor said and made a dry giggle.
Nicky opened a closet, and took out two plates and four cups. He poured water from a 2 liter bottle into one of the cups and gave it to Eleanor, who drank it instantly. Nicky then took out a 5kg cheese block and cut off four pieces. Turning around to grab some crackers from another closet, and placing the cheese on them, he gave the plate with two crackers with cheese to Eleanor, while taking the other himself.
“So you know everything about the apocalypse?” Eleanor asked, as he quickly ate the crackers.
“Pretty much. The people from the farm down there told me. They’re nice people.” Nicky said, and looked at his crackers. He took one up and took a bite, which he chewed slowly.
Eleanor took a break from the eating, and looked at Nicky. “Something’s wrong?”
“Yea... My... My wife turned...” Nicky said quiet, and turned around to pour instant coffee up in the cups.
“I... I’m so sorry.” Eleanor said, and lay the plate next to the machete.
“Yea... But that’s not what’s wrong...” Nicky said, and took the sauce pan, pouring the water into the cups.
“Then why?” Eleanor asked, still looking at the old, bald man with a santa-like beard; grey though.
“She’s still a zombie...” A tear appeared on Nicky’s face.
“What?” Eleanor was chocked by this statement. Why would anybody let their wife roam around?
“She’s in the basement.” Nicky looked at Eleanor’s machete.
“What’s yer name, son?” The lighthouse keeper asked as he took out some instant coffee from a closet. He turned around with a look that Eleanor knew asked if he’d like some coffee. Eleanor nodded.
“I... Um... I’m Eleanor.” Eleanor sat down on one of the two chairs that was placed under the kitchen table. It wasn’t really chairs, more like a stool. “And you?”
“Name’s Nicky Wonder.” The lighthouse keeper said and poured water in a sauce pan.
“You still got power?” Eleanor asked, and lay the machete at the table.
“Yea. No running water, though. Have to walk all the way to the Henderson Farm to get water.” The lighthouse keeper, Nicky, said.
Nicky turned on the plate on which the sauce pan was standing on, and turned to the fridge. “I hope ya like cheese and crackers. That’s pretty much what i’ve got.”
“I could eat anything right now.” Eleanor said and made a dry giggle.
Nicky opened a closet, and took out two plates and four cups. He poured water from a 2 liter bottle into one of the cups and gave it to Eleanor, who drank it instantly. Nicky then took out a 5kg cheese block and cut off four pieces. Turning around to grab some crackers from another closet, and placing the cheese on them, he gave the plate with two crackers with cheese to Eleanor, while taking the other himself.
“So you know everything about the apocalypse?” Eleanor asked, as he quickly ate the crackers.
“Pretty much. The people from the farm down there told me. They’re nice people.” Nicky said, and looked at his crackers. He took one up and took a bite, which he chewed slowly.
Eleanor took a break from the eating, and looked at Nicky. “Something’s wrong?”
“Yea... My... My wife turned...” Nicky said quiet, and turned around to pour instant coffee up in the cups.
“I... I’m so sorry.” Eleanor said, and lay the plate next to the machete.
“Yea... But that’s not what’s wrong...” Nicky said, and took the sauce pan, pouring the water into the cups.
“Then why?” Eleanor asked, still looking at the old, bald man with a santa-like beard; grey though.
“She’s still a zombie...” A tear appeared on Nicky’s face.
“What?” Eleanor was chocked by this statement. Why would anybody let their wife roam around?
“She’s in the basement.” Nicky looked at Eleanor’s machete.
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