Nellie, Issue 2
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 also looked at his machete. He knew what Nicky was thinking, but Eleanor wasn’t able to kill a man. He once drove a cat over; killing it. After that episode he did not eat meat for a year. Actually the cat wasn’t why he turned vegetarian. At that point, 26 years old, Eleanor had a girlfriend named Anna, who was vegetarian. After a few days of dating, Eleanor turned into vegetarian as well. After a year Eleanor dumped her as he found out that she cheated on him, and he also dumped the vegetarian diet.
“No way, man.” Eleanor said. He didn’t really know what to say; he just got told that a zombie is in the basement. How do you react to that?
“I just can’t let her... stay like this.” Nicky said, almost soft. His rough and crispy voice had almost disapearred and turned into a soft, kind and sad voice.
“I get it, but what if there is a cure? Then i’ve killed your wife, and i won’t do that.” Eleanor said, looking at the few remaining crackers on his plate. He was really hungry, but this talk had made him loose his apetite.
A click was heard and Nicky turned around to get the boiled water into the two green coffee mugs. In a drawer Nicky took two old Sterling spoons and gave one to Eleanor, along with the coffee.
“Thank you.” Eleanor found it awkward to say that at this point, talking about killing Nicky’s wife.
His mind was racing again; a bad habit caused by the apocalypse. On one side, he couldn’t stay at the lighthouse, knowing that there was a zombie in the basement. On the other side, he couldn’t kill a person. And with that thought, “kill a person”, Eleanor made his choice. The zombies were not people anymore, and since the news, radio and TV, was dead, Eleanor just considered that there weren’t no cure, and there won’t come any cure.
“Okay.” Eleanor said. Nicky removed a tear from his cheek and looked at Eleanor.
“Thank you so much.” Nicky said and tried to smile, unsuccesfully. From his pocket, Nicky took a pair of keys.
The basement was cold. The staircase going down there was old and made of some cold stone, now so old that mold had grown everywhere on it.
On a old wooden shelf, also with mold on it, a few books was standing, along with a tin box with tobacco. Eleanor studied the books for a moment, and one of them catched his eyes; Catch-22. He took it and from the faded light, he read on the backsite of it.
While being on the boat, Eleanor hadn’t really anything to do. He just sailed, so he thought it would be a good idea to bring some books if he decided to leave.
Moaning could be heard from the end of the staircase. As, Eleanor lay the book on the stairs, he raised his machete, and walked slowly down the old stairs. An old woman; probably around same age as Nicky, was laying on the floor, tied up with a blue rope, once used to moor boats.
“So you’re Vivian, huh?” Eleanor asked as he walked down the last stairs. Adrenaline was pumping through him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he took the last part of the stairs, but caused by the mold, he fell and hit his head on the stairs.
“No way, man.” Eleanor said. He didn’t really know what to say; he just got told that a zombie is in the basement. How do you react to that?
“I just can’t let her... stay like this.” Nicky said, almost soft. His rough and crispy voice had almost disapearred and turned into a soft, kind and sad voice.
“I get it, but what if there is a cure? Then i’ve killed your wife, and i won’t do that.” Eleanor said, looking at the few remaining crackers on his plate. He was really hungry, but this talk had made him loose his apetite.
A click was heard and Nicky turned around to get the boiled water into the two green coffee mugs. In a drawer Nicky took two old Sterling spoons and gave one to Eleanor, along with the coffee.
“Thank you.” Eleanor found it awkward to say that at this point, talking about killing Nicky’s wife.
His mind was racing again; a bad habit caused by the apocalypse. On one side, he couldn’t stay at the lighthouse, knowing that there was a zombie in the basement. On the other side, he couldn’t kill a person. And with that thought, “kill a person”, Eleanor made his choice. The zombies were not people anymore, and since the news, radio and TV, was dead, Eleanor just considered that there weren’t no cure, and there won’t come any cure.
“Okay.” Eleanor said. Nicky removed a tear from his cheek and looked at Eleanor.
“Thank you so much.” Nicky said and tried to smile, unsuccesfully. From his pocket, Nicky took a pair of keys.
The basement was cold. The staircase going down there was old and made of some cold stone, now so old that mold had grown everywhere on it.
On a old wooden shelf, also with mold on it, a few books was standing, along with a tin box with tobacco. Eleanor studied the books for a moment, and one of them catched his eyes; Catch-22. He took it and from the faded light, he read on the backsite of it.
While being on the boat, Eleanor hadn’t really anything to do. He just sailed, so he thought it would be a good idea to bring some books if he decided to leave.
Moaning could be heard from the end of the staircase. As, Eleanor lay the book on the stairs, he raised his machete, and walked slowly down the old stairs. An old woman; probably around same age as Nicky, was laying on the floor, tied up with a blue rope, once used to moor boats.
“So you’re Vivian, huh?” Eleanor asked as he walked down the last stairs. Adrenaline was pumping through him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he took the last part of the stairs, but caused by the mold, he fell and hit his head on the stairs.
It took Eleanor ten minutes to wake up, finding the zombified Vivian biting in his shoe. Scared, confused, Eleanor made a silent scream and pushed the zombie away.
He sat up on the mold-infected stairs. His hip hurt, but he ignored it for now. As he took off his shoe to check for bites, he saw blood going from his hip to the floor. A quick look on the foot and he concluded that there was no bites, but on his hip, he could see half of the machete. He other half was inside his hip.
“Crap.” Eleanor said quiet and closed his eyes. The zombie was laying helpless on the floor, so he didn’t had to worry about her.
The machete was a Ka-Bar machete; exspensive but good. It wouldn’t be a problem to remove the machete, so Eleanor just tried to pull it out.
While doing it, tears appeared in his eyes, as he tried not to scream in pain. He got it removed, sweating, crying.
The zombie was laying, moaning, looking at Eleanor, as he raised the machete. “I’m sorry, m’am.” He said, still crying, and took the machete into the zombified woman’s head.
He sat up on the mold-infected stairs. His hip hurt, but he ignored it for now. As he took off his shoe to check for bites, he saw blood going from his hip to the floor. A quick look on the foot and he concluded that there was no bites, but on his hip, he could see half of the machete. He other half was inside his hip.
“Crap.” Eleanor said quiet and closed his eyes. The zombie was laying helpless on the floor, so he didn’t had to worry about her.
The machete was a Ka-Bar machete; exspensive but good. It wouldn’t be a problem to remove the machete, so Eleanor just tried to pull it out.
While doing it, tears appeared in his eyes, as he tried not to scream in pain. He got it removed, sweating, crying.
The zombie was laying, moaning, looking at Eleanor, as he raised the machete. “I’m sorry, m’am.” He said, still crying, and took the machete into the zombified woman’s head.
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