I could no longer see the Sun now that it had sunk beneath the rooftop horizon opposite. The shadows of early evening crept across the abandoned road towards me like tendrils of black spilled ink. As night finally crowded me, so did the Zee's. Like moths to a flame, these Zee's seemed to be drawn together, gathering in the large open space of the night air. I should be scared I know, I should have run away screaming for my life, but I didn't, but neither did this bunch of dead shufflers run to attack me, it was all so very strange. Darkness had arrived at its fullest, there was no moon in the sky, all the street lamps no longer worked, and the hospital and surrounding buildings languished unlit in the night to.

I shuffled around blindly in my dazed state. I was able to make out black on black silhouettes of Zee's surrounding, who bumped into me as they mingled aimlessly. Coming back to my senses a little, I noticed a sudden change in them. I watched their silhouettes snap to attention as if by command, every single Zee turned their heads sharply to their right. I also turned to see. There at the far end of the street, beyond the abandoned cars that had been left stranded in the road, the smallest of small pinprick of light flickered into being. Flickered, being the pertinent word, it was bright yellow and it shimmered, a match, it was a lit match. Someone was there, someone had struck a match, they had announced their presence, and now that someone was in grave danger; pardon the pun.

As a single entity, the almost dormant Zee's sprung to life; or should that be 'sprung to death' I'm not sure, either way, they began to walk towards the light, then picked up their pace and ran, stumbled, hobbled, some even crawled, dragging their shattered legs behind. I was one of the nearest, so I ran to. As I ran, I thought 'Was this Miss Athletic. Had she been so close all this time, as I wandered about despondently, risking my life among the Zee's, and was she so stupid as to light a match at night in full view of anybody, or anything that was nearby?' That would be dumb, really dumb.

Well, if it was her or not, the match striker was in danger. I had to reach them first and put that light out and then somehow get them to safety before the Zee's attacked. The Zees ran on mass, some ran into cars, tripped over obstacles and dead bodies, two in front of me ran into each other. The rest were right behind me. There was only one Zee in front now and I was gaining on him, on it. A hand came from out of the shadows, grasping painfully at my arm. A quick shrug and an elbow sorted that one out. A couple of more steps and I was within range of the lead Zee. As I ran, I stretched out my hand as far as I could and took hold of the Zee's limp left arm, it tried to pull away from me, but as it did its arm came away in my hand. I guess that it had rotted or had been eaten through, enough for it to easily tear free, I couldn't see to be sure which, but it did not matter. I tossed it away.

We both reached the flicker of light at the same time. It was in a car, I could not see what make or color it was, just that it was empty, its doors open and a single small lit candle waxed on to the dash board, a God damn birthday cake candle. What the hell! The sound of the riotous horde rushing up behind me brought my attention back to point. I looked at the Zee beside me, and all I could see was the tiniest reflection of candle light in its eyes as it looked back at me. A shiver ran down my spine, and before it reached the base of my back I dove into the front seat of the car, and so did the Zee next to me, he into the back seat. Like a mad man I frantically reached for the candle like it was the answer to all my recent prayers and with careless hands, crushed the candle and extinguished the only light to be seen. The horde of Zee's was close now. My neighboring Zee was with me in the car, but was not attacking me. I could no longer see him as I had smothered the light.

That was the moment that all hell broke loose "all hell broke loose" What the heck was I saying! It was at times like this, when I made statements that were plainly ridiculous, that I believed I had gone absolutely insane, Mad as the proverbial Hatter, and that everything that had happened so far, was in fact fictitious. Unfortunately, I knew it wasn't a nightmare, this was no Wonderland of the Macabre, I was fully aware that everything that had and was happening, was in fact real, very real, no matter how horrific it all was.

The car I was now in, all of a sudden came alive, the interior light bathed me and my companion in a dull sickly yellow light. The doors slammed shut by themselves, and the headlights and indicators flashed on and off rapidly. The cars horn wailed incessantly even though I wasn't leaning on the steering wheel. I spun around terrified.

'What the f**k was happening' I screamed.

My life for the past 12 hours had been full of dead murderous Zee's, things from a horror movie, was I now faced with ghosts, with poltergeists who also wanted me dead. Maybe I was going, had gone mad, it sure felt like it. As quickly as it had started, the horn fell silent, the headlights and indicators fell dark. Did that all just happen? I didn't have chance to think on it before the real noise began. Rapid gun fire roared out into the street. I could see streams of tracer bullets flashing past the cars windows, and at the end of that stream of phosphorescent light I watched as the horde of Zee's that had been directly behind me were torn apart. Limbs were ripped off of their bodies, heads exploded, their torsos sliced open. An age past in seconds, and in those seconds every Zee had been reduced to bleeding chunks of lifeless flesh, except for me and my companion in the car. The gun fire stopped, and all was deathly quiet. There was no movement in the street, no sound, no gunmen. There was just me and my Zee. I was locked, captive in the front seats of the car, and my Zee locked captive in the back seats. The car we found ourselves in was big, it's large interior and abundance of seats pointed to it being a Limousine, the steering wheel central badge told me I was in a Lincoln. This explained why there was a central glass divider between me and my cell mate. I realized I was safe, but I was also a prisoner.

Outside, the heavens opened, and the rain came flooding down, washing blood that had been splashed on to the car, away. The car's interior light blinked off and all was dark and quiet, except for the soothing patter of the rain. Oh! And the low moans of my cellmate next door as he scratched at the glass divide. Well, at least we were sheltered from the rain. I guess the best thing to do is to wait until day light and then find out who had locked us in here and who it was who had pulverized all those Zee's to pulp! Or, if no one turns up, somehow get out of here.

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