Z-Virus (Chapter 6) The Graves

by M.D Khamil
Chapter 6 – The Grave

As soon as we reached the ground floor, we went out for my truck. From the far view I saw something in the back of my truck, jumping and moving about left and right. It took my eyes some times to adjust the view from the far distance. To my surprise it was Prince. “ Hey buddy how did you get in here?! How am I so glad to see you!! ” I was so happy that I almost cried. Prince seemed happy too. He won’t stop licking on my face not until I have to push him back.
“ That’s kind of gross” Claire said.
“ Oh sorry, Claire this is my friend Prince. I came with him earlier before we stumble with each other “ I clarified.
“ I thought he was a guy? “
“ Well no. He’s been a good friend when I have none “
“ Good for you “ she said. “So now if I am not mistaken we’ve got something to do yes?” Claire added.
“ Yeah we should go. We shouldn’t be wasting anymore time now. Get the job done, everyone’s happy.”
“ Raven’s Hill shouldn’t be that far from here, just about five miles “ We both get inside the truck, and let Prince sit on the back seat. The open air at the back of my truck would not guarantee his safety. I started my truck and drove away. During our way to Raven’s Hill, I can’t help myself but to stare at her. She didn’t notice it as she was looking outside out to the window of my truck. Then she started talking to me. “ Whats with the glare? You would burn me away with that sharp look “ She caught me red handed. I was embarrassed. What the fuck Travis. Then she continued talking, “ You have a nice truck “ she said.
“ Thank you. “ I replied while smiling and blushing.
“ Where do you lived? “ She asked.
“ I don’t really have a place to live, not even a house. I actually stay and live in my truck and I saved almost 90% of my salary from that. No bills and all. I only have to worry about petrol. As you already know, which is obvious I am a trucker. “ I explained. “ Not until this pandemic started then I own a whole flat to live “ I added.
“ Flat? Where? “ She looked curious.
“ Yep, a flat, in Brooksville “
“ Wait, Brooksville?! “ She was shocked.
“ Yes Brooksville. Why you seemed like you just seen a living dead eating me? “
“ You mean you came somewhere from the Cornfield of Brooksville and actually living there now? “
“Yes Claire. What about it? “ I suspected something strange.
" I used to lived around the area when I was small with my adopted father Jonathan Johnson. Our house was at Bartson Street, just near to the cornfield. I know the flat you’re talking about exactly in front of the cornfield at Cornfield Street. My father used to take me to the cornfield during the weekends. There was a large empty space at the far back of the cornfield. We were flying kites. It was the most memorable thing I’ve ever had with a family member. Now it was just a bitter memory “ She was emotional and breaking up softly.
“ I am sorry Claire “
“ It’s okay.” She tried to calm herself. “ I think we’re almost there” A view of graves over the hill was slowly visible as we went near to our destination. The time on my watch shows 11.35 hours in the morning. But it was odd enough that the mist on the graves were still available during this kind of hour. I know that behind the graves over the top of Raven’s Hill was a thick forest but that doesn’t explained the mist how it appeared around the area. It wasn’t even raining earlier. There was no sign of water on the ground or on the road. “ This place looks creepy “ I said to Claire.
“ You’ll get used to it “ She replied. I have no idea how can she lived by herself all this time. She is a high spirited woman and knew what she does. “ Come on buddy, let’s get out of the truck now “ I brought along Prince with us to the graves, you know just in case if something’s happen he’s the one to be alerted first. We walked to the graves while carefully examining around us for the walkers spying on us. Everything seemed alright and we began searching the graves one by one. I thought to myself it would be easy if the graves were arranged alphabetically so we don’t have to search every graves for it. The graves were randomly arranged and this made the search difficult and longer. Finally, “ I found it!” said Claire. I ran toward her with Prince. “ This should be it, Elizabeth J. O’Neil (1984 –2022) “
“ Great! Now wait here I’ll get those shovels from my truck “ I quickly ran back to my truck and grab the shovels from behind the truck where Prince sit earlier with open air. To my cautious I found a walker just walking past my truck. I froze and held my breath for few seconds. The walker stop for moment. His head move from left to right as if he was looking for something. To my relief he went forward and continue walking. When I thought it was safe, then I ran back to the graves. Claire greeted me with weird grinned on her face and said “ That was close. I thought you were about to shoot him, which I wish you don’t, because if you did more of them gonna come up here and eat us all. “
“ I’m not that stupid. That’s why I stopped “ I anwered. We dug off the grave, it was a long work and very tiring it took us almost two hours to get it done until finally I hit the coffin just few inches deep from the soil. Quickly we dug of the last remaining soil until the coffin clearly visible in front of us. I opened the coffin with the support of the shovel and applying a bit of force to it then suddenly it cracked open. The smell from the coffin was almost choking us to death. The corpse was not completely decomposed. I took off the silver rectangular shaped pendant from the corpse and quickly close the coffin back. Claire went up first then she helped me out of the grave. “ We should honor her. She’s a strong woman to fight cancer all her life “ Claire said.
“ Yes, I believe she was “ I agreed to what Claire have said. We shoved off back the soil to the grave and prayed for her to live an eternal happiness in the afterlife.
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