The Exit Interview

Jonathan spoke his last coherent words and died on Ethan's couch gasping for air as he lost control of his basic brain functions. After his convulsions were over his lifeless body raised stiffly from the couch, his hands questing blindly out in front of him. It could smell Ethan in the room but it didn’t know where to find him. Apparently its sight hadn't returned yet.

They’re born blind like puppies! Ethan thought.

Its directionless shuffling suddenly gained purpose and it slowly made its way towards him. Ethan leveled the pistol at its head, ready to pull the trigger and watch it shatter it like a vase. Then he changed tactics and maneuvered himself so his back was to the door so could open it with his free hand without taking his eyes off of Jonathan’s corpse. He watched it get closer and closer as he cocked back the hammer of the pistol and placed the muzzle inches away from Jonathan’s forehead. Then just before it was close enough to grab him, he turned the knob and gingerly out of the way and let Jonathan’s corpse walk right out the door and into the bright sunshine.

There must be millions of them out there by now. One more couldn’t hurt. Just look at him go, he hardly has a mark on him. He'll make a handsome zombie, for awhile at least. Maybe he'll find Rosie again. And when I get tired of this new world, maybe I'll just go out and take some communion too. But in the meantime, somewhere between that couch and this Ruger I bet I can find some answers. Then Ethan moved away from the entrance, locked the door behind him and sat down on the couch with his pistol in his lap.

 

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