Royal Flux
09-27-2014, 02:51 PM
This story is in memory of my buddy Mark, may he rest in peace.
WHERE HELL AND HEAVEN MEET
It's a nice american town, a small one, not more than 2000-3000 people living there at best. But it's nice, houses are all white, looking perfect, grass on frontyard and backyard is looking like heaven to walk on. Smell of the fresh cut grass is in the air, it's obviously cut really recently, each yard, every yard. It makes sence, becouse it's early in the morning, even tho sun is already up in the sky. Every tree is looking perfect, there are no wierd looking branches anywhere, almost like they are artificial, but they were definitly real. Little birds are everywhere, singing. Lots of old people are on the streets side walks, well.. mostly old people, but there are also kids, middle aged people, tho not so frequent. Every fence around houses is perfect, also white, every street is looking same. For people who doesn't like big cities, this small town is like heaven on earth, simply beautifull. Perfect ratio of green and concret. Air is so clean, morning dew made tree leafs sparkle like diamonds. Well.. at least that's how i saw it. I noticed there are almost no cars in town, few old ones but mostly i saw bycicles. I came here with my buddy. We were on cross-country walk, you know... seeing places, sleeping in a tent, perfect way to see alot with little money cost. We were about to find something to eat and buy new stuff untill we go to next town, wherever the hell it was. Acording to map, nearest was 40 miles down the main road.
But it was just so beautifull here. Place where you could reach zen state of mind if there is a such a thing. For a moment, we just stood there in the middle of the street admiring view, place was just amazing. We dicided to go to get hot dogs and get supplies for our jurney. We were on a tight schedule, had to get to the airport in ten days on foot so we can get back to our boring lifes with endless stream of working and sleeping and working and sleeping and so on. Too bad, becuze we would definitly stay here for a couple of days. Anyway... when we finaly got to the hot dog stand, we noticed little crowd across the street. Some old dude apperently opened a new restaurant.
He looked really wierd, wrinkeled, had some kind of freaky smile all the time, i guess there are lot's of kinds of people. Restaurant was small, but really pretty. Perfect looking silverware were set on tables along with plates and yellow sunflower in a vase on every table. People are literally standing in a row to get to eat. Even tho place had only like 6-7 tables. But the one who got a chance to eat were like drogged, happy faces, comenting unbeliveble great taste of food.
-"It's like a god himself made this meal" - said some woman passing by.
Housewife obviously, i guess she know what good food is. We wanted to wait to eat there, becouse i mean, you got to try food witch is praised like that, but place was expensive way more that we were willing to pay for a meal, even tho we would wait about 40 people in line in front of us. There was just a way people looked while leaving, like there is a whole new taste they descovered. But, never the less, we had to settle for simple hot dog. Witch was actually quite good, but tasted like sand when we looked at that restaurant. Anyway, owner was that old man, and also he was the chef. food he made was perfect, arranged even more perfect, and he served it too. I guess that's why he had only 6 tables. More wierd than most is the way tables were placed. All around fountain who had one yellow ball in the middle of it... water was pouring on it and
costumers were faced to look strait at it... it was odd at the time, but as i was soon to find out, there were something way more than just wierd about it.
When we were about to leave, i accidently set my view on old owner and i could swear his eyes were shining yellow for a moment.I shaked my head and looked again, but that was it. But i could swear, yellow shine in his eyes, like candle in the dark. not too bright, but it was definitly there. I was sure i imagined it at the time, now, i'm sure it was light in his eyes. Rest of the day we spend looking around.. getting supplies for later, but people around were all excited about that new place to eat... that was the only thing they talked about, even tho we walked quite far from there, still, it was only thing they talked about. But night came, and we set up tents in park on the other side of the town we entered. We were ready to leave in the morning, we just had to do one more thing, we decided we must have that amazing meal, i guess when it's only thing you hear about all day long, it kinda get to you. And we were excited. We were soon to have meal tastefull "as little drops of heaven" as it was described from some guy.
Well, next morning was almost same like the one before, with one minor difference, when we head out to get back to the restaurant, people all over the place were standing on the streets, just staring into the sun, just that, even kids. At first we tought it was something in the sky, or some kind of wierd ritual, but rest of the people around acted even more wierd. We saw fruit stand that had lemons, only lemons, in like 20 boxes set to sell, but there was "NO SALE" sign in front of it and owner was just standing there, looking at them and from time to time, peting them like they were some kind of live animal, cat or something, we felt kinda freaked out, but we only had to go and get super-awesome meal, as we started to call it, and then we could leave. As we walked to restaurant, even more wierd things were around, people looking at turned lightbulb in the porch of some house,just standing there, looking. we saw few kids staring into flashlight wich was turned on, their faces were close as they could be. Everyone just stood there and stared, well, not all of them, some of them were arguing who should be closest to stare, or hold the lamp, or such. It was just crazy. Finally we got to the restaurant street, and we were shocked to find out that place was closed, and not closed like, not working, more like closed like it was never there in a first place. There was dust all over the place, broken front window glass, it was a freakin dump. There was group of people inside, in that filth, just standing there, staring at a tennis ball wich was on the floor.
We stayed there for a while to get hot dog on the same stand we bought them yesterday, and ready to leave, and then things got wicked. Man who was selling hot dogs refused to sell them. He was just standing there staring into musturd, yellow circle of mustard on the ground, wich he obviously poured himself becouse he still had empty bottle in his hand. We asked him for hot dogs but he blew us off
-"I DON'T CARE, MAKE THEM YOURSELF AND GO TO HELL, BUT I'M WARNNING YOU, DON'T EVEN THINK TO LOOK AT HIM, HE'S MINE!!! I'LL CUT YOU IN PEACES IF YOU JUST LOOK AT HIM!!"
He was obviously crazy so we decided to leave, and we went to sit on a nearby bench to get food from our backpacks we bought day before to eat. it was mostly energy bars, biscuits and such. Things that can't get spoiled easy. It was already like, 1 o'clock when we were about to go from this freaking place, where people started acting like crazy over one night, when things got out of control.
Well, before we finished eating we saw that group of people in restaurant fighting over the freaking tennis ball, they were verbal at first but then started to use fists and things and everyone kept saying "IT'S MINE!!!, MINEEE!!!" and just when we are about to leave, one guy grabbed peace of broken glass laying around and stabbed one of them right in the freking neck, rest of them screamed and ran away but just to find shelter nearby, and they stayed there like wild animals, staring in murderer. No one ran far away. Stabber just stood there, one arm was pressing peace of glass wich clearly cut him too, becouse blood was massively dripping from his hand, but he just squeezed it tighter and tighter, and in the other hand he had tennis ball, raised in front of his face, and he stared at it i silence. Me and my buddy just stood there, shocked, in disbelief. What the was going on? Things got even more crazy, police came, two of them, tho we expected them, becouse sirens were heard long before car parked in front of the place. Door opened from both sides and two well build, policeman came out, quickly pulling their guns. One of them had
megaphone, and he used it
-"Sir, drop the ball and lay down on the floor!"
At first sentence he said passed me by, but then.... omg, he said "DROP THE BALL"
Driver of the car yelled: "You mean glass peace Paul?"
- "shut up“ - yelled Paul , as he started to move toward murderer, but then without any warning, he fired at him and killed him. Other policeman was shocked, we were shocked, it was like nightmare,
-"Put the gun on the ground Paul!"- said the policeman, now aiming at his partner.
Paul turned around, he had gun in his hand pointing at ground, but he wasn't putting it down, and then, quick as lighning, he pulled it up and after loud noise and echoing thunder like sound, his partner droped on the ground with red spot on his chest,and Paul just lowered the gun, and aproached to stabber, whose lifeless body was still inside the restaurant, he picked up the tennis ball lift it pu in front of his face and just stood there starring at it. Other poeple inside restaurant never moved away, they just stood there, behind walls and other things, looking at the horror scene. Me and my buddy were hidden behind the bench we ate on. I'm not shamed to say, i was freaked out of my mind, i felt like runing away but my legs were just dead. I shaked, and i tried couple of times to tell my buddy, Mark to get the hell out of this place but my lips were twiching so much i could not speak. I just looked at him, he had face pale as a ghost, and he also shaked, i was trying no to cry but crazy situation i was in and the fact that whole town was acting all crazy was just kicking in and i finaly felt tears of fear and horror sliding down my face.
We stayed there for a moment, but i swear it was like ethernity, when Mark finally said: "Dude we need to **** out of this place" - still shaking like a spiderweb in a wind.
And then, things got even more crazy, clouds covered the sun, we didn't even noticed untill then, that weather is changing for worse, and it became whole lot darker. Freaky part was what happend after... all of the people who were staring at the sun, lowered thier faces when sun disapeared. And then it got wild. Everyone, kids, old people, housewifes, few teens, and middle aged man started to look around, some of them started staring into lightbulbs, some of them started aproaching to Paul, the policeman, they were quite close when he finaly raised his gun and started shooting at them, but there were to many of them, he killed maybe ten of them, shots echoed in the streets, but with the first "click" sound gun made they were on him, like zombies, or animals, or some kind of freaky combination. Crowd got to him growling like dogs, and they acctually started to byte him, and hitting him everywhere, he defended himself, well, he actually tried to keep the tennis ball, but they took it, and ball sliped away thro the crowd some ten foots away. Crowd immediately left Paul alone, and went to get the ball, but he got up and followed the ball. Everyone had to have freaking ball.
Me and Mark diceded to hyde in the dumpster in the ally, and we stayed there peaking thro the opening, and things were still same, everyone wanted the
ball, everyone was for them selves. Blood was everywhere, bodies were everywhere. We saw one guy climbing street lamp and he grabbed hot bulb with his bare hands, and even tho we saw smoke coming out of his palms, he would not let go. Same man was pulled down by newcomer and they fought like wild animals, growling and byting each other and as soon as one of them was on the ground other started to climb the lamp, but when other one stood up he would pull him down and fight continiued, that was like that for a while after one of them grabed broken bottle and stabed other in the face. He stabed him like 15 times, even after he stoped moving and finaly climed the lamp and started holding the lightbulb. we finally decided it's time to get the hell out of this crazy place.
We got out from the dumpster, quite as we could, and started slowly to move thro backyards and backallies, but even tho no one seemed to care about us, it was like walking thro the hell. There were still groups of people fighting everywhere, bodies were on the floor, blood, trash... it was unbeliveable. We noticed that everyone was obsessed with anything that was yellow and round, and everyone had to have their own yellow round thing. I started to make connections about this craziness with wierd restaurant only like two weeks later, on my second therapy session. But to stay on course, we started to move thro town slowly, it was already night time when we got out of dumpster, i belive it was around 8 or 9 pm, when we started to move, but i can't say for sure, all i know was i felt like this is the end. People were still on the streets lamps, covered with people trying to climb up to it, groups were fighting over other yellow round things, like balls or lemons or anything simular. All we heard was scream, growling, and more screaming and growling. We were almost at the park wich was at the end of the town, so we were quite close to leave, even tho it felt like miles, when one of them jumped on Mark. It was so sudden and scary i frozed for a few moments, but Mark didn't. He started screaming and tryed to pull im off his back, but son of a ***** was persistant. By some unlucky accident Mark's lamp in his backpack turned on, so the circle of yellow light was imprinted thro fiber.
I tried to pull him off but i couldn't and he would kick me off few times, to tell you the truth he may not be, but at the time he looked like giant, at least comparing to us, two skinny 23 years old men. He tried to rip off Mark's backpack to get to the light, and i was trying to pull him off, screaming "TAKE THE BACKPACK OFF, MARK!!!" .. but he could not, it was one ot those backpacks with multi-belts so he had two blets around his body, and in all that mess and panic he could not take them off. I finally found some rock and i was determined to get this freak out of my buddy. I closed my eyes and started hitting in the spot where "yellow circle zombies's" head should be. I felt blood on my hands i felt peaces of scull and bone, i'll never forget that feeling while i'm alive.he would not even get off to defend himself. He just kept trying to get to the lamp. Finaly, i gave him final punch and he let go. i was terrified, and Mark was still trying to get him off even tho he felt down few moments ago. In all that panic we forget to take off backpack or at least get rid off the lamp. Becouse body of the freak covered the circle of light. But, we remembered as soon as we stood up, cuz now, circle was visible again and few of them started to run toward us. We ran, like crazy, but they were after us, stupidly enough, nither of us remembered to get rid of the freaking back pack. That one mistake cost Mark his life. We were near the town exit, almost feeling freedom and finaly started to hoping that we just might survive, when one of them jumped in front of us. He, or rather it was like 30 years old male, it was so sudden nither of us moved for a moment. But "it" was ready. He growled and jumped at the same time on Mark. For a moment it looked like Mark could dodge it, but freak grabbed him by his backpack, and pulled him under, i watched in horror while freak byted him on his neck and even tho it was quite dark i saw river of blood pouring from his neck down his shirt. Mark was frozen, he didn't scream, he didn't move, he just droped on his knees while freaky monster was holding him and kept byting. I was crushed at the moment, he was my best buddy since my birth, all our adventures flashed in front of me in a second. But i did nothing, i will never forget and i'll never forgive myself for not helping him, but my legs were like made from lead. I frozed. I just stood there looking him in the eyes. Eyes, that at the same time were shocked, terrified, and even kinda peacefull. He just said
"Run, you idiot, just run!"
His voice was a wisper, but it was like thousand sirens for me. I snaped, and started runing away. I was not kind of person to leave friend behind. I was involved in bunch of fights in my home town, just becouse i was never able to back down and leave friend behind. I stood next to Mark few times well aweare i'm about to get epic beating but he was my buddy and he was there for me as i was there for him. But now, i was like little girl in the dark. I was never expected to face crazy monsters and demons in this hell town. I ran and ran, down the road, alone, histeric, shaking, no one was after me anymore but my legs finally started to listen. Actually hope for freedom made my adrenalin rushing like water turbine so i never stoped runing. I ran 40 miles strait, finally at the the dawn i saw lights from next town. Legs were started to hurt way back, my feet felt teribble. I felt blood in my shoes, but i never stoped running. I stoped when i got to first building in town i arrived at. I droped on my knees, and then hit the ground with my face, i acctually hit my forehead on the way down, but i was so tired i could not stand anymore, i guess my luck finally started to pay atention, becouse next thing i saw was car pulling over and some guy in his fifties, get out and helped me get up. He drove me to the hospital where they started to clean my wounds, on forehead, feets and arms, and to clean blood stains wich were all over me. Police showed up quite fast. Sherrif started to queston me day later. At first i was not going to tell him what happend, i mean, who with sane mind would belive that whole town got crazy and turned into yellow circle zomies. But at this point, i was so shaken i could not think of any lie to tell, i sleeped all night heavily sedated, but i still had nightmares, mostly i saw Mark's eyes. Eyes of a buddy i'll never see again. So, i was too shaken to lie, so i slowly started to tell the unbeliveble truth. Lucky for me, it was right thing to do, becouse i was not the first one to get there from that town, and at this point sherrif knew what's going on and he informed me that millitary went there, and they surounded that hell-town. I stayed in that hospital four days before i finally got word that i'll be transfered with medical helicopter, home in new york, i just had to give one last report to the CIA agent and then they would leave me alone. FBI agent got my report when i was in hospital. And it was finally over. i gave my report and spend another 3 days in my local hospital, before they let me go home. It felt to me like all that crazy horrific things i've been thro were ages ago, but it was only a week ago. Interviews i gave to newspaper that wanted me to tell them my story, helped me made quite a bit of cash, in the old days, i would use it to travell cross-country, now i used to register and buy shotgun and 3 packs of bullets. I'll never be unpreppared again.
They told on the news, that crazines was triggered by virus who got away from secret labaratory near by, but i don't belive them. Now i'm almost 100% sure that wierd and scary yellow eyes old man at the restaurant had to do something with it. He and his freaking yellow ball on the founain. Maybe he was some kind of demon, or something. Reason i'm telling you this is to warn you.. if you ever see described restaurant... don't go inside, don't go near it, go and buy bazooka, and blow that mother****ing place up, along with all sons of *****es eating at that hell pit.
P.S.
This story is dedicated to person who once ment to me more than life itself. We shared this amazing bond, it felt like, 'The real deal' , but i guess amazing things need to end and only things we have left are memories, dreams, and horrors. Also, this story is not real, rather is modified version of my dreams, wich are product of mind under stress, loneliness, exhaustion, and panic of losing dear person.
To H.S.
I'm sorry i can't be person who you need and who you want, i'm just not able to stay same under impact of waves after waves of radiation your words and decisions realiesd upon me. Things you say, and things you do or plan to do, are like cancer for my mind, pressing my nerves and making me almost crazy. It's not your fault, and i know you do everything with care and compassion, but there is this part of me, in darkest and deepest part of my soul. Little child sitting in the corner, crying and feeling left alone by everyone he care about. This outbursts are just screams i'm not able to supress on time. You know i'll always love you, in my wierd wicked way.
WHERE HELL AND HEAVEN MEET
It's a nice american town, a small one, not more than 2000-3000 people living there at best. But it's nice, houses are all white, looking perfect, grass on frontyard and backyard is looking like heaven to walk on. Smell of the fresh cut grass is in the air, it's obviously cut really recently, each yard, every yard. It makes sence, becouse it's early in the morning, even tho sun is already up in the sky. Every tree is looking perfect, there are no wierd looking branches anywhere, almost like they are artificial, but they were definitly real. Little birds are everywhere, singing. Lots of old people are on the streets side walks, well.. mostly old people, but there are also kids, middle aged people, tho not so frequent. Every fence around houses is perfect, also white, every street is looking same. For people who doesn't like big cities, this small town is like heaven on earth, simply beautifull. Perfect ratio of green and concret. Air is so clean, morning dew made tree leafs sparkle like diamonds. Well.. at least that's how i saw it. I noticed there are almost no cars in town, few old ones but mostly i saw bycicles. I came here with my buddy. We were on cross-country walk, you know... seeing places, sleeping in a tent, perfect way to see alot with little money cost. We were about to find something to eat and buy new stuff untill we go to next town, wherever the hell it was. Acording to map, nearest was 40 miles down the main road.
But it was just so beautifull here. Place where you could reach zen state of mind if there is a such a thing. For a moment, we just stood there in the middle of the street admiring view, place was just amazing. We dicided to go to get hot dogs and get supplies for our jurney. We were on a tight schedule, had to get to the airport in ten days on foot so we can get back to our boring lifes with endless stream of working and sleeping and working and sleeping and so on. Too bad, becuze we would definitly stay here for a couple of days. Anyway... when we finaly got to the hot dog stand, we noticed little crowd across the street. Some old dude apperently opened a new restaurant.
He looked really wierd, wrinkeled, had some kind of freaky smile all the time, i guess there are lot's of kinds of people. Restaurant was small, but really pretty. Perfect looking silverware were set on tables along with plates and yellow sunflower in a vase on every table. People are literally standing in a row to get to eat. Even tho place had only like 6-7 tables. But the one who got a chance to eat were like drogged, happy faces, comenting unbeliveble great taste of food.
-"It's like a god himself made this meal" - said some woman passing by.
Housewife obviously, i guess she know what good food is. We wanted to wait to eat there, becouse i mean, you got to try food witch is praised like that, but place was expensive way more that we were willing to pay for a meal, even tho we would wait about 40 people in line in front of us. There was just a way people looked while leaving, like there is a whole new taste they descovered. But, never the less, we had to settle for simple hot dog. Witch was actually quite good, but tasted like sand when we looked at that restaurant. Anyway, owner was that old man, and also he was the chef. food he made was perfect, arranged even more perfect, and he served it too. I guess that's why he had only 6 tables. More wierd than most is the way tables were placed. All around fountain who had one yellow ball in the middle of it... water was pouring on it and
costumers were faced to look strait at it... it was odd at the time, but as i was soon to find out, there were something way more than just wierd about it.
When we were about to leave, i accidently set my view on old owner and i could swear his eyes were shining yellow for a moment.I shaked my head and looked again, but that was it. But i could swear, yellow shine in his eyes, like candle in the dark. not too bright, but it was definitly there. I was sure i imagined it at the time, now, i'm sure it was light in his eyes. Rest of the day we spend looking around.. getting supplies for later, but people around were all excited about that new place to eat... that was the only thing they talked about, even tho we walked quite far from there, still, it was only thing they talked about. But night came, and we set up tents in park on the other side of the town we entered. We were ready to leave in the morning, we just had to do one more thing, we decided we must have that amazing meal, i guess when it's only thing you hear about all day long, it kinda get to you. And we were excited. We were soon to have meal tastefull "as little drops of heaven" as it was described from some guy.
Well, next morning was almost same like the one before, with one minor difference, when we head out to get back to the restaurant, people all over the place were standing on the streets, just staring into the sun, just that, even kids. At first we tought it was something in the sky, or some kind of wierd ritual, but rest of the people around acted even more wierd. We saw fruit stand that had lemons, only lemons, in like 20 boxes set to sell, but there was "NO SALE" sign in front of it and owner was just standing there, looking at them and from time to time, peting them like they were some kind of live animal, cat or something, we felt kinda freaked out, but we only had to go and get super-awesome meal, as we started to call it, and then we could leave. As we walked to restaurant, even more wierd things were around, people looking at turned lightbulb in the porch of some house,just standing there, looking. we saw few kids staring into flashlight wich was turned on, their faces were close as they could be. Everyone just stood there and stared, well, not all of them, some of them were arguing who should be closest to stare, or hold the lamp, or such. It was just crazy. Finally we got to the restaurant street, and we were shocked to find out that place was closed, and not closed like, not working, more like closed like it was never there in a first place. There was dust all over the place, broken front window glass, it was a freakin dump. There was group of people inside, in that filth, just standing there, staring at a tennis ball wich was on the floor.
We stayed there for a while to get hot dog on the same stand we bought them yesterday, and ready to leave, and then things got wicked. Man who was selling hot dogs refused to sell them. He was just standing there staring into musturd, yellow circle of mustard on the ground, wich he obviously poured himself becouse he still had empty bottle in his hand. We asked him for hot dogs but he blew us off
-"I DON'T CARE, MAKE THEM YOURSELF AND GO TO HELL, BUT I'M WARNNING YOU, DON'T EVEN THINK TO LOOK AT HIM, HE'S MINE!!! I'LL CUT YOU IN PEACES IF YOU JUST LOOK AT HIM!!"
He was obviously crazy so we decided to leave, and we went to sit on a nearby bench to get food from our backpacks we bought day before to eat. it was mostly energy bars, biscuits and such. Things that can't get spoiled easy. It was already like, 1 o'clock when we were about to go from this freaking place, where people started acting like crazy over one night, when things got out of control.
Well, before we finished eating we saw that group of people in restaurant fighting over the freaking tennis ball, they were verbal at first but then started to use fists and things and everyone kept saying "IT'S MINE!!!, MINEEE!!!" and just when we are about to leave, one guy grabbed peace of broken glass laying around and stabbed one of them right in the freking neck, rest of them screamed and ran away but just to find shelter nearby, and they stayed there like wild animals, staring in murderer. No one ran far away. Stabber just stood there, one arm was pressing peace of glass wich clearly cut him too, becouse blood was massively dripping from his hand, but he just squeezed it tighter and tighter, and in the other hand he had tennis ball, raised in front of his face, and he stared at it i silence. Me and my buddy just stood there, shocked, in disbelief. What the was going on? Things got even more crazy, police came, two of them, tho we expected them, becouse sirens were heard long before car parked in front of the place. Door opened from both sides and two well build, policeman came out, quickly pulling their guns. One of them had
megaphone, and he used it
-"Sir, drop the ball and lay down on the floor!"
At first sentence he said passed me by, but then.... omg, he said "DROP THE BALL"
Driver of the car yelled: "You mean glass peace Paul?"
- "shut up“ - yelled Paul , as he started to move toward murderer, but then without any warning, he fired at him and killed him. Other policeman was shocked, we were shocked, it was like nightmare,
-"Put the gun on the ground Paul!"- said the policeman, now aiming at his partner.
Paul turned around, he had gun in his hand pointing at ground, but he wasn't putting it down, and then, quick as lighning, he pulled it up and after loud noise and echoing thunder like sound, his partner droped on the ground with red spot on his chest,and Paul just lowered the gun, and aproached to stabber, whose lifeless body was still inside the restaurant, he picked up the tennis ball lift it pu in front of his face and just stood there starring at it. Other poeple inside restaurant never moved away, they just stood there, behind walls and other things, looking at the horror scene. Me and my buddy were hidden behind the bench we ate on. I'm not shamed to say, i was freaked out of my mind, i felt like runing away but my legs were just dead. I shaked, and i tried couple of times to tell my buddy, Mark to get the hell out of this place but my lips were twiching so much i could not speak. I just looked at him, he had face pale as a ghost, and he also shaked, i was trying no to cry but crazy situation i was in and the fact that whole town was acting all crazy was just kicking in and i finaly felt tears of fear and horror sliding down my face.
We stayed there for a moment, but i swear it was like ethernity, when Mark finally said: "Dude we need to **** out of this place" - still shaking like a spiderweb in a wind.
And then, things got even more crazy, clouds covered the sun, we didn't even noticed untill then, that weather is changing for worse, and it became whole lot darker. Freaky part was what happend after... all of the people who were staring at the sun, lowered thier faces when sun disapeared. And then it got wild. Everyone, kids, old people, housewifes, few teens, and middle aged man started to look around, some of them started staring into lightbulbs, some of them started aproaching to Paul, the policeman, they were quite close when he finaly raised his gun and started shooting at them, but there were to many of them, he killed maybe ten of them, shots echoed in the streets, but with the first "click" sound gun made they were on him, like zombies, or animals, or some kind of freaky combination. Crowd got to him growling like dogs, and they acctually started to byte him, and hitting him everywhere, he defended himself, well, he actually tried to keep the tennis ball, but they took it, and ball sliped away thro the crowd some ten foots away. Crowd immediately left Paul alone, and went to get the ball, but he got up and followed the ball. Everyone had to have freaking ball.
Me and Mark diceded to hyde in the dumpster in the ally, and we stayed there peaking thro the opening, and things were still same, everyone wanted the
ball, everyone was for them selves. Blood was everywhere, bodies were everywhere. We saw one guy climbing street lamp and he grabbed hot bulb with his bare hands, and even tho we saw smoke coming out of his palms, he would not let go. Same man was pulled down by newcomer and they fought like wild animals, growling and byting each other and as soon as one of them was on the ground other started to climb the lamp, but when other one stood up he would pull him down and fight continiued, that was like that for a while after one of them grabed broken bottle and stabed other in the face. He stabed him like 15 times, even after he stoped moving and finaly climed the lamp and started holding the lightbulb. we finally decided it's time to get the hell out of this crazy place.
We got out from the dumpster, quite as we could, and started slowly to move thro backyards and backallies, but even tho no one seemed to care about us, it was like walking thro the hell. There were still groups of people fighting everywhere, bodies were on the floor, blood, trash... it was unbeliveable. We noticed that everyone was obsessed with anything that was yellow and round, and everyone had to have their own yellow round thing. I started to make connections about this craziness with wierd restaurant only like two weeks later, on my second therapy session. But to stay on course, we started to move thro town slowly, it was already night time when we got out of dumpster, i belive it was around 8 or 9 pm, when we started to move, but i can't say for sure, all i know was i felt like this is the end. People were still on the streets lamps, covered with people trying to climb up to it, groups were fighting over other yellow round things, like balls or lemons or anything simular. All we heard was scream, growling, and more screaming and growling. We were almost at the park wich was at the end of the town, so we were quite close to leave, even tho it felt like miles, when one of them jumped on Mark. It was so sudden and scary i frozed for a few moments, but Mark didn't. He started screaming and tryed to pull im off his back, but son of a ***** was persistant. By some unlucky accident Mark's lamp in his backpack turned on, so the circle of yellow light was imprinted thro fiber.
I tried to pull him off but i couldn't and he would kick me off few times, to tell you the truth he may not be, but at the time he looked like giant, at least comparing to us, two skinny 23 years old men. He tried to rip off Mark's backpack to get to the light, and i was trying to pull him off, screaming "TAKE THE BACKPACK OFF, MARK!!!" .. but he could not, it was one ot those backpacks with multi-belts so he had two blets around his body, and in all that mess and panic he could not take them off. I finally found some rock and i was determined to get this freak out of my buddy. I closed my eyes and started hitting in the spot where "yellow circle zombies's" head should be. I felt blood on my hands i felt peaces of scull and bone, i'll never forget that feeling while i'm alive.he would not even get off to defend himself. He just kept trying to get to the lamp. Finaly, i gave him final punch and he let go. i was terrified, and Mark was still trying to get him off even tho he felt down few moments ago. In all that panic we forget to take off backpack or at least get rid off the lamp. Becouse body of the freak covered the circle of light. But, we remembered as soon as we stood up, cuz now, circle was visible again and few of them started to run toward us. We ran, like crazy, but they were after us, stupidly enough, nither of us remembered to get rid of the freaking back pack. That one mistake cost Mark his life. We were near the town exit, almost feeling freedom and finaly started to hoping that we just might survive, when one of them jumped in front of us. He, or rather it was like 30 years old male, it was so sudden nither of us moved for a moment. But "it" was ready. He growled and jumped at the same time on Mark. For a moment it looked like Mark could dodge it, but freak grabbed him by his backpack, and pulled him under, i watched in horror while freak byted him on his neck and even tho it was quite dark i saw river of blood pouring from his neck down his shirt. Mark was frozen, he didn't scream, he didn't move, he just droped on his knees while freaky monster was holding him and kept byting. I was crushed at the moment, he was my best buddy since my birth, all our adventures flashed in front of me in a second. But i did nothing, i will never forget and i'll never forgive myself for not helping him, but my legs were like made from lead. I frozed. I just stood there looking him in the eyes. Eyes, that at the same time were shocked, terrified, and even kinda peacefull. He just said
"Run, you idiot, just run!"
His voice was a wisper, but it was like thousand sirens for me. I snaped, and started runing away. I was not kind of person to leave friend behind. I was involved in bunch of fights in my home town, just becouse i was never able to back down and leave friend behind. I stood next to Mark few times well aweare i'm about to get epic beating but he was my buddy and he was there for me as i was there for him. But now, i was like little girl in the dark. I was never expected to face crazy monsters and demons in this hell town. I ran and ran, down the road, alone, histeric, shaking, no one was after me anymore but my legs finally started to listen. Actually hope for freedom made my adrenalin rushing like water turbine so i never stoped runing. I ran 40 miles strait, finally at the the dawn i saw lights from next town. Legs were started to hurt way back, my feet felt teribble. I felt blood in my shoes, but i never stoped running. I stoped when i got to first building in town i arrived at. I droped on my knees, and then hit the ground with my face, i acctually hit my forehead on the way down, but i was so tired i could not stand anymore, i guess my luck finally started to pay atention, becouse next thing i saw was car pulling over and some guy in his fifties, get out and helped me get up. He drove me to the hospital where they started to clean my wounds, on forehead, feets and arms, and to clean blood stains wich were all over me. Police showed up quite fast. Sherrif started to queston me day later. At first i was not going to tell him what happend, i mean, who with sane mind would belive that whole town got crazy and turned into yellow circle zomies. But at this point, i was so shaken i could not think of any lie to tell, i sleeped all night heavily sedated, but i still had nightmares, mostly i saw Mark's eyes. Eyes of a buddy i'll never see again. So, i was too shaken to lie, so i slowly started to tell the unbeliveble truth. Lucky for me, it was right thing to do, becouse i was not the first one to get there from that town, and at this point sherrif knew what's going on and he informed me that millitary went there, and they surounded that hell-town. I stayed in that hospital four days before i finally got word that i'll be transfered with medical helicopter, home in new york, i just had to give one last report to the CIA agent and then they would leave me alone. FBI agent got my report when i was in hospital. And it was finally over. i gave my report and spend another 3 days in my local hospital, before they let me go home. It felt to me like all that crazy horrific things i've been thro were ages ago, but it was only a week ago. Interviews i gave to newspaper that wanted me to tell them my story, helped me made quite a bit of cash, in the old days, i would use it to travell cross-country, now i used to register and buy shotgun and 3 packs of bullets. I'll never be unpreppared again.
They told on the news, that crazines was triggered by virus who got away from secret labaratory near by, but i don't belive them. Now i'm almost 100% sure that wierd and scary yellow eyes old man at the restaurant had to do something with it. He and his freaking yellow ball on the founain. Maybe he was some kind of demon, or something. Reason i'm telling you this is to warn you.. if you ever see described restaurant... don't go inside, don't go near it, go and buy bazooka, and blow that mother****ing place up, along with all sons of *****es eating at that hell pit.
P.S.
This story is dedicated to person who once ment to me more than life itself. We shared this amazing bond, it felt like, 'The real deal' , but i guess amazing things need to end and only things we have left are memories, dreams, and horrors. Also, this story is not real, rather is modified version of my dreams, wich are product of mind under stress, loneliness, exhaustion, and panic of losing dear person.
To H.S.
I'm sorry i can't be person who you need and who you want, i'm just not able to stay same under impact of waves after waves of radiation your words and decisions realiesd upon me. Things you say, and things you do or plan to do, are like cancer for my mind, pressing my nerves and making me almost crazy. It's not your fault, and i know you do everything with care and compassion, but there is this part of me, in darkest and deepest part of my soul. Little child sitting in the corner, crying and feeling left alone by everyone he care about. This outbursts are just screams i'm not able to supress on time. You know i'll always love you, in my wierd wicked way.