A Kim story.
One night, Kim (sanriobyrd) and I were out for a drive in her car when she ran out of gas. It was pretty late, and pretty cold, but we knew we'd passed a little gas station a couple miles back. We decided to walk back to it, hoping that it would be open.
It seemed like we'd walked forever. We were beginning to think we'd imagined the gas station. We were walking into the wind, and it was blowing hard. Kim's face was flushed, and the strain of the walk was beginning to show. I suggested that we stop for a moment to rest. Kim agreed.
We stepped into the woods, hoping to get relief from the relentless wind. Unfortunately, the smaller trees along the road did not offer much protection. In the moonlight, I saw a small cabin just ahead. It looked abandoned, the roof was falling in, and the whole structure was leaning to the right. There was not a light to be seen.
It began to rain. With the wind blowing so hard, the rain felt like bullets hitting our faces. We headed to the cabin.
As we neared the cabin, I let out a shout of warning, just in case someone did live there. The howling of the storm was my only answer.
I reached the cabin and pushed on the porch to see if it was stable enough to climb up on. It seemed to be, so I climbed up. I reached back and grabbed Kim's hand and helped her up.
The door was ajar, and Kim timidly pushed it open. The interior of the cabin was black as coal, we couldn't see anything. I edged inside and lit my lighter, revealing the room.
It was dirty, there were old papers covering the floor, and cobwebs hanging down like curtains from the ceiling. Nearly empty furnature wise, containing only a few chairs and an old bed. There was a large hole in the floor to the left of the door, but the rest of the floor seemed ok.
The cabin certainly seemed a nicer place than out in the storm, so we entered. Kim mentioned that we probably should have just stayed with the car.
"What good would that have done? No one drives this road since they opened up the interstate. We could have been sitting there for days before someone came by" I said, "besides, we must be almost to that gas station. Once the rain stops, we'll be there in no time."
Kim couldn't argue with that. She lit a cigarette, and sat carefully on one of the chairs. I sat down on another chair and stared at Kim, who looked particularly evil in the red glow from her cigarette.
Thunder boomed outside, and the storm got stronger. The roof of the cabin leaked a little, but it wasn't too bad. Then, when lighting hit nearby and lit the whole cabin up, I noticed something. And I was scared.
I'm not easily scared, but there was something coming out of the hole in the floor. I could scarcely breathe. Kim continued to smoke.
A few moments later, lighting flashed again. The thing was now standing right behind Kim. A strange squeeking noise came out of my mouth. She asked me what was wrong. Then the thing grabbed her shoulder. She dropped her cigarette and screamed.
The papers on the floor quickly began to smolder. Within moments, the cabin was lighted by the flames that were quickly consuming it. I stared as the thing, perhaps human at one time, but no longer recognisably so, grasped Kim in it's gooey, flesh dripping arms. She pleaded for me to help, but I was frozen.
I couldn't look away. It held Kim by the ears, cracked open her skull and ate her brains. As she fell to the floor, I came to my senses and climbed out the back window of the cabin. I fell strangely, and it hurt, but I got up quickly and ran like I'd never run before. The woods were light by the burning cabin, so I didn't run into any trees in my paniced flight.
Though I was unsure of the way at first, I managed to find myself back on the road within a few minutes. I didn't dare stop to think, ran down the road towards the elusive gas station. It didn't take me long to get there, it was just as I'd told Kim. We were very close to it. It seemed to be closed, but when I banged on the door it was quickly answered. I didn't want to seem crazy, so I said "I ran out of gas down the road."
The older gentleman was very nice. He grabbed a gas can, filled it up, and drove me back to Kim's car. I tried to give him money, but he said he was just doing the Christian thing.
I drove back to town, wondering what I would tell people when they asked about Kim. I remembered that our trip was spur of the moment, and no one really knew we'd gone, so I decided to abandon her car and pretend like it never happened. I figured it would be better to leave her car somewhere that wasn't suspicious, so I parked it in front of her boyfriends house and stole a bike from a little kid that was riding by and went home.
I was sad, but I figured no one would believe me if I said that Kim was attacked by a zombie in a burning cabin out in the middle of nowhere. So I kept it to myself until now. But the really disturbing part of it.. I knew she was dead. I swear, no one could live through that. But a week or so after it happened, I saw her at a show. Everyone thought I was a real asshole because I left as soon as I saw her, but now you guys know why.
It feels good to have that off my chest.
It seemed like we'd walked forever. We were beginning to think we'd imagined the gas station. We were walking into the wind, and it was blowing hard. Kim's face was flushed, and the strain of the walk was beginning to show. I suggested that we stop for a moment to rest. Kim agreed.
We stepped into the woods, hoping to get relief from the relentless wind. Unfortunately, the smaller trees along the road did not offer much protection. In the moonlight, I saw a small cabin just ahead. It looked abandoned, the roof was falling in, and the whole structure was leaning to the right. There was not a light to be seen.
It began to rain. With the wind blowing so hard, the rain felt like bullets hitting our faces. We headed to the cabin.
As we neared the cabin, I let out a shout of warning, just in case someone did live there. The howling of the storm was my only answer.
I reached the cabin and pushed on the porch to see if it was stable enough to climb up on. It seemed to be, so I climbed up. I reached back and grabbed Kim's hand and helped her up.
The door was ajar, and Kim timidly pushed it open. The interior of the cabin was black as coal, we couldn't see anything. I edged inside and lit my lighter, revealing the room.
It was dirty, there were old papers covering the floor, and cobwebs hanging down like curtains from the ceiling. Nearly empty furnature wise, containing only a few chairs and an old bed. There was a large hole in the floor to the left of the door, but the rest of the floor seemed ok.
The cabin certainly seemed a nicer place than out in the storm, so we entered. Kim mentioned that we probably should have just stayed with the car.
"What good would that have done? No one drives this road since they opened up the interstate. We could have been sitting there for days before someone came by" I said, "besides, we must be almost to that gas station. Once the rain stops, we'll be there in no time."
Kim couldn't argue with that. She lit a cigarette, and sat carefully on one of the chairs. I sat down on another chair and stared at Kim, who looked particularly evil in the red glow from her cigarette.
Thunder boomed outside, and the storm got stronger. The roof of the cabin leaked a little, but it wasn't too bad. Then, when lighting hit nearby and lit the whole cabin up, I noticed something. And I was scared.
I'm not easily scared, but there was something coming out of the hole in the floor. I could scarcely breathe. Kim continued to smoke.
A few moments later, lighting flashed again. The thing was now standing right behind Kim. A strange squeeking noise came out of my mouth. She asked me what was wrong. Then the thing grabbed her shoulder. She dropped her cigarette and screamed.
The papers on the floor quickly began to smolder. Within moments, the cabin was lighted by the flames that were quickly consuming it. I stared as the thing, perhaps human at one time, but no longer recognisably so, grasped Kim in it's gooey, flesh dripping arms. She pleaded for me to help, but I was frozen.
I couldn't look away. It held Kim by the ears, cracked open her skull and ate her brains. As she fell to the floor, I came to my senses and climbed out the back window of the cabin. I fell strangely, and it hurt, but I got up quickly and ran like I'd never run before. The woods were light by the burning cabin, so I didn't run into any trees in my paniced flight.
Though I was unsure of the way at first, I managed to find myself back on the road within a few minutes. I didn't dare stop to think, ran down the road towards the elusive gas station. It didn't take me long to get there, it was just as I'd told Kim. We were very close to it. It seemed to be closed, but when I banged on the door it was quickly answered. I didn't want to seem crazy, so I said "I ran out of gas down the road."
The older gentleman was very nice. He grabbed a gas can, filled it up, and drove me back to Kim's car. I tried to give him money, but he said he was just doing the Christian thing.
I drove back to town, wondering what I would tell people when they asked about Kim. I remembered that our trip was spur of the moment, and no one really knew we'd gone, so I decided to abandon her car and pretend like it never happened. I figured it would be better to leave her car somewhere that wasn't suspicious, so I parked it in front of her boyfriends house and stole a bike from a little kid that was riding by and went home.
I was sad, but I figured no one would believe me if I said that Kim was attacked by a zombie in a burning cabin out in the middle of nowhere. So I kept it to myself until now. But the really disturbing part of it.. I knew she was dead. I swear, no one could live through that. But a week or so after it happened, I saw her at a show. Everyone thought I was a real asshole because I left as soon as I saw her, but now you guys know why.
It feels good to have that off my chest.