Diamond blue

The man of ice

Gathering up the courage I swing around the corner to face this man only to see that nothing is there. I thought it was nothing more but another figment of my imagination. With a heavy heart I Once again stroll through the old rundown town that used be a thriving community. Until an unknown gas cloud exploded from The hill killing everyone except me. I was only 5 back then, it’s been 13 yrs since the Loneliness began. Thinking back on the past I start to think about everyone who used be alive like family, the priest and my friends. I Begin to sink further into the black ocean deeper and deeper breathing becomes difficult the crushing weight grounding on my bones. with tears on my face and a head ache I wipe the tears from my eyes And look around to see where I am, only to be shocked to find myself home. My old home, I slowly walk up the porch passing by of what remains of my mother and baby brother still sitting in the rocking chair. I open the door to See the table still set, the candles long since extinguished, food rotting in clumps on the plates and dads body hunched over the stove still clutching the whisk.

Just for an instant I thought maybe just maybe that this was all a bad dream but seeing mother, brother and father. Reminds me that this is all...all Just to real be a dream. Taking another look at the house i walk to the door but before I can push the door open. I was startled by the sounds of shattering glass. Running up stairs I slam the door open weapon ready expecting a fight. But I see that man standing there brushing glass off himself. With a mid tone voice he speaks “well that hurt” his voice was deep but calming. My cheeks blushed and I felt light headed. Being closer to the man I got a better look at him and even tho it’s cold in here due to the window now broken i feel hot just being around him. His white hair has glass and ice mixed into it. His bight blue jacket like cloak With short sleeves is trimmed with white fur moving gracefully in the wind that is seeping through the now broken window. the tall brown boots he wears has snow sticking to it like flour. And his left arm is like anything I’ve ever seen.It’s transparent as glass and has a light blue Shine to it. It’s like it’s been sculpted from ice.

 The man only just realising that I’m there, looks towards me with a confused expression on his face I stand absolutely still like I was paralysed, “someone’s alive?” He says in disbelief. “Um..uh hg...hel...h..hiiiii” I stutter it was so hard to talk to him for some reason. Maybe it’s because I’ve never talked to a real human being for a long time. But as soon as that Thought goes through my head He jumps onto the the table and squats down and comes face to face with me. Shocked by what happen I suddenly find myself face to face with him my entire face goes red, “so how long have you been here?” He says with a calm tone in his voice, Like he is talking to a small child. “th..th...thirteen years” I respond. “Thirteen hmm...is anyone else alive?” He asks. I lower my head “no” i sadly respond. “Your were alone for thirteen years...how are you not off you rockers yet?” He asks. “Don’t know” I quickly respond. I Face my head to floor like I was being lectured for doing something bad. 

Without warning he grabs my cheeks with one hand and moves my head around looking intensely at it. “Hmm no signs of infections or wounds.” he then opens my mouth and start poking his light blue fingers from his left arm through like he was look for something. “No dental damage or signs of rot...ok your all clear” I look at him with a confused expression “what?” I say hesitantly, “hmm? You haven’t noticed?” He asks. I respond with a concerned tone “noticed what?” He takes a breath and sharply responds with “the dead are rising from the grave.” “What that can’t be, your lying! I’ve lived here for years and I’ve not seen a single zombie.” I shout with anger. How dare he tell me that my family, friends and neighbours are walking around trying to kill me. The man looks at me not surprised by my outburst and is about to speak when I dash out of the room tears pouring down my face. I run down the stair passing by dads body Slumped on the stairs, I pass mom and brothers body in the dinning room and I run out the door. Crying I run in the direction of my safe spot in the church. It can be found in the church bell tower, the bell has long since fallen so I now use it as my room and my personal place to think there’s nothing special in it just a mattress and blankets. But before I can reach It I’m met with something unholy. I bash the large church door open only to see a massive horde of undead among them are friends, the priest and neighbours well what’s left of them.

The undead turn towards me. With a menacing glare they charge towards me like hounds on fox hunt. Jaws open revealing the rotting  flesh and maggots crawling through it. You could even see through to the other side in most of them. Every Step they take I can hear the rattling of their rib bones. Petrified by what My friends have become I stood frozen to the spot fixated on them and they every move movement. Coming  closer and closer I just stood Their distracted by their glowing purple eyes and a purple glow coursing thought their veins. The undead wrap there hands around me and thrust Their head forward closing their jaw down, before they make contact. The man comes out of nowhere and punches it in the face shattering the zombies jaw into several pieces. At the same time he has another zombie in a headlock in his other arm. “You know running into a town during a zombie attack isn’t the best of ideas” he say while bashing the zombie he had in a headlock into the wall. The rest of the zombies stop their attack on me and set their eyes onto the man and charge towards him jaws open and arms thrusted toward him. “Oh that reminds me the names throst, Christopher throst.” Say the man while a hoard of zombies rush towards him.