Sharing Sunday – Dead on Time: Part Three

And for today’s Sharing Sunday, the last part from Danni! I hope you enjoy the last part of Dead on Time.

Dead on Time: Part Three

Muttering the directions that Dr. Reed had given her to his position beneath her breath, Rae tightened her grip on her metal pipe as she slowly eased open the door. She couldn’t spot any zoms in the first hallway, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t more further along the way. At

that moment, Rae wished more than anything that she had one of those awesome weapons that she had always seen people carrying in the zombie movies and games. An M4, a Glock, hell, even some sort of sword or machete would have been preferable to a rusty metal pipe she had just pulled off the wall.

Turning her first corner, Rae was surprised to find yet another empty hallway with all of the doors closed. She would have figured that she would have run into at least one zombie. It would have been better to have had to kill one zombie by this point, than worrying that there would be one waiting to pounce on her at the next turn. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst through her chest, it beat so hard.

Just as she turned the corner that signaled the half-way point in her journey, she found herself shoved back onto the floor, a heavy body landing on top of her. Rae barely muffled the scream that threatened to crawl up from the back of her throat. Bared teeth gnashed dangerously close her face, a trail of spittle from the zombie’s mouth trailing across her entire face. She sputtered, the only thought in her head to kill the damn thing so she could wipe the spit off her face.

Yanking up hard on the pipe between them, Rae found her eyes opening wide in a mixture of spit and blood. Surprised, she was definitely surprised that the pipe had slid easily beneath the zombie’s jaw and through to its’ brain. A not-so-clean, yet easy, kill. With all her strength, Rae pushed the body off of her, quickly wiping the mixture of fluids of her face with the hem of her shirt before looking down the hallway. All clear. As she pulled the pipe from the zombie’s head, confusion crossed her features at the number of zoms she had encountered. Having only met one, she could see no reason why the old man over the loud speaker hadn’t been able to make it to the time machine without her help.

Rae became even more worried when the door to the security office with no more zom encounters. It almost made her quite angry, though a few deep breaths allowed her to calm herself. Perhaps this trip without her medication had not been the best idea. Then again, she had not expected to be transported fifty years into the future in the middle of a zombie epidemic.

With three brisk knocks on the door, she turned the knob and swung it open wide. Revealed before her was a many in his early eighties, lounging back in one of the security chairs with his gaze turned towards the monitors that showed nearly every nook and corner of the building. She took a moment to glance across each and every one, breath catching in her throat as she noticed just how many zoms there were in some parts of the building.

“Well,” she spoke, clearing her throat, “that was a rather uneventful trip.”

That soft chuckle that she had only heard over the speaker box in the room of her first zom kill drifted to her ears, “I can’t say that I know what happened, perhaps the zoms smelled dinner and hightailed it out of there.”

Rae’s lips twisted to the side, wishing nothing more than to question Dr. Reed. A quick glance at the video screens dissuaded her from commenting further though. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to escape from this horrible future, to warn those of her time so she would hopefully never have to live this in her later years. She couldn’t imagine going through even a year of a zombie epidemic, let alone the thought of what kind of death she might suffer instead of life.

“As much as I would love to stay and an in depth conversation about this whole thing, I think my returning to my time is of far more importance.”

Without waiting for his reply, Rae spun on her heel to return to the time machine, knowing full well that Dr. Reed would follow closely behind. After all, he wanted her to return as save the future from the zoms; and she was all too happy to comply. She couldn’t wait to see that bright light and dazzling colors again

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A pounding headache accompanied the return to her own time, though her illness didn’t end there. Barely having the strength to collapse outside of the time machine, Raegan tumbled to the floor in a mixture of her own vomit and blood. Even before she opened her eyes she knew what had happened, what Dr. Reed had planned all along. She couldn’t figure out how he had known, but it seemed like all the pieces had fallen into place. Come to think of it, she couldn’t even figure out why he would want these circumstances to occur; though her mind was already beginning to feel muddled. All she could think of was the zom, with its’ spit and blood covering her face; getting into her eyes and mouth.

Bloodshot eyes scanned the room before landing on the shocked face of the man she had chastised about her name. At least she had returned to the correct time. Rae reached out with a blood covered hand, equal amounts of blood spilling down her lips as she tried to speak.

“Go back,” she wheezed, “Don’t… send me… forward… so much.” Rae could feel her end drawing closer, though she had so much more to say. “Zoms… plague.”

As her last breath sputtered from her lips, Rae’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Though she didn’t stay that way; there were only mere seconds between her last breath and her first bite of human flesh.

About the Dreamer:

Danni has been writing over ten years, mostly dribbling in short fictional stories and poetry. Born in the MidWest, she moved more times than she can count during her schooling years. This led to her spending most of her time reading piles of books taller than herself and filling just as many notebooks with various ideas. She now lives in the southern parts of Texas with her husband, two daughters, cat, and dog. Drinking copious amounts of caffeine and staying up at ungodly hours of the night, writing for her is now more of an escape than a hobby.