• tab The concrete tiles are getting uncomfortable as I lie staring down at the street. The sun is still climbing towards the noon-lit sky and I’m starting to feel fairly baked. Wish I could go get some water, but I can’t risk that; one of them might see me. One of them, one of the ones down there on the street, lurching along with nowhere to go. They don’t think, not like me, their brains are sluggish and numb, only thinking of the next time they’ll stuff their faces. Me though, I’m smart, I’m way up here where they can’t see me. Buncha idiots’ll wander around all day mumbling, “Where is she?” “She’s not in front of me but I’ll keep checking, just in case.” I let a dry laugh escape my lips. Morons. Although, I am starting to get a little hungry.
    tab If only I grabbed a better weapon then this. “Grab the closest thing you can find to a weapon, Izzy,” I’d said. “Even if it’s a frying pan it’ll still work.” Man, what was I thinking? Well, I hadn’t been thinking at all, not then at least, all I’d wanted to do was get out of arm’s reach. Save my head, well, my brains at least. I should have hopped in that caravan wagon. Maybe, I’d be in a better situation. But, I’m still smarter then those staggering fools down there in the streets. Ugh, my stomach is killing me. I need to look for food, but I’m safe up here.
    tab They don’t run and I doubt they can climb stairs. Should I risk it and try to find food? I just need something that will tide me over until someone shows up. They’ll show up and then I can go down there again. Not now though, I could, but all I have is a frying pan. I’ve heard destroying their heads is the only way you can survive. Yeah, like a frying pan can do that much, it would take quite a few blows and I wouldn’t have the time for that. There’d be more of those suckers on my back before I could kill one of them. An entire horde of ‘em, in fact. That’s why I’m up here now; they can’t reach me on my little roof.
    tab My little roof; the thought makes me laugh. What starts as a dry chuckle becomes a hoarse laugh, which gives way to loud, raking coughs. My throat is so dry that each cough feels like it’s tearing it to shreds. When did I last have water, was it yesterday or the day before? Eyes stinging with tears that won’t form, I look down. Standing around, heads craning as the last echoes fade; they heard me.
    tab I start to panic; where should I go? Can they get up here? How many would it take?
    tab I shouldn’t have worried.
    tab They’re too stupid to figure out where I am from the sound alone. Out of sight, out of mind. They go back to shuffling around and taking up space. A few of them head to the front door, but it’s locked and barricaded. That’s because I’m smart, not like those dead-heads.
    tab I suck on my tongue, nothing. I touch it to the back of my hand, one of my few spots not covered in blood; it’s damp to the touch, but not enough to get my mouth wet.
    tab The sun is making me tired. When did this all begin? My head is starting to feel all fuzzy. I miss my mom and dad. I feel my eyelids droop. I wonder if they’re down there now. Just a short nap. Maybe they got out of the city. I can’t feel my hands. Are my friends down there too? It’s just so hot. Is anyone else smart like me? My chest feels numb. Is anyone else up high like me? Why’s it so hard to breathe? At least they won’t get me up here. Stupid Zombies.