Morris: Zombie Barbie of the Dead
October 2012
There was no warning, no portent of any sort. It just
happened. One crisp Sunday afternoon Lady McKee was coming home with her friend
Mr. Brown. The world was safe and we were secure in our comforting routine
existence, the next moment it was all gone. If she knew the horror that awaited
her in her own home... I wonder if she would have turned back.
On this autumn day Mr. Brown pulled the car into the
drive way of the McKee home, Lady McKee got out of the car to get the gate as
she pulled the huge wooden gate open and walked onto the deck she screamed, a
scream that will never leave her. A sign on the wall foretold what was to come
next “DANGER Zombie Feeding Area”. Strewn around under that fateful sign were
body parts, hardly anything left from the past victims. Ironically the pile of
guns laid at their feet were still mostly full of ammo. Something happened
here... Something bad... But what?
As Mr. Brown parked the car and walked up to the gruesome
scene Lady McKee had somewhat recovered and to her, there was no turning back.
This was her house, her home and she was going to take it back, take it ALL
back. Gathering her resolve she started for the pile of weapons and split them
50/50 with Mr. Brown. Then, loaded and prepared themselves for the worst.
Pausing at the door, noting the flaking white paint she
listened. Satisfied that she could not hear anything from the other side she
twisted the handle, opening the door and going into the darkness beyond.
Lady McKee advanced inside the home slowly when a pale white hand that shot out
of the darkness of another room, the first answer to what happened here
zombies, the sign wasn’t make believe. As it approached her moaning arms out
and desperately trying to grab her, Lady McKee scrabbled for her weapon,
brought the gun up alongside her waist, pointed it into the darkness where two
dull eyes stared back at her. One shot rang out loudly, causing two others
zombies in the hallway to notice the fresh meat that walked into the home. Lady
McKee staggered backward as Mr. Brown who had her back shouldered into the room
and shot. A bullet from his gun whipped past her and slammed into the fallen
zombie’s skull. He said "always double tap".
Lady McKee looked up and in the hallway were 2 little
golden haired girls; the new advancing zombies. Deliberately pacing her shots,
Lady McKee with tears in her eyes started firing at the two little girls and
her attackers started falling. as the duo moved over the girls body’s and down
the hallway into the living room more figures lurched from the couch. Then
despite her methodicalness with an unfamiliar weapon, Lady McKee's gun jammed
as she was in the doorway. Stumbling over the mounting pile of bodies behind
her Lady McKee fell down as the zombies began to approach. Mr. Brown seeing the
failure of her gun began to fire faster in rising panic. He pulled Lady McKee
back though the house onto the deck to regroup.
Fortuitously, Mr. McKee arrived on the scene at the same
time, seeing his wife covered in blood and gunpowder on the back deck with a
hurt leg. He knew she could no longer continue clearing their home, Mr. McKee
took up the gun and with fierce determination he marches into the house and
hears the scratching… rapping on the bedroom door…
As Mr. McKee opened the bedroom door, she was there… all
of her pink bloody horror… Zombie Barbie. We’re not even sure she knew what she
was. She turned, rising off the bed and said “I’m Barbie, do you want to play?”
Mr. McKee started laying rounds into her she was advancing. Because Mr. Mckee
just arrived on the scene he hadn’t known the walking nightmares needed to be
shot in the head and he was pumping her full of lead in the body, Lady McKee
came up behind him and with one aimed shot, shot her in the head… dead.. The
McKee’s were safe and their home secure. The sign outside was finally
wrong, this was no longer a Zombie Feeding Area, but a Zombie Death Trap
instead.
