That’s the signpost up ahead––your next stop…

I was wrong. Killing those people wasn’t as simple as I thought. The ease with which I took Carl’s life weighs heavy on mind. I’ve barely slept since. Despite it being a matter of them or us, I lie awake nights wondering if there hadn’t been another way to

Plan 9 from Outer Space (1958)

Plan 9 from Outer Space (1958) (Photo credit: twm1340)

resolve the conflict, one that didn’t end in their deaths. So far, I’ve come up with nothing. Shelly’s slept less than I, though I imagine her rape has more to do with that than the fate of Derik and the others. We’ve barely spoken and have neither shared meals together nor a bed. Maybe she blames me for what happened. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should have tried to take the gun away from Felicia. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. I need to deal with what is.

Speaking of which, something strange took place here a few nights ago. Out of guilt and morbid curiosity, I’ve checked on the bodies once every day since I dumped them outdoors. As expected, the living dead ignored the dead flesh and left the bodies alone. The coyotes, feral dogs, and cats know better than to scavenge near a cluster of zombies like we have here and stayed clear. Aside from the inevitable insects, the crows and hawks alone had the nerve to pluck what they could when the coast was clear. Everything was normal weird, up until a few nights ago.

Back on the 9th of this month, about an hour after sunset, every electrical device in the house went dark, batteries included. At the same time, a hum vibrated through the house and everything inside. Light shined in through cracks in the window shutters. I wish I’d run upstairs and looked out the window, but I didn’t. The light and the humming lasted between two and three minutes before abruptly ending. The electricity did not come back on.

In the morning, I discovered the bodies were gone. The simplest explanation consists of a black helicopter hovering over my home while men in black collected the bodies of Derik, Carl, and Felicia for God knows what purpose. You can entertain other explanations by inserting your own alternatives to the bold words. E.g. reindeer sleigh, Santa Clause, etc..

I tried to charge the batteries with a solar charger without success. I got a taste of how things will be when the power finally does fail. I’m not looking forward to that day.

Last night, about the same hour as before, the humming and the outdoor light returned for a short time. When it ended, our power was restored, right down to the batteries being charged as they’d been before.

This is reminiscent of the blackout on the east coast, and I’m interested to know if anyone else has experienced something similar. Of course, you’re aware of the rash of reports about strange lights in the night skies lately. With air traffic no longer in existence, any lights moving about in the sky should be considered strange these days. I’m guessing there’s a link between these lights and what happened to me. Guessing being the key word. I’m also guessing we’ve not yet seen the full extent of the apocalypse, not by a long shot.

Things are getting weird, even by my standards. I’m beginning to wonder if God retired and left Ed Wood in charge.

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