The Harkin

IMG_0067The warm water from the shower massaged Tracy’s back.  The steam from the heat of the liquid filled the room but left the view within the small bathroom window.  Tracy reached for the shampoo when she saw a frightening shadow passing in front of a the church next to the house.  The creature had tall, thin legs.  It’s keratin-covered abdomen stood six foot over the asphalt.

Tracy, unconsciously, reached for the window shelf and knocked over a bottle of shampoo.  The noise started her and she screamed.

Tracy took in a sudden breath and held her mouth as the insect-like creature stepped from the shadow or the church.

Tracy scooped the shower curtain to the right and stuck her head out.

“Darrin!  There is a Harkin outside.  What are we going to do?”

She could hear someone moving around, outside the bathroom door.  The thought, quick and terrifying, of an invasion within the house swam within her head.

“What did you say?”  Darrin replied.

“There is one of those Harkin bugs outside.  Where are the kids?”

Tracy could hear her husband search the room next door.  Items fell to the ground.  He cursed, as whatever he was looking for, eluded him.

“Darrin!  The crossbow is on the shelf next to the AR-14.”

“Why did you move it,” came the reply.

“Just get it.  The Harkin just stopped at our driveway.  Where are the children!”

The horror of the situation suddenly got worse when Tracy heard her middle child scream.  The Harkin stuttered movements proved that it was surprised by the sudden noise.  It turned its arrow-shaped head to the right and began to step forward.  The driveway was covered in stones.  The Harkin struggled to stand upon the stones.  It’s thin legs pausing and stepping carefully.

The back door slammed shut several times and  Tracy could hear the children talking.  She sighed till she saw her husband step past the window.

Darrin was dressed in ratty shorts and a white t-shirt.  He loaded a bolt and pointed the crossbow at the Harkin.  Tracy banged on the glass.

“You have to shoot it between the head and abs?”

The Harkin turned toward the noise.  Darren grimaced but dutifully grinned then waved.

Tracy watched as her husband began to approach the insect.  She banged on the shower window again as he approached.  This noise distracted the Harkin but also her husband.

She opened the small window and waved. Darrin grumbled and refocused on the Harkin.  Tracy watched as he held the crossbow to his shoulder and zeroed in on the soft section between the plates of keratin.

He fired but the bolt  bounced off the insects armor.  It did attract attention and the Harkin turned toward him.  Her husband skipped toward the back of the creature.  Tracy suddenly noticed he had no shoes on.

“What an idiot,” she thought as he avoided being seen.

She banged on the windows again drawing attention back to her.  The Harkin began to approach the house.  The grass beside the driveway would make it easier to move.

“Darrin, you have to keep it out of the grass.”

Her husband approached the large insect.  He was crouched and moving carefully.  The crossbow trained on the target.  The bolt flew from the weapon and struck the creature.  It didn’t scream, as you would expect, but it sighed and sank.  It’s abdomen stood three feet from the ground as Darrin loaded another bolt.  The creature began to struggle as the poison in the bolt began to work.  It was unable to free the bolt from beneath the armor.  It swung its right-front legs near the wound.  Darrin got closer and fired a second bolt into the creature.  The Harkin retched.  It tried to reach out and tear into its attacker but the poison infected it’s blood.  It’s energy level dropped every second as it was starting to die.

Tracy suddenly heard the door open and close and knew the children had left the house to check out the creature.  She took a final look at the creature.  It sat upon the green grass beside the house.  Darrin, motioned to the children to stay away.  She then stepped from the shower, grabbed a towel and got dressed.



“…bam.. I don’t want to doubt you… wishing I could run..” Erik sings parts of Love You Madly. A song long past it’s prime. The thought of life when the music flowed through the Internet… Erik brushed it away and swallowed the rest of the whiskey he found.

He watched a zombie stumble through the aisles of the abandoned grocery.

“Gary!” Erik shouted, opening the glass doors of the defunct refrigerator.

Startled, the zombie leapt, but soon returned to it’s aimless search for the living.

Erik reached for a gallon of solidified milk, he opened the door wide and threw the jug at the zombie.

“Hey, stink-face. Eat me.”

The jug exploded against a store aisle. The solidified milk burst from the jug, covering the zombie in white.

Erik laughed… coughed… then laughed again.

The zombie turned and growled. It then marched toward Erik.

“Gary is mad.. Gary is mad…” Erik taunted between fits of laughter. “Ha…”

A noise within the dark store warehouse changed his mood.

Did he lock the back door? Did someone figure out his traps and walk inside?

A crash from within the darkness confirms Erik’s fear. He curses and attempts the close the glass door but it will not move.

“Holy crap,”

Am I back?

I want to take this moment, while I’m on the throne to ponder whether I am back to writing and this blog. I’ve been thinking a out it a lot.

What have I been doing? You say?

Well, working and growing my artistic talents mainly. I’ve been working really hard on something that I feel will get me somewhere. Writing, while I love it.. is just not do it that. Sorry, writing muse.. but…

I am back on this blog and I am posting so… Am I back?

She’s not stopping – City of Zombies

“She’s not stopping,” Jean said as both men watched Rebecca weave through the stationary traffic.

“I can’t go after her.  She stabbed me.”  Erik pleaded with the tall man.

“You want me to run after her?”

“Um.. yes.”  Erik replied.

“Who do you think I am, an Olympic athlete?”

Erik was cooking up a response when he noticed Rebecca had stopped abruptly.  She was nearly one hundred feet away and standing in front of two dark-skinned men.

“Sean and Andrew,” Erik began to limp toward them.

Both men talked to Rebecca as Erik and Jean approached.

“Where the hell you been?”  Erik shouted as they stood facing the men.

“What?  Are you my father?”  Sean replied.

“Why are you letting this young lady take off like that?”  He asked.

Erik told the men about the overnight stay and the fate of Rebecca’s grandfather and mother.  Rebecca sobbed, no longer ran, and said very little.

“We need to get some food.  I’m starve’n.”

“There’s an old fast food restaurant up the street.  Not sure what would be eatable but we could try there.”

Misunderstanding – City of Zombies

“This bat is a dream,” Erik says as he clobbers another infected.  The thin, pale man falls to the ground.

“It’s not dead,” Jean Claude responds as they walk past.

“They don’t need to be dead,” Erik replied, “Just out of the way.”

“So Rebecca,” Erik looked down at the young lady walking beside him.  “What happened?  It looked to me like your mother was infected before you all walked into this place.  The incubation period of usually a couple days.”

“That’s not to say your experience wasn’t terrifying.  I can understand that you are no longer talking to anyone.  I just need to know.”

Rebecca continued walking.  Stepping a little faster as she stared forward.  Erik watched as she stepped away from the group then stopped behind a Volkswagen with grass growing from the partially opened doors.

“We should give her a moment,” Jean Claude said while stopping Erik with his large hand.

“You look familiar to me,” he said.

“I have that kind of face.”

“,” Jean Claude continued.  “You are familiar.”

“Why, do you want to send a post card to your family back home,” Erik shot.  His eyes fierce.

“I mean you now harm, brother.  Just trying to place your face.”  Jean Claude tried to assure Erik as he stepped away from him.

“You can stop trying to place anything.  I’m sure I am who you think I am.  Erik, the Terrible.  The man they blasted on the news for starting the infection.  Which, by the way, was not what I did.  I did not start it.  I did not stop it.. or I couldn’t.  It had gone way to far before I was able to activate any of the protocols.”

Erik walked away from Jean Claude and stepped up to Rebecca.  Rebecca turned, fire in her eyes, and thrust a small metal barb into his thigh.

Erik stepped back.  Rebecca swung and missed with her small fist.  Erik walked backward and sat upon the hood of a car.  He held his hands against the metal barb, waiting for the pain to subside before he pulled it out.  Rebecca stepped toward him.  Attempted to swing but Jean Claude stopped her.

“Hey, hay.. stop now.  We have a long way to go.  This man, as much as you hate him, is helping us.  Can we stop this.”

“Can we?” Rebecca shot back.  “My father is dead, my mother is dead and so is my grandfather.  He did this!”

“I did not,” Erik replied as he pulled the barb from his thigh.

Rebecca thrust herself at Erik.  Erik held her at bay with longer arms till Jean Claude lifted her from the ground.  “No… no love.  Please stop.”

Rebecca fought back.  Landed an elbow just below the tall, Haitian man’s rib cage.

Jean coughed and let her go.  Erik pulled the barb from his leg and held the wound.

“Rebecca, don’t go,” Erik pleaded as he watched her leave.  “I lost my wife and daughter.  Please don’t.  I do not want another child on my mind everyday.”

The Red Prius

An explosion rung through the early morning air.  Blood from the infected clung to Erik’s face.   The infected lay on the broken concrete and the hood of the old, red Mustang.  The hood is bowed downward and covered in gore. The windshield is broken and bloody.

“God, that’s going to bring down my resale value,” he said with a smile.  Outside the car, to the right he noticed a group of infected fighting their way through the tall grass toward Michigan avenue.  Behind Erik was a simular group struggling to fit through a small space between cars.  Erik remembered the duffle bag and grabbed it along with the bat.  He tossed it over his shoulder and stepped forward toward the others.

The red Prius was fifty feet ahead of him when he heard the scream.  He leapt forward and around another car.  He walked up to the Prius slowly as another scream erupted from the car.  The windows of the Prius were grime-filled like everything else.  He could make out the figure of the young lady in the back seat.  She was swinging her arms and struggling with something.  Sitting near the passenger-side rear door Erik walked around the Prius.  The doors on the passenger-side were closed and locked.  He could see Rebecca fighting with an infected woman.  The woman had turned around but was still restrained by the seatbelt.  Erik banged on the passenger-side window but this only frightened Rebecca and sent her scrambling to the driver’s side.  He banged again and flattened his face against the glass.

“Rebecca, it’s me.  Unlock the doors.  I need to get in.”

Rebecca looked toward Erik.  He wasn’t even sure she recognized him.  She pushed herself against the rear driver’s door.  Erik shouted again.

Rebecca blinked, paused then attempted to crawl toward the rear passenger door but the infected creature grabbed her hair and pulled.  Rebecca freed herself and crawled back to the driver’s side of the small car.  Erik pointed to door behind her and attempted to walk toward her but a tall, infected man stood in front of him.

Erik dropped the duffle and stepped back.  He squatted and pulled the wooden bat from the bag.  Three more infected were very near this one and would be on him in less then a minute.  Erik knelt and swung at the tall creatures legs, connecting and blowing it’s knee sideways.  The creature fell to the left and leaned against another car.  Erik ran around the front of the to the driver’s side rear door.  He pulled the door handle and it opened.  Rebecca fell backward, into his arms.  Erik helped her to her feet and stepped away from the Prius.

She stood silent, staring up at him.  Erik searched for meaning, for a reason she was not moving.  After a long minute he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her and placed her over his shoulder.  He then walked away from the scene.  Rebecca struggled but Erik held on to the young lady till they were far enough.  Jean Claude, stood watching as Erik stepped past him.

“Thanks for you help,” Erik snapped.

“Looked like you had it,” Jean replied.

“Damn it, I forgot the shotgun.”