As the helicopter blades made frantic circles over the ocean I started to fall asleep. I knew I should be alert, possibly even on guard but these past few days had started to coalesce into one and I was tired. So tired.
In my dreamy haze I thought of the pre days, as I liked to call them. Pre-Jess, Pre-Battles and more importantly, Pre-Zombies. It wasn’t like I missed the pre’s all that much anyway, just that the thought of them made me nostalgic, if only for a second. I remembered when I sat at a desk, tie fastened tight like a noose, sifting through papers eight hours a day. I remembered when I would sigh, and take out the key to my apartment, where the news would be on until ten and the lights would be off by eleven. And then…well, then there was Zombies.
I felt a tickling on my arm, sort of like a cat’s tail. Then, it turned into a prick, a sharp needle-like one that made me open my eyes.
I saw blood, viscous red blood trickle down my arm. And then I didn’t see anything.