|Posted on January 13, 2012 at 10:25 AM|
Jeramey, heaving from strain & exhaustion slumped against the fridge & sat there, soaking in the events of the last hour. He glanced around at what would now become his prison until all of the craziness subsided either way. A thought crept into his mind about his friend & that maybe he should've gone with him & at least TRIED to make it out of the city but he quickly pushed it out of his head & went over to the window to stare down into the street below.
It was eerily vacant, reminded him almost of the story of Roanoke where all of the people just vanished leaving an abandoned settlement behind & without warning he shivered thinking of where, or what, had become of all of the bustling New Yorkers. He went into his room & grabbed his cell to start dialing friends & loved ones up & cursed when he realized he'd forgotten to charge his phone before he laid down. It was blinking red, meaning no charge, & he quickly put it on his charger. Pacing, he went over to the fridge, grabbed a cold piece of pizza & a Sparks, & returned to his perch at the window.
Out of habit he normally looked down into the street but this time, his eyes roamed from window to window as he looked into the building across the street. Perhaps he was looking for survivors, someone to make him feel less alone, camaraderie & fellowship amidst all of the madness. As he scanned, his eyes locked onto a silhouette in the fourth floor window & he somewhat excitedly waved. He couldn't tell if the person was waving or not so he went into his roomies closet to grab out his cheap Superman binoculars that he'd kept as a memento of his childhood summers bird watching with his grandpa. Going over to the window, he adjusted the lenses as best as he could & looked into the window. No, the person wasn't waving, in fact, he was beating his palms against the glass & it seemed he was staring right at him. As Jeramey leaned forward to almost will the binoculars to give him a clearer view of the person, he jumped back as something white streamed past his window. He plastered himself against the glass to look down at the street below.
Someone a few floors above him must of either fell or committed suicide & the splatter on the pavement was horrendous. All that he could make out was that the smear had been a woman in a white nightgown with long black hair & the scene below reminded him of the woman in the popular horror flick "The Grudge." As he continued to stare in horror & shock, the once flawlessly colored white nightgown turned a bright crimson as pints & pints of blood pooled under & around her pulverized body.
Movement in his peripherals caused him to look away to his right, & in between the alleyway of the building across the street, what looked like a vagrant stepped out from behind the monstrous garbage bin & onto the sidewalk. Jeramey didn't know if the guy was drunk or not as he swayed in place & then shuffled forward but he panicked & tried to open the window to shout out a warning to the inebriated man. What happened next was something almost out of Animal Planet, like a pack of lions coming in for the kill, & his mouth dropped open as movement came from four places at once. From the entrance in his building below to the Geno's Italian Restaurant three doors down across the street & from the building across the way came a group of people all headed towards the vagrant. Oblivious to his surroundings & the peril he was in, he started to sift through one of the garbage cans the city had placed on every block & the "people" stalking him got closer & closer. An elderly man & what looked like a transsexual dressed in a flaming purple leotard & bright pink boa had emerged from Jeramey's building but they both stooped, & then slumped, down to the pavement grabbing morsels of the "jumper" & popping them into their mouths. As they peeled pieces of the flattened woman away, it vaguely reminded him of a bony fruit rollup & he wretched.
As he continued to pry the window open that had somehow been painted shut before he moved in, he watched as the handful of people got closer to the vagrant who was busy inspecting an empty bottle for treasure. The vagrant was just about to toss the bottle back into the receptacle just as two women who had emerged from the building across the street reached him. They appeared to be twins with long brown hair & matching jeans & tees. The only exception being one had a purple backpack on. Jeramey finally pried the window open as one of the twins grabbed the vagrant around the neck & Jeramey just had time to yell out, "watch out man" before the girls relentlessly attacked him. The vagrant stumbled & almost fell against the weight of the two girls & in a drunken haze, swung the bottle at them like he was in the midst of a bar fight. The bottled shattered against the face of one of the girls leaving a piece of brown colored glass behind lodged in her skin. Jeramey thought he heard the man slur, "whazz yer problum bitch" & that's the last thing the man mumbled as the crowd overtook him & he fell to the ground. Oddly enough, there was no screaming & all Jeramey could see was a stream of blood start to flow between the bodies covering the vagrant & he watched hopeless as it started to leak down into the gutter. He sadly shut the window & decided he was done window watching for today.
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