This
journal was brought to the archive by a Manny Stone's group, who had
found the three surviving high school seniors from a littl Rocky
Mountain town. Kelly Vargas is the one who wrote about their
experience at the Prom, when the horde rolled through their town and
right to the high school gym.
June 2, 2017
It has now been three weeks since the
Prom and the disaster that happened that night. We had been planning
the Prom for weeks, like I'm sure most high schools do. When the
night came, all of us seniors, and our junior compatriots, came to
the school gym in all our Prom finery. The music was pumping, the
food was decent, and the dancing was awesome! Everyone came, even the
most dorky kids, and the chaperones were being pretty lenient, what
with all the pandemic stuff going on.
We had only had three people turn in
our little town and all of them were people who commuted to the
biggest city locally, about 40 miles away, for jobs in hospitals.
Shelly Marsh, Janet Beakman, and Jason Hamilton all got bit at work
and were sent home. Shelly and Janet had families and when they
turned, they bit their spouses, but all the kids got away clean. Our
police chief, Andy Brooks, was able to take care of the three undead
and the people they bit were quarantined at Doc Hansen's house. Chief
Brooks even left Deputy Danners at the Doc's and when the men turned,
he took them out with no one else getting hurt. That was the end of
the pandemic in our town.
Then Prom night came. I don't know if
we drew the zombies to us with the loud music and flashing lights.
Maybe we should have covered the windows in the gym, so the light
couldn't escape and maybe we shouldn't have had the music so loud.
The teachers and parents were trying to give us this one, possibly
last, normal night and it totally backfired.
I don't know when the zombies got to
town, or when the towns people started shooting at them. We couldn't
hear the shots with the music playing and we just kept dancing. I
know that about 10 pm Father Murdock burst through the double doors
and slammed them behind him, grabbing chairs and trying to brace the
doors. He started yelling at us all to block the doors and make sure
all of them were closed, but it was too late. A couple of the back
ones were wide open and the undead were already swarming inside.
That's when the screaming started, and the aimless running.
I grabbed my two best friends, Conner
Rivers and Alicia Garcia, and we climbed the bleachers and went up
the ladder to the scaffolding about the gym. We had all worked on
different productions for the drama program and we had spent a number
of hours setting up the sound, lights and sets up here. No one else
even tried to follow us.
What followed almost drove us mad. We
couldn't help but listen and watch as all our classmates were killed
and eaten, torn apart and eaten or just plain torn apart. Blood, guts
and pieces of everyone was everywhere. The undead kept pouring in and
snacking on pieces. Lucky for the three of us, the screaming didn't
last very long, but the crunching and slurping went on for hours. We
were stuck up in the rafters and had to stay still and quiet. We
needed the zombies to not even know we were there, so eventually, we
could get down and try to find out if our families were still alive
or not.
We were stuck up there for a day and a
half. People we knew, the ones who weren't too torn apart or eaten
too much of, turned and came back as the undead. We saw one other
survivor come into the gym, looking for his son. Well, he found him
and his son killed him and ate most of him.
The three of us could probably have
gotten down the next night, but we decided to wait for the next day
so we could see where we were going. We also decided to check on our
families together, starting with Alicia's house since it was the
closest. Safety in numbers and all that. We took our principals car,
since his keys were on the floor and he was going to need it anymore,
there wasn't enough left of him to really identify.
The town was pretty overrun with
zombies and we had to drive very carefully. But once we got to
Alicia's house, we turned the CD on loud and left the windows down,
to draw the undead away from us and where we were going. We would
have to get another car to go to the next house. Unfortunately, all
of our families were dead or undead. We didn't find one person still
alive and still haven't. We spent the first night our of the gym at
my house, since it was the last one we checked. My parents were gone,
skeletons picked clean on our front lawn. I knew it was them because
of the pieces of their clothing and the wedding rings still on their
hands. We went inside, cried, and huddled together.
Since then, we have just been
surviving. Going from house to house, collecting anything useful. We
turned the post office into our refuge. It's small, only has a couple
of high slit windows, is made of brick and has solar power. My dog,
Shiloh, is with us as well as Connor's hound, Hank. They seem to
understand that barking is bad and have been really quiet, not
drawing any attention to us. I know having them with us has given me
comfort and I bet the others feel the same. We avoid the school, and
especially the gym, like it has the black plague. In a way, it does
have a plague.
We don't know if we are the only
people still alive, or if there are others out there. We don't know
if we should just stay here or if we should try to leave. If we
decide to leave., where would we even go? For now, we are just going
to keep going and hope that something happens that is good for us and
not really, really bad. God, I hope there are others out there who
are still human and not evil.
As a writer and artist, I appreciate
any readers and their comments. Thank you for taking the time to read
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