Blogs of the dead pt 4

“Aww shit!” Martin’s voice tinged with pain, surprise and embarrassment rang out clear from the kitchen.
‘What’s wrong honey?” called out Amanda as she watched the storm that had blown in a few hours ago rain lash the floor to ceiling windows of the apartment. She could just make out the various lights of the harbour city still shining brightly although some now were flickering. In one hand a half empty glass of sparkling wine, in the other her Nokia smart phone with twitter up. The latest message was from Mike in London
“WTF is going on?”
She’d replied “I don’t know hon it’s all gone horribly wrong”
And in her mind she didn’t know if she was referring to what was happening outside or between her and her husband..

A few kilometres away a new billow of flame erupted into the air as a fuel tank near to Blackwattle bay exploded, it would seem that the torrential rain had not doused all the fires. Amanda guessed that many had been caused by planes coming down after the meteor storm thing. During the day she had seen a few other plumes of smoke, and from the direction of Botany Bay and the airport, there had been just one massive pillar of smoke.

They’d wanted to watch the meteor shower or whatever it was but instead they’d gone to bed and right there in the heat and passion he’d said HER name, that bitch Debbie fucking Halladay At first with all that was going on she thought she misheard but then as he drifted off to sleep he’d repeated the name. That was it her honeymoon which was going so well, ruined. Oh and then it seemed the world chose to come to an end at the same time. How sad.

They’d had their curtains closed and then whilst Martin slept she’d had a long bath to calm down so they’d missed the whole thing. She thought she might of heard the plane come down but wasn’t certain. The problems at Botany Bay though had shaken the building a few times so good knows what it was like closer in, say near Bondi. But to be honest she just didn’t care.

Amanda missed the apartment door being thumped. But Martin didn’t
“Is that someone at the door?”
“I don’t know’ Replied Amanda in a bored voice “ but I don’t really want to check who knows what loonies are around in all this shit” she gestured to the wind and rain outside forgetting that Martin of course couldn’t see it from the kitchen.
“Don’t worry I’ll check” Martin was obviously trying to sound brave and for a moment it actually sounded true. There was a clattering as it sounded like Martin was hunting for a large knife.

Amanda turned and saw Martin head out of the kitchen a large chef’s knife in one hand and the over wrapped in a tea cloth with a red stain showing. Reaching the door he fumbled with the handle.

To Amanda the next events happened in slow motion.
Martin awkwardly opened the door revealing the still lit hallway beyond.
His voice seemed to boom out “Hello?”
Then a man shambled into view from the direction of the emergency stairwell.

From what Amanda could see his features seemed slack. He was tall and it seemed well muscled, like a sportsman. His head was shaved and he was wearing some sort of sporting top coloured red and white. However even from nearly 10 meters away Amanda could see his eyes glowed a deep emerald green. The man’s mouth opened wide and a faint moaning sound issued forth before he launched himself at Martin.

Her husband staggered backward into the apartment. His attacker seemed not to care even though Martin managed to slice him a number of times with the kitchen knife.
“Amanda help me’ Martin cried out as the attacker managed to get closed enough to bite him on the face. Amanda could hear a wet tearing sound as part of Martins left cheek came away hanging limply from the attackers mouth, dripping blood on the white carpet. Martin screamed shrilly in pain and his attacker chewed manically on the flesh in his mouth before moving again at Martin.

Amanda felt she could not move even though the two men were now only a couple of meters away from her. All she could do was watch in horrid fascination as Martin was bitten again and again, his knife falling to blood spattered floor. Her whole consciousness was torn between her jealous rage at martin and his need for aid.

It was then she noticed that Martin was being pushed back towards the balcony door and an idea sprang into Amanda’s mind. She ran at the balcony door and wrenched it open just moments before martin would have hit the glass. Sure enough he stepped backwards onto the slick balcony and fell backwards smacking his back on the balcony’s rail with a dull crack. It seemed that Martin could only now sob in pain as his half ruined face was washed in the torrential rain.

His attacker also slipped on the wet tiles and the two men became dangerously balanced swaying back and forth…until Amanda launched herself at her husband’s attacker pushing him with all her strength in a savage burst of aggression. Amanda blinked as she also skidded on the tiles, but caught herself in time to find herself alone in the rain as Martin and the strange man tumbled the 10 storeys to the street below.

All she could do was stare down at the street below, with the rain pelting down soaking her clothes, and chilling her. As she stood there shivering Amanda could just make out some figures lurching along the dimly lit road.

*Guess my honeymoon is truly over then* she thought as a massive bolt of lighting lit up the harbour revealing many more shambling figures.