Thom's Bad day

   This story here actually starts here: The Future Of the Z Age


    The sounds of screaming penetrated the blackness that had engulfed Thom. His head hurt something fierce and all was still dark but he knew he had to try and get going. He remembered looking at his dog and then he had crashed into something, but what? A low whimper broke through the pain and Thom remembered the truck now, and his dog in the back seat! Thom fought the darkness and slowly light penetrated his world, showing him exactly the carnage that lay around him.

  'Holy shit." His car was totaled and so was the truck that he had hit. "Buddy!" Thom quickly turned in his seat to look at his dog. The sudden movement brought the world spinning around him and he nearly emptied his stomach. He closed his eyes one more time to try and stop the world from spilling him into space. Slowly things straightened enough that he could look at his dog once more.

  Buddy was now on the floor of the car panting lightly with those low whimpers that Thom had heard escaping every few seconds. "OK boy. We will get you some help." Thom struggled to move to try and comfort his dog and found he himself was stuck in the front seat. His seat belt had become jammed and he could not release the thing. "Come on you piece of shit."

   Another whimper escaped Buddy as Thom fought his restraints. "Just give me one more second Buddy." Still though Thom could not get his seat belt to release. He remembered that he did have a knife in the glove box and would just cut the belt. Heck, the car was totaled anyway. Thom was just able to reach his glove box with the tips of his fingers, popping it open with a little squeeze. There the knife sat, but just out of reach.

   Thom grunted and squeezed, trying to gain every little inch he possibly could. Still his fingers just seemed to be too short. A sharp rap upon the passenger side window caused Thom to jump out of his seat and back against the driver door. There banging upon the car was what Thom thought must be the person from the other vehicle, they were covered in blood and looked injured.

   "Are you ok man? My seat belt is stuck and my dog is in the back seat. Can you help me?" Thom asked the new arrival. This person didn't even act as if he had heard what Thom had said and continued to bang upon the door. 'What is wrong with you? Come around the car." Still though they just banged on the window. Thom was confused by this until  he saw another person walk up to the same side of the car as the first. Both of them looked hurt, but something was definitely wrong with them. They had this strange look in their eyes and both were snapping their jaws like trying to eat something just out of reach.

   "What the hell. Screw this." With a new effort Thom began banging against his belt, reaching desperately for that knife that would free him. His hand banged against the glove box, causing the knife itself to shift. Thom tried again, and again until finally the knife had slid just close enough to Thom that he could grab at it. A third figured began banging on the back passenger side of the car, startling THom again and causing the knife to slip out of his fingers to the floor in front of him.

  'Focus dumbass!" Thom yelled at himself. He did not know what was going on around him, but he knew that he had to get out of there or he would be in some serious trouble in just a few minutes. bending forward He was able to finally get the grip on his knife that he needed and brought it up to his belt. It was sharp and cut through the restraint without any effort.

  Finally free Thom pushed up and around his seat to get a good look at his dog. He tried his best to ignore the now four figures along his passenger side trying to get into his car. If he did not hurry they would start to move around to the driver side and he would have no way out of there without coming face to face with these people. "Oh buddy, come on boy. We have to get out of here." Thom reached down to see if he could pick his dog up and place him on the seat before making his escape and carrying him.

   Tears began to slide from Thom's eyes though, 'Buddy, no boy. Please no." At some point over the last couple of minutes Buddy had stopped breathing. Thom's vision again blurred to near blindness in his grief. "AAAArrrrggghh!" Thom yelled then."What the Fuck is going on!" Those people that were banging on his windows paid no mind to his yelling and continued. One started to find it's way around the back side of the car to the driver side.

  After one last long look Thom turned from his dog and opened his door. Standing outside of his car he realized that what he had thought might be a breeze was in fact those people that had been  beating his car. Each saw him get out from the car and all of them began to walk around the vehicle to get at him. The one that had already been around the back of the car was the first that Thom came close to.

  With outstretched hands and moans from his mouth it reached for Thom. With a strong shove Thom was able to push it over, but it came back to its feet and tried again. Thom was able to easily knock it over once more, but found that he may not be able to keep that up when it came to three or four of them at once. Thom moved away from them all and around the side of the truck. This is where he found what had been screaming a few minutes earlier.


That is it for this installment. Until next time.

The Future of the Z Age

  I will be doing something different with this blog, and I will keep up on it a bit more this time. I will write out some short stories, nothing perfect mind you just the rough one. Most likely these will be made up on the spot as I write a blog post. I will also take ideas. If you have a scene or thought, maybe I can turn it into more (Challenge accepted). I will also post portions or scenes that I am writing in my longer works. This seems to be along the same lines that I have been doing in the past, but there will be more.

  I would love to also do reviews of other books. The good, bad or ugly of it. Even maybe review other blogs or guest on them or have guests on my blog. Movies as well, but that would be limited to one certain genre. I will also be writing posts that have to do with sustainability. Not that I feel like I am going to only want to this type of thing, but in this world it may be a good idea to know this type of info. Even product reviews are not out of the question, as long as they fit the theme, then they should be talked about.

  If you have read any of my stories, they are all themed horror. Add to that they all usually have zombies. Now, as much as I love zombies, they are not my whole imagination. I have a lot of things that are spinning around in my head and there is no way to write them all without expanding my horizons. Here is the best part about it though, they all live in this same world. So stay tuned and you may see the evolution of my work. I personally cannot wait. Now, maybe I can entertain for a minute here:



  The bite burned like hell. Thom did not really know why his dog had freaked out the way he had and why he had suddenly bit his master of ten years. At this point Thom didn't care. All he cared about was getting the torn flesh on his hand cleaned up and bandaged. The water was cold and stung something fierce, causing Thom's bearded face to contort. "Shit. I need stitches." Thom said through gritted teeth.

  Thom's dog laid in the corner, both cowering from his master and in pain. With a towel now wrapped around his hand Thom went to look at his dog, now that he had been calmed down. What Thom had not noticed before was the dark smear of blood on his dog's hind leg. "Hey boy, let me look at that." Thom reached out and the dog growled at him. "It's ok, I am not gonna hurt you." He inched closer a bit to get a better look at his dog.

  The wound on the dog's hind leg looked to be a bite mark. "That is why you bit me. Guess I am not the only one that may need a doctor." Thom looked to try and tell what had bit his dog. His first guess was another dog, but the shape of the wound did not match that of a dogs. "You know boy, if I didn't know better, I would say the a person bit you." Thom's dog just whimpered a bit and rolled to his side, breathing heavily.

  "OK, lets get to the vet so we can have you checked out. I can wait a bit." Thom picked his dog up, who whimpered even more this time, and carried him out to the car. The drive to the vet was not long, but still it was a ways away from where Thom lived. Living in a rural area, nothing is close to each other and driving is the only way to get anywhere. What Thom did notice though was that something very strange was going on. In fact, this time of day would normally be a quiet ride with almost no one around. Today was different.

  The first thing that tipped him off was the car that was half off the road, but no one was around. Normally people would be waiting for the police to show, or a friend or even a tow. Not today. The second such car he saw made him very aware that things were not right. Although people jogging was not an uncommon site, someone running in fear was new. Add to that, that same person being chased by what looked to be a beat up bum was definitely strange.

  "What is wrong with the world today. You ok back there Buddy" Thom said to his dog. With that Buddy let out another whimper louder than any since he was first hurt. Thom looked over his shoulder to make sure his dog was going to be fine for a few more minutes. With his head turned Thom did not see the truck pulling out of the side street until it was too late. Although he slammed on his breaks it did not prevent the two vehicles from crashing into one another. Glass shattered and Thom flew forward, luckily his seat belt and air bag kept him from flying through the windshield but did not prevent his head from hitting the steering wheel. For a moment Thom thought he saw someone running away, but his vision quickly dimmed and everything went blank.

  Wow, OK. I think I will stop there for now. I think I know where this story is going, but I am not sure. It really is up to Thom. I am sure to make his life hell though, so do not think that he is going to be fine for long. Let me know what you think and maybe what could be improved. My writing is always getting better so I appreciate any thing you give me.