We had to venture out that day. We’d been in too long, stuck between those four walls but we honestly thought it’d be alright. We go out, grab some food and get back in, simple as that.
Now I find myself placing a gun to my husbands head as he’s tied to the chair not uttering a word, a whispering silence.
There was nothing but silence when we ventured out, just as it needs to be. First down the long end hallway of our apartment block building. No creeks, nothing, barely the sound of breathing.
Heading out was always the hard part. To cross that threshold, entering back into the world was terrifying. That first step across really took some pain but we did it. The air hitting us hard as we passed.
It was dark, just turning to night. It was always the best of times to come out. In the dead silence. They never heard you then.
Creeping through the streets. Hush sounds, the breeze but that was all. We stuck close together, me and him, never leaving each other’s sides and never being out of sight.
I always told him to keep silent. We wouldn’t even talk while we were out, any noise and they’d hear. It always started with whispering in the background, growing louder as it did then that’s it. We’d be done.
Reduce the noise and reduce the fear is what he’d always say.
We didn’t stay out for long. We couldn’t do it, just couldn’t find anything, it was pointless but then it happened. We stumbled across one, the grotesque little thing. It was a teen, no more than 17 maybe 18. Crouching on the ground swaying side to side, it hadn’t heard us yet. It was whispering, the whispering silence again.
I ushered to turn round but no, Mr big shot drew his bat. Swaying it side to side. We’d not been like the rest yet and resorted to cannibalism, we just couldn’t do it.
It didn’t move, it didn’t do anything just sway. Hunched over with nothing to do. I ushered again to just head back, he wasn’t having any of it. As he raised, ready to swing, it was ready and swung round instead. It heard our footsteps and knew.
It played us the whole time, they weren’t stupid and they most definitely weren’t mindless.
When they attack they don’t make any noise. The whispering they make beforehand stops, they’d go for an attack on their victim and if unsuccessful they’d scream for more. This had to end quickly or we were done for.
He reacted fast, but not fast enough as it snapped at his hand. A quick dart forward as I stood cowering not ready for this. Then it happened, the silence broke and it screamed, we had to move.
I grabbed him, we spun on our heels and ran. The fastest we’ve ever gone and then we saw it. Although it was night, they flooded out from all over. Doors to buildings we’d never ventured in snapped open, more piled out, hunched over still not making any sounds except their feet tapping away thudding to the ground.
We were so close, so close to our building. We couldn’t look back, if we did that was it. It’d all be over. You just keep running.
Busting through that door, slamming shut behind us. It was nearly over, we just had to keep this momentum till we reached our place, number 23.
He started flagging behind, somethings not right I thought. It wasn’t like him, usually he was grabbing me by the hand, dragging me along just so I’d survive too. He’d pulled me out of too many dangers before, but this time it was my turn.
Dragging him to 23, he slips, I move quick under his arm to hoist him up and we huddle to the door.
We can still hear the sounds of the running but it’s too dark to see anything back there. We don’t know if any got in, maybe, but it sounds like they hit a few floors above instead.
We get to 23, here we are. Straight in, door locked behind with all the deadbolts. Nothings getting in, then my husband collapses.
He wakes, groggy at first and looking down at the ground. I’ve got our gun, which we rarely use, directly in front of him, aiming at his head. I’ve tied him to a chair just to be sure.
It’s been a while but he’s not made any sounds. If it came to it, I’d have to pull the trigger. Then it happened, he started to whisper.