By Haenah, Karla, Yael, Jacqueline, Althea, Lydia, Al, Shawn, and Ali
The Subway was crowded with many different people. There was a girl lying on her papa’s lap. / She was no more than six years old and a pretty little thing. Long black hair, and big doe-like brown eyes, She was bound to break a heart or two. / Her papa stroked her hair. He was the kind of man who had his heart broken one or two times. Her mother broke it the worst. She died when the girl was two. / Next to them was an older woman with ten plastic bags. She had orthopedic shoes and looked tired. She quietly glanced at the little girl. A sense of longing and nostalgia in her eyes. / She thought back to when she was six years old growing up in a country. Her family’s land was full of life; cows, horses, goats. They grew vegetables for the local town people. Everything was great then, until the men came that night… / And brought the plague. / The first cough came from the house next to ours. The newest baby in that family became wracked with fever, then open sores, then a glassy-eyed emptiness before it died. How, a week later, the entire village was infected. Water supplies became contaminated and the road was blocked off by national public health / people and the police. They were dressed in what looked like radio active gear and they looked like they meant business. Zombies? / Now it’s a party. I reach in my carry-all sack and pull out the only weapon I can defend us with: a tennis racket. Alert to all horrors, I hit two little old ladies before I figured out they weren’t undead. / I threw a tennis ball up in the air, a spin and height brought by years of practice. This ball was no ordinary ball, but instead was stuffed with chemicals – the only chemicals that could kill zombies. *Smack* and the ball sailed hard at my opponent – or what I thought was my opponent. An explosion – smoke – debris – blood? The dust settled and my wife was dead by my own racket. At the same time her life ended, my heart broke. And I moved to the city.
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