Jennifer Government (government) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-24 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | jennifer government, zombies |
Versus (Narrative)
The metal of the rolling tray was pressed into her belly. The other end of it was pressed against the door. The meat had left. The meat had gone away. Taking with it the incredible warmth that told her if she devoured it, she would stop being hungry, at least for a little while. She needed to get to it. It was out there somewhere.
Other meats were out there, too.
But try as she might, she couldn't master the rolling tray. Frustration rose in her because of that part of her deep deep down that knew what it was, that was trying to tell her how to fix this problem. She wanted to listen to that part very much. She did. She just couldn't. She couldn't hear what it was trying to say to her.
Using her body, she pushed. Pushed as hard as she could. Occasionally the wheels would turn and the tray would slip, letting her surge forward a couple of inches. But then it would be the same thing again. Tray against door, tray against belly. Jennifer going nowhere.
The growling had long ago ceased and become more like a whimper.
Meat. Warmth. That's all she wanted. She had seen it go out of here. She could remember that much at least. What her life had been before this, what had happened to her, none of that stuck in what was left of her mind. Just that once upon a time she'd had meat next to her, and then it had run out that door.
The tray slipped again to the side, a small crunch of one of the wheels bending off center accompanied it. Her extended arm felt the door briefly, and it renewed her passions to get out. Jennifer pushed harder against the tray, which pushed against the door in a different way now due to the broken wheel.
Anger filled her again. That frustration boiling over into it's cousin and giving her the energy and strength to push on. The sheet still tangled around her legs, Jennifer pushed. She pushed hard. The metal biting into her stomach. If she'd felt any sort of pain at all, it would have stopped her. If she'd had any kind of blood flow in her body anymore, the floor would have been slick with it.
In a moment of pure dumb luck, the tray slipped away from her, moving off to the side, taking with it the handle of the door, popping the meat's escape route wide open. Jennifer paused. The door was open. She was free. Free to find the meat!
She shuffled forward. The sheet wrapping around the bottom of the rolling tray as she left the room. The meat smell out here was fading. But there was the sense of it just around the next corner. A lot of it. She went in that direction, eager to have that which would quell her needs.
Dragging the sheet.
Dragging the tray with it's broken wheel.
Squeaka