Temple aka Sarah Mary Williams (afuriousrage) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-01-26 07:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | temple |
Who: Temple and open
What: She relives her death
When: Today
Where: Her cell in the prison
Warnings: Character Death
Maury. Malcolm. The names run together in her mind like freshly lain paint set too close together. Where one appears, the other does too and they both run like wildfire through Temple's mind. There's cobwebs in that dusty corner and forgotten things never stay forgotten for long. They both chase her straight to the grave, all the guilt of failing them both. Maury's family wasn't in Texas, it had been a failed venture and now the dummy was going to end up all alone. At least Maury was alive. Malcolm wouldn't even see the age of fourteen. They said some people were just too dang good for this world and Temple reckoned that was Malcolm. It didn't make her not minding him any less her fault though.
She could still feel the ache around her neck where Moses's hands had just been but it was hardly the first time she took a battle wound. She had worse than some old redneck trying to strangle the life out of her. She had survived those Inheritors of the Earth. They had tried to make her and Maury one of their kind by injecting them with who knew what. Temple had seen worse and now all she had to do was run. She ran straight out the front door only to find Millie, the little girl of the giant redneck mutant clan known as The Inheritors of the Earth. What in the hell was she doing here?
"I'm gon' kill you," Millie said in that overgrown distorted little girl voice. It wasn't the first time Millie had made the threat but last time she didn't have a gun in her hand.
Millie had teeth like shovels, a grotesque overgrown child, like a doll grown larger than Temple herself. Her skin ripped at the joints and peeled back entirely from one hand as if her insides were growing faster than her outsides.
Something was wrong. Temple could feel it all the way to her bones as her knees hit the grassy front yard of Maury's kin. Something was very wrong. She put her hand to her chest and then looked at her fingers. There's blood. She was leaking out life through a hole. Here in the ghost town suburb she was leaking away.
Temple didn't feel any pain. It was more like the whole wide world opened up to her in one long compressed moment. Everything was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. Thump. There is suddenly time for everything. Time for Maury to find a safe place in this dead filled world. Time for Malcolm to come back and ask about things like giant iron statues and jet planes. There was time for the big things too like beauty and vengeance and honor and righteousness and the grace of God and the slow spilling of the earth from day to night and back to day again.
It was all like a dream to her. Her body slowly tilted sideways and then hit the ground with a thump. Her grave marker would say Sarah Mary Williams but the girl known as Temple was dead.
She sat up with a start on her bunk. Same old thing different day. She didn't even bother checking her chest anymore for bullet wounds. She knew she was real, real as the sun and the moon and the stars.