Intro Teaser - Sleep, Think, Die
Don’t Look Up
Carson allowed himself only short, stunted breaths, his body stiff and alert. He ignored the protestations of pain his cramped knees were making, willing his very heartbeat to slow to crawling pace.
Though corrupt, the creature in the room below warranted a better description than zombie. Zombies have the trademark vacant, stupid stare, the slow, grotesque shuffle that defines the word. Even when they close in on fresh meat their expressions never change, their moronic moans never raise in pitch or fervour. No animation whatsoever passes over their lifeless, pallid faces.
To Carson, this was the real abomination, here in the centre of this ransacked room.
He had seen others like it before, the first months back, watching from yet another hiding place and waiting for the moment when he could make an escape. Watching as it hunted down and then made its kill. A kill so appallingly violent that even Carson, a survivor of over a year in this hell on earth, felt his stomach churn, his blood run cold at the sight of it. He had to turn his head away and close his eyes for a moment; he supposed that if nothing else then the depth of his revulsion was a sign that he at least was still human. The memory of that kill, amongst all the others he had witnessed, still woke him from whatever sleep he could snatch, finding his hands clamped tight over his mouth as if acting independently of his brain, in order to stifle the screams.
Zombies don’t hunt. They close in, lemming-like, driven by the lust for flesh and blood to tear you limb from limb. They stumble upon their prey, some ancient instinct taking over their otherwise dumb minds and telling them to kill, to devour, to ravage. Then they move on, heedless of the gore and ripped shreds of skin, the slivers of bone in their drooling mouths.
This creature was different. Oh, it was zombie- like in appearance; its clothes torn, filthy, hanging from it in tatters. The face was pale, shaded grey with corruption and bruising, the cheek bones high, pronounced, so close to the surface of the skin that it was easy to imagine them slicing through and protruding like jagged spikes.
That was where the similarity ended.