Living Dead Girl

As I stepped into the dark cemetery, warm tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t believe her death, that her death was real. I walked slowly with my shovel and flashlight in hand. I shined the light over a few gravestones, looking for her. The wind blew heavily. A storm was brewing. Suddenly, my blood runs cold when I saw her name on the stone: “Here lies Amy Rose, Born 1996, died April 25 2014.”

My girlfriend, Amy, died about week earlier in a brutal train crash. She was riding home from her family’s reunion. The train derailed and flipped. She was the only casualty, and the most gruesome. I didn’t hear about until I saw the news that night. I remember my heart stopped And I fell to my knees.

I stood there, staring at the grave. The freshly placed stone glistened from the shine of my light. The letters deeply dug into the stone. I stood there for a while, just staring at the grave. I couldn’t accept it. I just couldn’t. “God forgive me for what I am about to do.” I whispered to myself. I slammed my shovel down into the soft soil below the stone. I lift up the dirt and toss it over my shoulder. I did so a couple times then leaned on the shovel. I looked down in the grave. my mind rushed with memories of her. I remembered her soft black hair, her pale skin, her bright eyes; She was beautiful. I shook my head, and continued.

After 20 minutes, I reached her coffin. It’s black shine still coated the case. I slid into the hole and rested my hand on the coffin. I had second thoughts, but it was too late for those. I slowly pulled open the casket. As I opened, more tears ran down my cheeks. She looked as the day she died. Her family must’ve had the funeral home put preservatives in her skin to keep it fresh. Her skin was white as snow. Her hair was matted, a portion ripped from her skull. cuts and gashes swarmed around her body. and, finally, her left arm was missing.

    I covered my mouth to muffle the deep sobs. I looked down, staring into her now drained eyes. There she was, my love, dead, in a grave.

    I quickly jumped out of the grave and ran to my car. I swung open the car door and grabbed a long blanket. I threw it over my shoulder and dashed back to her grave. I walked quietly back to her grave and peered down. Still there; as if she would’ve walked away. I hopped into the hole and covered her with the blanket. I wrapped her up carefully and picked her up. her limp and cold body against mine. I carefully placed her on the ledge and hopped out. I picked her up again and walked to the car. My mind drifted again, thinking of her and if my plan would work.

    I placed her nicely on in the back seat of my car and shut the door. I quickly got into the front seat and started the car. The car sprang to life and I drove off.

The red numbers on the dash read 1:45. I was exhausted, but I had to get back my love. The roads were lonely and dark. Not a car in sight. The storm above worsened, and I heard the light sound of thunder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the power station. I pulled in front of the station and halted to a stop. A wire fence guarded against any intruders. I bolted to my trunk and unlocked it. I threw it open and grabbed the bolt cutters and jumper cables I had brought along. I headed to the fence and stared at it. I hesitated, then started cutting the fence. I cut enough of the fence for me to get through. Then, I hurried back to my car and opened the back door. Amy laid there, motionless.

I carefully scooped her up and carried her to the fence. I adjust my body to fit between the fence. My body scraped against the the cut wires, scratching me deeply. A sharp barb plunged itself into my cheek, and pulled across. I quickly jumped away at the pain onto the other side. As I jumped, The barb ripped my whole cheek. Blood poured down from my wound. I brushed it off and made my way into the middle of the power station. There stood four towers, each connected to power lines. I placed down Amy and rushed over to the main panel. I used my bolt cutters like a crowbar and pried the hatch open. Inside the panel, were two nodes used for jumping cars or the other generators. I clipped the jumper cables quickly to the nodes and walked over to my love. I unwrapped her and gazed into her unblinking eyes. “Y’know, love do crazy things to a guy,” I nervously laugh at my own remark. She said nothing. I looked away for a moment, then back to her. “I am So sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I said, “But, I’m here now.” She, once again, said nothing.

I retrieved a copper rod from my hoodie. both ends were sharp to the touch. I lightly pressed the rod against the side of her neck and closed my eyes. Then, I shoved hard and heard the sound of ripping flesh and bone. I pushed hard until the tip reached the other side. I opened my eyes nervously. I turned away and threw up onto the ground. Tears rained down my face like a raging river. I turned back around and finished my work.

I grabbed my jumper cables and hovered them over the copper. I shook my head and quickly clamped the cables to the copper. My arms suddenly tensed up. I felt my lungs try to scream in pain, but nothing came out. My hands clamped hard down on the cable. I gritted my teeth down hard, chipping a few. I finally got the strength to let go and fall back.

I heaved in cold air, my body twitching a bit. I looked up at the sky, just now realizing what was doing. Tears stung my eyes once more, and I covered my face. “I’m an idiot thinking this would work.” I thought to myself. I sobbed deeply, turning to my side. Just as I had given up hope, like a random act of God, a lightning bolt struck the top of one of the towers. I jumped at the sudden noise and covered my ears. I buried my face in the ground, protecting it from any debris. My ears were ringing and I could hear my own heart beating.

I finally uncovered my ears, and sat up. I turned to Amy and sighed. “Idiot.” I insulted myself. But, just as I was about to get up, I heard her body shuffle. I quickly turned around and saw her, standing there. Her eyes wide and bright. “A-Amy…?” I said quietly. She slightly tilted her head. “S...tei...n?” she said, barely above a whisper. I walked to her and touched her hand to mine. “I-It’s me, you’re love, Franklin.” I said, nervously. She just looked into my eyes. “Is….you....Stein…?” she said, softly. I nodded, “Yes, it’s Franklin Stein, you’re love.”

She looked down and noticed her left arm missing. Her facial expression quickly changed. “What...happen...to me?” She said, worryingly. I turned away from her, then back, “Y-You...died.” Her face turned to shock. “Me,...Dead?” her voice getting louder. I quickly put my hands on her shoulders, “D-Don’t panic.” I said, “You’re here no-” she quickly cut me off with a loud wale. She backed away from me in a state of panic. I approached her carefully. “A-Amy, please, I can help….” I said, softly. She just cried loudly again. Then, suddenly, she ripped off the cables, ran passed me, and to the opening in the fence. “Wait!!” I yelled. It was already too late.

I searched for her the rest of the night, but I couldn’t find her. After my search, I drove home, snuck into the house, and went to bed. I thought of her that night. Wherever she was, she was in a living hell. Not being able to die, to live forever, and I was the one who brought that upon her. I made her have the horrible fate. I made her, a Living Dead Girl.