Sci-Fi Film Fiesta, The Swingin' 60s - Volume 7: They're Damned, Man....DAMNED! by Chris Christopoulos - HTML preview

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I’m now back at home having completed my gruesome expedition of destroying the un-dead while they sleep and picking up my essential supplies from the abandoned city. Here I stay locked up at night in my home that’s slowly succumbing to atrophy, dilapidation and decay and the ever persistent assaults of un-dead hordes crying out for me to come out, come out, come out...These creatures that were once human routinely attack and chip away at my home, my life, my sanity, my humanity every night! “And now 12 long hours before the sun will rise and drive them back to darkness.”

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“Another day. Another day to start all over again.” Is this to be my sole purpose – to fashion sharp wooden instruments of destruction on my lathe day after day? To hear the tormenting dead voice of my undead former friend Ben Cortman, as he chants every night for me to come out so he can kill me?

No, not today! For today I resolved to put it all aside and rush to be at my dead wife’s side. God how I miss her so! That decision was almost my undoing as I fell asleep only to discover when I awoke that the sun had already set. The vampires would be everywhere. I raced hone as quickly as I could while fending off the deadly grasping embrace of many repulsive creatures. When I arrived home there was Cortman and his hideous persistent but slow-witted and slow-motion compatriots of death to great me. After running several of them down with my car, I was able to avoid their clutches and re-enter the sanctuary of my home.

I can feel the layers of my existence slowly peal away; first with the meaninglessness of the present, then with the futility of hope for the future. What is left? The past? With a flashback memory to a happier time with my wife, Virginia and daughter, Kathy? Images on a screen! Ghosts of parties past sent to mock me in my miserable isolation of the here and now!

There had been a time probably shared by many others when I dreamed a dream of complete tranquil isolation. During such times I had actually wished that the rest of humanity would just disappear and take with it all of its crass pettiness, its avarice and greed, its destructive tendencies. What else was the human race but a blight on the planet and a despoiler of Nature? In such moments of reflection I considered human beings to be little more than an aberration, something akin to a pestilential plague that ought to be excised from the existence…..

And now that I in a real sense have that once fleeting wish that of being the last man on earth? How I long for human presence and contact in all its shades and forms just to remind me of my own humanity! How I miss the warmth and love of my darling wife and daughter…...

Ah, but the past! Therein lies a germ of truth. “Germ!” Ha! Ha! Ha! What were the headlines screaming at the time?