Percey’s Seaside Antiques

This is the start to my story, it begins with an older lady named Angela Percey who owns an antique shop on the island of Saint Crista. Don’t worry though, the main character of this story isn’t this old lady with a bad memory, she just happens to the person I open with. Maybe you’ll meet the main character later though. But enjoy the small amount I’m posting of what’s going to turn into a zombie story!

Angela Percey was gazing outside the window of her little shop, Percey’s Seaside Antiques, when the sun began to fade behind the encroaching clouds.

To her it was just another day of business. She stood at her post behind the cash register, in wait for one of the shoppers to purchase some of her antiques; or as she liked to call them, her “pre-owned treasures”. Of course, she never really expected anyone to purchase anything, they rarely did. But she didn’t mind, being a widowed older lady in her mid-sixties, she just enjoyed the company of the occasional local or traveller to talk to. She actually loved to hear about the travelling and life stories of her visitors, as well as talking to some of the locals that stopped by. In fact, Angela loved her antique shop in general, it meant everything to her over the last thirty-five years that she’s been running it.

As the clouds overtook to sun, there were only four customers present at Percey’s. Only one Angela recognized as a local and like most of the residences that came in, she knew he was a fisherman. Other than that, she couldn’t remember his name, making her grow quite frustrated with her once quick mind.

She didn’t recognize any of the other three customers though, they were most likely tourists since the island of Saint Crista attracted an estimated half a million guests every year. That was always something that baffled Angela though, she could never understand nor envision that amount of people. It was probably since she only left the island once in her life, which is something she vowed to never do again. She liked the simple and stress free life that she had there, so she never felt as though she ever really needed to leave the island. For Angela, where most people see the world as small, it was always huge to her, and quite a monstrosity too.

She lived in the larger of the two towns on the island, Port Champlayne. In general, both of the towns were fairly small, with Port Chanplayne consisting of about four thousand people. Then there’s the smaller of the two, Bellwich Bay, having only about three hundred folks residing in the town. Other than the size though, both towns were mainly occupied by fishermen, retirees, and tourists from all over the world.

As Angela was lost in her own thoughts, the local fisherman then began to walk towards her, snapping her out of her own thoughts and also cause her to straighten her posture. The fisherman shot a smile at her, which she returned immediately, yet still fighting with her brain to remember his name. But almost as soon as he smiled, his face immediately went flat, straight into an empty and lifeless expression. Angela had never actually seen such an expression before, it was almost as if the soul had been sucked right out of the fisherman. All of the colour had left his face, his lips went completely flat, his eyes lifeless and no longer looking at Angela, moreso looking right through her. Angela began to feel an odd tingling sensation run over her body from head to toe, and even though it had passed quite quickly, her heart rate doubled as a result.

It was in that moment she noticed that the fisherman’s face didn’t just turn completely lifeless, his entire body did as well. He stood there in mid stride with his right foot protruded forward and arms still in their swing, but he was frozen in place. Not so much as a muscle twitch could be seen come off of his body. Nothing.

Everything about the fisherman began to horrify Angela, she reached up and placed her hands over the hollow of her neck, where her mothers medallion could always be found. She clutched onto it tightly, and told herself a quick prayer, something she had become quite accustomed to since her husband had passed away from a heart attack no more than two years prior. After a few minutes to take in the scene before her, Angela’s slow and old brain finally began to work again, and she reluctantly took her eyes off of the fisherman to look at the rest of the store.

Her shop was quite dark for mid afternoon, the clouds had blocked out a lot of the suns light, and caused an eerie green glow to protrude through the windows. Everything was very quiet though, and all Angela could hear was her own heart beating. The other three guests looked the same as the fisherman. Perfectly still. Almost as if God had pressed the pause button on all other life in her store.

Two of the people were together, Angela observed earlier when they arrived that they were a young couple, she assumed on a honeymoon or something of the sort. But now, they were frozen in place, looking at some of Angela’s antique tableware, holding her favorite bowl that she remembered was made in Sicily. On the outside, the bowl wasn’t anything special, just white porcelain. But on the inside it had the most beautiful hand painted rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam. In the back of her mind, she wondered how she could remember a bowl was made in Sicily, but couldn’t remember a fisherman’s name. But that thought quickly passed.

The last person in Percey’s Seaside Antiques, was a middle aged woman who was completely still in a very thoughtful pose. To Angela, it looked almost as though the lady could be a mannequin, especially with her ghostly white face and the soulless expression that had subdued all of the customers in the antique store.

Angela closed her eyes, horrified at the frozen people before her, but partially frozen in place herself as a result of utter fear. She clenched her medallion with both of her hands tightly, causing the flesh in her knuckles to turn white. She prayed. It was a while since she last attended church, probably longer than she would have liked to admit. But she recited every prayer that she could remember in her head, with her eyes clamped tightly the whole time and embracing the medallion Angela’s mother had passed down to her during her childhood.

Suddenly there was a series of loud thuds that filled the room, accompanied by the sound of something breaking. The loud noise caused Angela to jump and snap open her eyes which immediately fell on the porcelain bowl, now in several pieces scattered across the floor. She scanned through the pieces of her beloved bowl and frowned deeply at the sight of it, but then she noticed the young couple that were admiring its beauty were now littered on the floor next to the porcelain shards.

Tears began to fill Angela’s eyes, as she continued to notice that all of her customers were now in a lifeless phase on the floor, appearing to be dead. Her legs began to shake under her due to fear of the situation and she fell to her knees as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She could not fathom what had happened, but was much too shaken still to try and do anything about it. Her hands finally broke free from her medallion, but only to bury her face into her hands instead, letting out a shriek of a mixture of grief, horror and shock.

After a few moments, she managed to take some deep breaths, or at least enough to stop the crying. As she wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes, she took another glance around the room with a deep feeling that she was the only one alive in the entire store. Angela’s eyes eventually met the fisherman’s face, he still had his eyes open, a vision that would bothered her for the rest of what life she left. In his eyes, she could see the whites of them slowly turn red and his once brown iris was now completely black.

It was at that moment when she was looking into his strange eyes, she finally remembered his name.

“If you can dream it, then you can do it. Always remember this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse” – Walt Disney
Tyson Trepidations.
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Zombies, Dinosaurs, A Girl, and My Recurring Dream

Over the last week and a half I have been having this one dream that’s always quite similar but a little different every time. What I mean is that the setting and events stay the same for the most part, but there are small changes and detail shifting within each dream. I’ll share the overall synopsis though and see what everybody else thinks.

 

It all started out in a small (but not too small), yet quaint and tight knit coastal community. By the looks of it, it could have passed as a secluded part of Hawaii or somewhere similar in the world. It was the type of of place where everyone in town knows me, are incredibly nice and there’s always this amazing street market going on, kinda like the ones you’d imagine seeing in the middle east (but with a coastal twist added).

It always appears to be a beautiful, warm and sunny summer day, that I always spent hanging out at a zoo with some friends. Sometimes I dream that I’m with two friends and sometimes with three. But as dreams go, it really wasn’t an ordinary zoo since it was devoted to reincarnating and keeping dinosaurs (Jurassic Park much?). Everything started out innocently enough too, we were just walking around, looking at the different exhibits and were having a wonderful time with lots of fun.

Suddenly, things started to turn for the worst.

For some reason, one of the dinosaurs managed to get out. Of course though, it had to be the king of all carnivores, the Tyrannosaurus Rex. At the moment that had happened, it didn’t pose an immediate threat though. The dinosaur was distracted chasing some poor (and probably underpaid) zookeeper for breakfast. So ultimately, the group of us decided to run for our SUV and get out of the area before anything happened to us. Or God forbid anymore dinosaurs escape.

I remember though, in the Jurassic Park movies when there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex around, the main character always advised everyone not to run. That probably would have been good advise, had Dr. Alan Grant have been in my dream because once we started running, the Tyrannosaurus immediately became interested in us and started its pursuit.

Luckily, as it usually is in small, tight knit communities, the doors weren’t locked on the SUV and it actually started how it was supposed to (Not like any cheesy, straight to DVD, cheap horror flicks). Everything occurring after that though was just like that off of a movie real.

One of my friends was driving, but I was riding shotgun. The giant Tyrannosaurus was getting incredibly close, but my friend was smart enough to step on the gas as fast as he could and get us moving away from the dino-zoo. Once on the road, heading towards town, he floored it. It wasn’t fast enough though, it only seemed like we were going the exact same speed that the huge carnivore was able to run.

But once reaching town from the short distance of the zoo, we were hit with our first roadblock. Literally.

The one road heading into town was blocked off for the towns street market. So in an instant, my friend slammed on the brake and everybody bailed from the SUV as the Tyrannosaurus was gaining on us, and fast too. We started running straight into the crowded yelling at people to run and get out of the way. It was that moment when I realized something else wasn’t right, the entire market was in quite a peril itself and it wasn’t even for the dinosaur that was getting ever closer.

It was something else.

I chanced slowing down to be able to take a look around and observe what made the town into a frenzy, but what I saw didn’t make anything better.

Some of the people in the market clearly weren’t normal. I recognized the faces, but what they were doing was completely wrong as human beings. They were gnawing on other peoples arms, legs, necks, and any other body part they could get their hands on. Everyone was screaming, fighting, pushing and getting eaten alive, not only by the newly found zombies, but also by the Tyrannosaurus that had now caught up with us and having a hearty meal of the townfolk I grew up with.

Once I figured out what was wrong though, I immediately made the wise decision to continue moving before the dinosaur got any closer than it dangerously was and also before one of the zombies could cling onto me for a fresh meal. So I ran. As fast as I could, jumping over the dead bodies of those that were bitten, soon to be the living dead themselves. I was so focused on avoiding the zombies and running carelessly fast through the market that I couldn’t give any attention to anything else, and lost compass of where my friends went.

A scream then filled the air.

There were people shouting, swearing and screaming everywhere, but this one scream stood out. I didn’t know why, but it snapped me out of my zone and I looked to see where it was coming from. I knew it couldn’t be too far judging by the sound of it, but I just had to see who it came from.

The scream came again. This time more forceful and clearly showed this girls life was on the line.

Hearing it that time, allowed my ears to help me pinpoint where it came from and I saw her instantly. It was a girl, probably a little younger than myself, about to get sandwiched by two zombies slowly closing in on her. I don’t think I knew her, but I knew that I had to help her.

So I changed the direction of my full on gallop to be straight towards her. I remember that I was considering whether I should hit her, or one of the zombies. But I decided to go with hitting her. Since there were two zombies, it was possible that one could still get her and I also didn’t want to take the risk of getting bitten myself. So I hit her. Well… More like body slammed her in my ungracefulness. But we didn’t have time to check our bodies for injury, I got up instantly and pulled her to her feet. I grabbed her hand and we ran. We ran as fast as the wind.

We were coming up on our second roadblock now, running straight towards the sea. As we came up to the side rails of the road, towering above the water, I took a moment to weigh our options. I didn’t want to take us back into the market, there were too many zombies and not to mention that dinosaur looming in the distance. To the left and right up the road, there wasn’t too much of a choice neither, those roads seemed filled souvenir shops and seaside diners/restaurants, with tonnes of people, many already overcome with the zombie disease.

Still holding this mysterious girls hand, I led her straight ahead in a run and jumped clear over the guard rails, sending us plummeting towards the water. We splashed in and immediately came back up to the surface, at that point was when my short plan ended.

Once again, I took a look around to survey the situation, and as luck would have it, I saw a small and abandoned row boat not more than 200 meters away, beached up on one of the few rocks that were along the walled off edge of the sea. When we got to it, I pulled it down into the water and prayed it didn’t have any considerable holes in it’s body. 

After giving the small boat a quick look over, it appeared safe and ready to go. I helped the girl into the boat before getting in myself. I picked up the lone, old wooden paddle and began to row us away from our coastal paradise, that was now home to a zombie apocalypse.

Rowing away, I finally took a moment to look at the girl that I not-so-gracefully saved in the town market. I don’t know her name, heck, I don’t know a single thing about her. Except that, in that moment, in my dream; she was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I could have ever seen. Unfortunately, that’s only the feeling I get. When I wake up from the dream, I can never remember the girls face, no matter how hard I try and how much I wish to. It just ends with us rowing away into our future, leaving me to wonder what happens in the end.

 

There it is. I’m not sure if dreams are hidden messages trying to tell me something, or if they are just a collection of our random thoughts, arranged in a way that makes sense to us. But this dream must have something to it since I’ve had it four or five times already. Maybe even more for the nights that I don’t remember my dreams. Usually I would blame it on watching a movie or reading a book along the same lines. Although thinking about it, it doesn’t make any sense. It’s been forever since I’ve watched any of the Jurassic Parks and months since the last time I saw “The Walking Dead”.

I just hope that next time I have this dream again, I’ll be able to see that one girls face as we row off into the sea.

Kinda makes me want to write a book too…

 

“All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream” Edgar Allan Poe

 

Tyson Trepidations.