10 - My girlfriend hates to be left alone

My Girlfriend Hates To Be Left Alone

I spent the day exploring the island. It was a nice change of pace to get away from her. I wandered and tried to keep a map but my drawing skills aren’t really up to snuff. I walked passed the stream followed it to a tree covered hill and attempted to climb it. The trees grew closer together here and I had trouble getting through them. The stream ran cleaner but not cooler. I drank until I was full and then moved around the hill.

I came across some more fruit and attempted to eat them. I’m not sure what they were but they tasted bitter and they were very stringy.

I found a different place to fish and dug out some more oysters. Ignoring their taste I ate them raw. Funny how just a week ago I would have turned my nose up at the thought of shellfish. Now I dream about that shit like it is Fillet Minion with crab and a bearnie .. bernnie .. ber – ah fuck it. Whatever you call that green sauce on top.

The day was coming to an end, so I walked back to camp. At least what I thought was camp. With my terrible sense of direction I went the wrong way. Ended up down the beach from my makeshift home.

The night rolled in and I was soon walking by the light of the moon. This sucked. If I didn't find my camp soon I would have to find somewhere to sleep because I was getting really tired.

I heard a splashing noise.

“Anyone there?” I called out knowing that there was probably just the body of her husband. Maybe he came loose and washed up on shore. Maybe he was lying within reach and one of the rocks was his bloated body.

I shuddered, turned away and made my way in the opposite direction.

I came across camp a few minutes later and plopped down behind my little home made tent and stared up at the stars. Bugs attacked me immediately going for every inch of exposed skin. I slapped at them as fast as I could but I know how this little battle ends. Me zip, bugs about a billion.

I heard a noise in the distance and wondered if a bird was nearby. I gathered up a couple of rocks and listened. Then I realized there was one sound I was not hearing and that was the sound of her.

I jumped to my feet and walked to the tree, hands held out before me in the dark. I felt around the base and only found a strand of broken rope.

Oh shit.

I heard a sound and leaped back, hit the little fence and went down hard. I was back on my feet in a second. I was sure I would be in pain from that spill in the morning.

 If I lived that long.

I crept back to my shelter and stood outside it for a while just staring into the darkness. I looked from corner to corner, shape to shape, and tree to tree. The moon was a sliver so it was hard to makeanything out. Every splash of water, every rustle of a leaf scared the crap out of me.

She would fall on me at any moment, attack and I would be too shocked to react. I was already exhausted from my walk around the island but my adrenalin was up and I had no chance of falling asleep.

After standing in place for about half an hour, I decided to light a fire and catch her when she shambled into camp. Not much of a trap, I know, but I had to do something instead of standing in place all night freaked out beyond belief.

I sparked up the fire with another precious strip of paper and one of the remaining matches. It caught quickly and I fed it wood until I had a cozy fire going. I stood off the side and waited for about an hour but she didn’t shamble into camp.

I still heard rustling near the trees but I hoped it was crabs or just a bunch of leaves rubbing together. I should investigate. If my breakfast was walking around I needed to gather them up. I started to make a torch a half dozen times but found a reason in the back of my head not too. What if she was waiting there, what if she was suddenly smart and planned a trap that starred me as the poor sap getting eaten instead of her dead husband.

An hour passed and my fear grew. She should have come back by now and tried to attack me. She has been drawn to fire every time I lit one. What was different now?

Went to the fire after another half hour and took out a long stick that was burning on the end. I took a few breathes and started walking around the camp area. Then I expanded my circuit until I was walking around what I thought of as the perimeter. Like I was Rambo, like I knew where the bad buys were. I don't have a bad-guy-o-meter in my head like they do in the movies. Instead I have a freak-me-the-fuck-out-meter. If I stood out here much longer I was probably going to die of fright. Any minute I expected her to jump out and attack me, latch her disgusting teeth onto my neck and tear it out like I have seen in the movies.

I was walking back and forth flinching at every shadow, flicker and breeze. She still didn’t lurch out at me.

I decided to investigate the area I heard the noises from and maybe score a crab or two. With the fire nice and hot they would cook up moist and juicy in a few minutes. I almost started drooling at the thought.

I moved into the little copse and got close to the ground so I could see one of the little guys. That’s when the hand touched my ankle.

I’m pretty sure I screamed like a six year old girl as I fell down again. My breath came fast and furious as I scrambled backwards. She had laid a trap for me. Bitch! After all I had done for her too.

“What’s wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you? I take care of you, I clean you. Why would you do that to me?”

Then I came across her body and my words died in my throat. She was lying on her back with the rope wrapped around her body and one arm. The other reached for me. One of her legs was hooked over a branch the other was bent at the knee and hooked under her thigh. Her skirt was around her waist and it was the first thing I fixed. Then I unbent her leg and took the other off the branch and stretched them out rubbing the sand off.

She still had the gag around her mouth and her good eye was fixed on mine while she snapped behind the cloth. I did my best to straighten her clothes while she did her best to eat my arm. I helped her up and noticed she was starting to smell again. I would take her to the stream first thing in the morning and wash her off.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have left you like that. That wasn’t cool.”

I felt terrible. Zombie or not I should take better care of her, I wouldn’t treat an enemy the way I was treating her. I took her back to the fire and sat her down. I tried to fix her hair but it was ratted and lank but not greasy like I expect mine is tonight. I bet she doesn’t have oil at all from her head, being dead and all.

“I’ll do better, baby, I will take care of you better than this. I know it is hard you know being dead and all but you deserve some common human decency.”

I felt bad about leaving her arms tied up but I put out the fire, laid her gently on her back and then tugged a small log over her feet. With her child like reflexes and lack of motor skills she wouldn’t go far. I felt sleepy for the first time that night. I lay there for a few minutes listening to her snarls behind the gag and then sang a soft song I remembered from one of my favorite bands. She quieted down and I did it again.

After that I closed my eyes and slept like a baby. 

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