1. Grave Escape
New Orleans Past Days Cemetery. The yard they toss dead people in to rot, I think as I lie in the dirt. Like me. I literally died yesterday. But now for some reason I can see and think. Like a living person. I'm alive. If only I could find a way out of here. I stare into the soil that consumes my world. I'm strangely not averse to being buried alive. It's somewhat boring, however. I can't speak because if I were to open my mouth it would fill with dirt. Who's to talk to anyway? I feel so alone, though there are thousands of bodies here. Are all of them alive or just me? I wonder how deep I'm buried. I could dig myself out. I push the dirt sitting on top of me and it gives way. I throw it up and out of the grave. I kick and flail until I bust the top of the earth mound out. How terrifying this must look from outside. Luckily no one visits at this hour. I can't really keep track of time, since I was dealing with the small matter of dying, being buried, and awaking from the death like a freaking zombie. I know it's nighttime, though. I climb out of my grave into the moonlight. It's brisk out, but not cold. The breeze flutters my hair as I look around myself at the still graves that show no sign of life. I re-pat the dirt so that it looks like a zombie girl has not busted out, and stroll up the road to the gas station. I see the occasional car zip by, but the Royal Farms convenience store is 24/7 (or so I assume) and open. I walk in, covered in dirt. The cashier doesn't look up, but grunts in hello. I pick up six bars of soap, two whole display boxes of Z Energy Bars, three two-liter bottles of Diet Mountain Dew, and set those on the counter while I continue to shop. I get a gallon of apples, a gallon of oranges, and five bottles of water (why do they not make two-liter bottles of water? This makes no sense to me). I gotta make food last, right? Plus I have that credit card mom gave me that... isn't... in... my... pocket. How could no one return it to me? It's not like people DON'T wake up from the dead, bust out of their grave, and go shop at Royal Farms every day! I hear faint snores and realize the cashier is asleep. I slide behind the counter and do what I never thought I'd do. I commit a robbery.