A Midnight Moon
The bright moon shone through the windows. I looked to my right. Jeremy sat in the driver’s seat, focused on the road. They were icy with yesterday’s rain, the cars vulnerable to skids. My mom asked me to take him to the airport, but something felt wrong. Jeremy’s face was pale and yellow, unlike ever before; his head never turned to my direction, which was very weird. As I looked at him, a small tattoo on his arm caught my attention. His cuffed-up sleeves revealed an eye; which wasn’t very surprising, Jeremy loved weird things. But the postman who came this morning, a friend, wore the same symbol on his arm. I wanted to talk to him but couldn’t grab his attention. I looked at it once again, and said, “Jeremy, what is that?” I waited for a few seconds- no response. I looked up at him, and his eyes were no longer open. His eyes turned black. I gave out a loud scream. But what came forth was much worse. I caught a glimpse of the road; a one-way lane, but I could faintly see a car’s headlights driving towards us. I immediately threw Jeremy off the wheel taking control. I tried to turn the wheels into the ditches, but it wouldn’t move. The car kept getting closer and closer; but I couldn’t steer off the lane. Tears were streaming down my face. I took one last look at my friend; and before I could face the road, my car toppled over. There were no others; just us. Or me rather.
I remember being wheeled out into the hospital. The doctors remarking, “I’ve never seen so much blood.” and “At least she’s alive, the other boy died.” The dozes of anesthesia kept me dizzy. My body felt completely stuck. I knew Jeremy didn’t make it. I looked up at the doctor; I couldn’t believe it. His eyes turned the same color as Jeremy’s, before this happened. Just before I took a last gasp of air, I thought to myself, “If they were zombies- were they trying to kill me?”