We had made it to the other end of the cemetery, no zombies rising and her continually listing off names and speaking in riddles. It might have been the pill and the breathing, or the girl and her spinning, but I felt entirely at peace. I looked back across the graves, nobody had seemed to notice Zeus’ car smashed up into the dumptruck, anybody that walked by just walked, nobody looks around much anymore. I turned back around and Dizzy was gone, the gates to the buyer’s house was half open, made of metal rods with dull spikes at the tip of each. The house itself was more of a shack but a living space is anywhere you create it, and I’ve lived in a lot worse. I didn’t see Dizzy anywhere in the yard, and saw only dying grass and a withering tree. I pulled the bag of pills that wasn’t mine out of my jeans, swiping a vein colored one and a snot colored one and sealing the bag shut, and walked up the two wooden stairs to the buyer’s door without a knob or a knocker. The windows were covered and I could hear nothing on the inside. A dead mouse lay where a ‘welcome’ mat might have been, and if you looked close enough you could see tiny words inked into its dead but never decayed body, a language I didn’t recognize. In a moment of clarity staring at that rodent, I knew that once the deal was dealt with, I’d go in search of the living and breathing, so much death in a day can tire a spirit and I could feel mine dwindling, so I took another pill and entered the buyer’s shack.
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This is original writing from the short story titled 'Parts of Noah'. Please credit this work to the creator, Chessterr Hollowberry. Thanks!