The Midweek Blues Buster is creeping towards its third year. While I don’t always make the time to enter, I do at least listen to the song. Our wonderful host picks a song that’s to be the inspiration in some way for a piece that is to be 300 – 700 words long. For this week it was Me And The Devil by Gil Scott-Heron.
The sirens blared discordantly, shattering the silence of the night. Garbled instructions came over the loudspeaker. But we the populace are well trained and know what is required of us without such coaxing. Upon hearing the noise, everyone stops what they are doing and makes their way calmly out into the street, becoming part of the amorphous throng that creeps towards the shelters. There’s neither panic or discord, as it simply isn’t allowed. Too distracting. Too dangerous. We know that salvation lies in the shelters. The unlifed can’t coalesce until the morning sun rises – so much for myths where the dark was the danger – and they have no interest in the tawdry trappings and gewgaws that those of us still alive are so focused on. Submission to the announcement means that you know your place as a citizen and that others could rely on you. To do otherwise meant you were shunned, something feared worse than what the unlifed would do.
That’s the way it is, ever since the incursions started. It’s always been seen as the true measure of humanity, how we all pulled together and made it through those first few violent attacks. Back then the losses were horrendous. But now they’re just… inconvenient. Hardly anyone dies any more, the occasional idiot trapped outside is enough to keep people scared and toeing the line. You have to admit that it’s quite convenient, the way it’s all panned out. A generation or two ago, you’d never have had such a docile population. I know it’s for the good of us all, but it just doesn’t seem right.
I’m going to fight back. Not against the unlifed (that’s impossible of course) but there has to be a different way to stay safe. My body is going to be in the shelter, with everyone else, but my spirit won’t be. There must be more like me. I hope someday I’ll be able show others the way too. So starting tonight, things are going to change.
This story placed third.
The concept of coming out at night, and hiding during the day to survive the “unliving” makes a good twist on a zombie style tale.