To pass the time I looked through a dusty trunk full of old letters, newspapers, and a couple of high school year books.
I was starving to death until I found the letter from Nancy with the rose petals in it. Those old, flattened out rose petals…memories…I ate them greedily I couldn’t help it. It was like Nancy saved my life from way in the past. The petals, strange as it sounds, gave me strength. In my delirium, I dreamed I was eating a turkey sandwich as I wolfed down the bits of flower.
If only I could find the key to the padlocked door next to the chimney, I could sneak out the secret shaft that led from the attic down to the basement, right past the living room where the zombie was trashing all the furniture, looking for me.
Then I found it. The bottle of Old Spice cologne. I dusted it off, removed the stopper, and sniffed. It still had the scent. Excellent! Maybe this will work, maybe it won’t. I walked out of the attic and down the hall. Before she became a Zombie, Nancy always liked it when I wore Old Spice.
Sure enough, Zombie Nancy smelled my brains and came charging! She didn’t seem to notice the cologne as she bared her teeth and shook back the stringy straw colored hair from her skull-tight face. She was going to kill me.
I swung the bottle of Old Spice, splashing it right into her eyes. She screamed and stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes tight. Then she started to sniff the air. She recognized the scent!
I watched in horror as Nancy pulled her eyeballs out of their sockets and plunged them into her mouth.
I’m embarrassed to say I experienced a perverse sensation when she mumbled my name, “Mmmmm, Roger…” as she munched down on the eyeballs which were drenched in Old Spice.
I backed up, slowly at first, to the door.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I said, and ran out the door to my car and left the scene.
