Driving Force Of Emotion

Paul and his wife had been fighting the day he died, a real hum dinger airing out all issues past present and future. Bad words had been thrown by both sides, along with several plates, and all over a simple misunderstanding involving the monthly payment of the phone bill, which had resulted in a reminder notice being sent.

The fight had started in the evening, not long after dinner, it had raged during the later part of the evening and into the night. They paused to sleep, although even in bed the struggle continued.

Paul woke the following morning and went to work, he didn't say goodbye, and his wife didn't prompt him. He didn't kiss her on the cheek, and nor did she want it. Stepping into the car however, Paul found himself struck by a strange wave of sadness that rocked his body like a strong gust of wind hitting a caravan, causing him to rock slightly from side to side.

Sadly however, sadness was not the only thing that struck Paul that morning, the other just happened to be a fast moving semi, the driver sneezed behind the wheel, and his truck swerved at just the wrong time in a bend as a result and clipped the front right hand side of Paul's Mercedes, causing it to flip up into the and subsequently tumble down the road, flipping and rolling as it went.

As Paul felt his car leave the road and lurch forward, his mind jumped to his wife, to their fight, and the knowledge that the last thing he had said to her were words of accusation rather than of laugh made him cry out, and as his car came to a rest and his heart began to shut down, he made a vow to himself that somehow he would make it right, he would come back and tell her how much he loved her, how much she meant to him.

Paul did return, rising from the grave only a day after he was buried, but when you rise as a zombie there are several things that do not come with you, and emotions are one of them. He found his house; his wife was alone, sitting at the kitchen table, glass of wine in one hand, their wedding photo album open on the table. Her face was streaked by the tears that had fallen, pulling smudged of her mascara with them.

When she finally saw Paul standing in the doorway she didn't know what to think, how to react, she rose and ran to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, not wanting to question the miracle.

"I love you honey." She expressed repeatedly, showering his cold face with kisses, hugging him as tightly as she could.

Paul responded by eating her alive, before running from the house and into the night, his hunger far from over.