Zombie

》Two people have been found dead at Brighton Beach. A man and a woman, it looked like a brutal manslaughter, with what the autopsy believe must have been an axt. If anyone has any further informations on how the murderer could be, then please let your local police department know《

"Hey Pete, where are you going, with that axt in your hand?"

Peter has this exact image in his head, of looking down on these two, covered in blood, laying on the sand. The woman - Peter's now ex girlfriend, was laying on the man. He knew what they were doing and he stopped them. It felt good at the moment, but now he feels nothing but guilt and regret.

He tried to water it down with booze, the pick axt he used, still had the their blood on it. The blood already tured black and hard, Peter can't look at it. Peter can't even look at himself, he was a murderer now and people were searching for him.

The music in the background of his apartment almost faded out, he can't hear what the singer was screaming at him anymore. Every little sound, that didn't come from his record player, made him anxious and constantly looking out of the window.

Police cars were driving by his house, which wasn't unusual, considering that he lived in a shitty neighbourhood, with all bunch of freaks and he knew, he was one of them.

Peter's friends and family knew who the dead woman was and came to the conclusion, that she was cheating on him and that maybe Peter killed them as a revenge act. Everything linked back to Peter, he has been awfully quiet the days after it happened.

The police came to investigate, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary in his apartment, the pick axt was long gone and so was Peter.

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He was on the road as soon as he noticed people were suspecting something, Peter knew the police was probably already at his house... he doesn't even want to imagine the look on his mother's face, when she realizes that her only son was a murderer.

It felt like his world was coming down, the paranoia and dread inside him made his body shake and his stomach hurt. His sweaty hands grabbing the steering wheel, driving far far away. He didn't even notice tears running down his face, which reflected the colors of the city lights of blue, red, pink, yellow and green.

The road began to get very empty, Peter obviously wasn't in Brooklyn anymore, but he didn't knew where exactly he was. There was no radio on either, the only things to hear was the sounds of the engine, also Peter's faint sobbing and breathing, trying not to break down.

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He kept hearing the moaning of his girlfriend, the cracking of their bones as he swung the pick axt right into them, the screaming of the man and then... the sounds of waves.

The beautiful sound of waves at night, as he was standing next to the lifeless bodies - of the people he once cared about, the blood turning the sand red underneath them and the moon was shining so gorgeously at Peter. The stinging pain he felt on his wrist, faded away for a moment and so did his anger.

After what felt like a eternity, he walked away and the more he removed himself from the scene, the more he realized, how much he fucked up, but killing seemed like the only right answer at that time. How dare she, betraying him, causing so much pain and making him use a blade on himself?!

Maybe that was the alcohol telling him that or Peter was actually going insane, he looked insane, walking around with a pick axt with drops of blood on his clothes, he was honestly suprised that nobody bat an eye.

-

It was almost morning again. Peter was sitting on the hood of his car, staring into nothingness, the breeze of the cold morning brushed softly against him and through his long hair. For the first time in forever he felt peace, but then the brutal reality hitted him hard again.

He doesn't know what to think anymore or what in god's name he's suppose to do now. People were looking for Peter and it was only a matter of time, until the police finds him. Peter knew he let everyone down real good, for him it all felt unreal but he wasn't dreaming.

The sight of the two dead bodies flashed into his head again, it made him sick and hating himself even more, how will he continue living with that fact? How will he be able to look into his loved ones eyes, without feeling shame?

"I'm sorry..."