This is a story. A story of suspense and survival. Our three heroines are named, appropriately, Callie, Amber and Christy. These three had laid their heads to pillow with plans to meander the New England coast from Newport, RI until their destination in NY upon awakening the next morning. But unbeknownst to them, as they slumbered the world about them changed.
Their day of meandering awoke eerily. A thick fog had invaded shutting out the light and replacing it with a deadened wet chill. Our three heroines, unsure of their surroundings, nevertheless ventured slowly on, following the road as it appeared before them.
First stop was Watch Hill, RI where they were greeted with empty streets, locked doors, and cracked dirty windows vandalized with hastily painted messages of "hope is coming." Removing themselves from their trusty Honda Civic they made their way over debris towards the water's edge more by following the sound of lapping water rather than by sight. A woman, with dog on leash, emerged from the mist, signalling the existence of other human life. Christy smiled, eager to extend greeting in such an abandoned place. But the woman and dog passed, fleeing in the opposite direction, greeting unreturned. What was this place they wondered?
Callie, wandering with arms out-streached unnerved by the fantasmic foreboding of the place, unintentionally found herself in the middle of a giant puddle. Our three heroines took that as their cue to move on.
The persistent fog continued it's oppressive envelopment as the three continued on into Connecticut. Second stop was Mystic, CT. The seaport typically a bustle with school field trips and activity was hushed. The gulls not even daring to squawk. The ships and port alike battened down as if awaiting, as if prepared. What were they waiting for they wondered?
Our three heroines, increasingly perplexed, return to the safety of their car and returning to the road, locked the doors twice. Initially determined to drive until escape from the fog, as in all stories of horror, going against common sense, against better judgement, the heroines turned once again towards the shoreline. The lure of the ocean beyond the fog calling them. Third stop was Hammonasset Beach State Park in CT. They arrive. The beach deserted.
Callie and Christy pause to perch on a log. Staring out into....nothing. Their gaze itself seemingly swallowed by the fog.
Amber alone is brave, and overcoming the trepidation of such quietness ventures out into the softly beckoning bobs of the Sound.
A shrill expression of terror from Callie in her perch on the log, brings our story of Callie, Amber and Christy to it's climax. She has seen it first. But soon all three turn to take in the sight of what is approaching. Emerging from the fog towards them, slow in it's undead walk, ZOMBIE!
The lone ZOMBIE is soon joined by the even more undead Starfish ZOMBIE. Our three heroines turn tail and skidattle. They head up the beach leaving behind such horrendous imagination and delight in the memories of their day along the New England coast. A day filled with never-before-seen eeriness (simply perfect breeding ground for the active imagination), resulting in zombies and lots and lots of laughs.
Our three heroines :) L to R: Christy, Callie, Amber
Here's a couple bonus picture captured at Hammonasset Beach State Park.
Callie thought she'd try out some tanning! :)
We ended up wandering along the beach long enough that the fog eventually did leave!!
Hasta!
