The camera slowly fades from black and an image of a filthy hand fills the entire screen. Fingernails are dirty, caked with filth, torn and ragged. The fingers twitch rhythmically as if the had was trying to drag itself forward. The camera slowly pulls back revealing that it is in fact a severed hand, no body in sight, yet still twitching forward. The camera inches back and up to an aerial view and the smoking remains of a zombie battlefield are revealed. Cars are on fire, there are dismembered bodies littering the street, obvious evidence of past explosions and puddles of dark murky liquid are everywhere. As the aerial view develops, a two story green house, looking very suburban and pristine creeps into the corner of the screen with a white curtain fluttering out of a second floor window.
As if this white fluttering curtain catches the camera’s attention, the camera centers on this window and starts to zoom in with gathering speed, until it zooms right thru the window and the image comes to rest on a pale white pristine hand, with an IV jacked into it with a bit of medical tape. The camera hesitates on this hand for a moment as its match creeps in to the shot to pull the IV out, then follows then follows it down to the floor as it clatters to a rest amid a piled of discarded coffee cups and snack wrappers. The camera follows the coil of the IV tube onto the floor and then traces it up the stand to the IV bag, hovering on “Medical Grade Chicken Soup”. The bag is mostly empty.
The camera drops to the floor amid the snack wrappers, tea bags, orange juice containers. You can see the view under the bed with rumpled sheets hanging off it. A foot emerges as the person on the bed prepares to stand. the foot is shaky and bare. It tests the floor as if to see if there is enough strength to stand. The other foot follows clad in a Hello Kitty sock. The two feet flex and adjust as the person stands.
The camera pulls back and starts to twirls around this girl in a white medical gown clasping the IV stand for balance as she takes the first week step forward. The room is empty save for a bed and a desk with a computer next to the window. She slowly steps forward, touches the computer as if for luck, and parts the curtains as the camera flies from behind her and over her shoulder into the blinding sunshine out the window fading to a painful white.
The film title dissolves into the whiteness – “FatGirl vs. The Zombie Flu”
I’ve been sick with the Zombie Flu. That’s the only way I can describe it. I’ve been dealing with life-stopping fatigue. I’d wake up, have a cup of tea and feel pretty good for about 30 minutes and then have to sleep again for 4 hours. Its been a week now since I started feeling better but I’m still dealing with fatigue. I’m hoping that today will be a better day.