I saw the White Cleaver today.
I did not meet him, nor speak to him. It was only a fleeting glance, but it was enough.
I was in the second to last lesson of school, and I was bored out of my mind. I had finished reading the book that we were meant to be studying, and so my gaze drifted to the blackboard in search of interest.
I saw a flash. A glint of steel and glassy visor. I turned to my right, looking out the window, to see him standing there on top of the adjacent building, holding his scythe and leaning on it slightly. By the time my eyes registered the fact that he was there, he was gone again, lost to my sight.
I did not tell anyone. How could I? What would they say, if I told them that I saw a deadly fictional character?
I did not dwell about why he had been watching. It might not even be me that his eyes were on.
But afterwards, when the day was over, I went to the back of that building, a place where no-one visited anymore, and found strange evidence.
A chocolate bar wrapper. A car magazine. Even what looked like a cigarette!
I was surely not aware that a zombified Cleaver would have the need to eat. And surely he wouldn’t be reading magazines. But those items were there, none the less.
And so there was my sighting of the White Cleaver.
I was relieved, at the least, that the lethal figure had decided to stay on the roof of the building and not come any closer. Although, the distance between the window and the edge of the roof wasn’t that big. If anything, he could jump the gap right through the window.
Secretly, however, I wanted to know more about him. Wanted to meet him, and speak to him. I did not realise, however, that that would also happen very soon…
Hello Lenka. It is great to have you back. Or at least with the promise of a post a month.