This is the first issue and part 1 of In the Midst.


Jim Horvel woke up. He turned his head painfully and saw that the car he was in flipped over for... God, he didn't remember. He groaned and looked to his side where he saw his wife, unconscious. He reached over to her and felt her forehead, then noticed the sounds around him. They were in the middle of Des Moines, Iowa. He was hearing screams, car alarms, gunshots, and shouting from all over the place. He gasped in shock and opened his door, slid himself out in lots of pain, then unbuckled his wife's seatbelt and pulled her out, then got into a position where he could carry her comfortably.

Jim: Oh, shit.

He saw someone walking off slowly, shuffling their feet across the gravel.

Jim: Hey! Sir! Help, there's been an accident!

The man turned around, revealing his left cheek ripped apart and a bite mark on his right shoulder.

Jim: What the hell? Are you alright?

The man growled and started shuffling towards Jim. He started panicking and picked up his wife, Ella, and cradled her in his arms, then looked up at the small building he crashed next to. The sign read 'Motel 6.' He ran to it with Ella still on his back and kicked a door open, then burst into the room and set her down. He turned back around and slammed the door shut, then locked it and sighed. He rested his forehead against the door until he felt a chilling cold metal on the back of his head, followed by the sound of a shotgun cocking.

???: Don't move.

Jim squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands up.

Jim: Please don't hurt my wife.

???: Please don't hurt your wife? Who the hell do you think we are? We ain't rapists, we ain't bandits, we ain't thieves, we ain't nothin' that would cause anyone harm unless we're forced to. Now turn around. Slowly.

The voice was that of a grizzly man, maybe in his late 30s. Jim slowly turned around and saw a man with black hair and a thin beard and mustache, as well as a pair of glasses. He was aiming a shotgun at Jim.

Man: What's goin' on out there?

Jim: I have no idea, I was driving and I must've hit something. I woke up after who knows how long, and saw my wife was hurt so I got her out and saw this guy. His whole cheek was missing and there was a bite mark on his shoulder. So yeah, I have no idea what the hell is going on.

The man lowered his gun and leaned it against the armchair Ella was on.

Man: God damned news reports are coming to Iowa. Y'know, those reports of people eatin' each other, tryin' to take a bite at least. People're goin' crazy, I guess. Maybe it's like those George A. Romero films of zombies. I don't know, I think it's all a scam. Government's gone to shit, I'll tell you that much. What'd you do? I mean, what's your job?

Jim: I'm a therapist. Mostly deal with drug addicts or sex addicts. You?

Man: I teach hunting classes. I've got a cabin out in the woods, my family and I came to Des Moines for awhile because the TV said the cities should be safe. More people, I guess. But things change, one person gets the chomp and then a minute later the whole town's infected. Bites make ya turn, it's how it works. I'm tellin' ya, it's far-fetched and hard to believe, but zombies are happening. My name's Philip Gords.

Jim: Jim Horvel.

Philip: It's okay, kids! Honey, it's just a guy and his wife.

Philip turned to look at Jim.

Philip: Wy wife's a nurse, she'll get your wife back up on her feet in no time.

Jim: Thank you so much.

A woman and three kids stepped out of the bedroom. Two girls and a boy.

Philip: Hon', this is Jim. His wife needs help. Car accident.

Woman: I'll see what I can do. 

Philip: We'll be alright and live through this if we stick together.

Jim looked at the woman working on Ella. 

Jim: As long as my wife makes it okay, I'm with you guys.

Philip grinned.


  • Jim Horvel
  • Philip Gords
  • Unnamed Boy
  • Unnamed Boy 2
  • Unnamed Girl
  • Unnamed Wife
  • Ella Horvel


  • None

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