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Crazy.
I was out today wearing wedged sandals. On my way home from Riverbanks, I suffered extremely heavy traffic. So, I just sat there, people watching. You see, there were exceptionally more people walking in the streets today (turns out it was for the event in Bayan for Halloween). After a while I thought: What if a zombie apocalypse suddenly happens? People will run.
I won't be able to because I'm wearing wedges.
:(
But anyway, I was able to write something.
She’s quite sure they’ve talked about this before. Probably that one time they were high on one too many zombie movies; or those times they complained about the lack of thrill in their lives. She’s not sure when exactly but she’s sure they have.
“Oh, zombies!”
She couldn’t really put a finger on the right word to describe the scene. Everyone was screaming, running around like mad men; thankfully, some had the decent sense to grab something sharp and cut off the monsters’ head. She, on the other hand, was practically paralyzed inside the cab. Her brain was telling her she should make a run for it too, find some place those undead things can’t reach. But before she could even think of a possible hiding spot, some other fact hit her like an ice-cold bucket of water.
“Shit, I’m wearing killer heels!”
If this had been a surprise sale in her favorite mall, she would have experted it in a matter of seconds. But with over a million groaning (dying but still eating, if that even makes sense) obstacles in her way, and if her mixed fear and disgust was anything to come by, she just couldn’t see her luck. She can take over the cab; the driver has long gone out of his mind and out of her life.
“Genius, took you long enough. At least I’ll be safe inside this thing and my beloved stilettoes won’t get hurt.”
Carefully, she moved to transfer her body to the driver’s sit from the back. First she stretched out her left leg; but when it was her right leg’s turn, all hell broke loose.
“OH MY FREAKIN’ GOSH!”
A zombie had broken the window on the driver’s side and immediately made a grab for her leg, complete with its hungry moaning and fast decaying face. With a record-breaking, ear-splitting scream, she pulled her left leg back, took off her shoes and hugged them tight. Then, while she was still busy screaming her head off, another one came from her right and desired her face.
By this time, she’s completely forgotten everything else and just wondered what on earth exactly she is doing. There she was, in the middle of two deadly things, ready to be eaten and she’s just screaming like there’s no tomorrow (possibly so). She realized, albeit excruciatingly slow, that she needs to survive or else there won’t be any more shoes to buy. And with her new-found strength to live, she smashed each shoe repeatedly on the two zombies’ head.
“DISGUSTING! DIE! DIE! DIE! YOU’RE DISGUSTING!”
With that, the monsters retreated, seemingly agonized by the injury. Days later, she congratulated herself for having enough sense to take that chance to yank open her door and run. Actually, she congratulated herself for successfully taking on two of those repulsive things but was not quite proud of how she dealt with the situation.
“My babies are dying from the germs of those things.”
I was out today wearing wedged sandals. On my way home from Riverbanks, I suffered extremely heavy traffic. So, I just sat there, people watching. You see, there were exceptionally more people walking in the streets today (turns out it was for the event in Bayan for Halloween). After a while I thought: What if a zombie apocalypse suddenly happens? People will run.
I won't be able to because I'm wearing wedges.
:(
But anyway, I was able to write something.
She’s quite sure they’ve talked about this before. Probably that one time they were high on one too many zombie movies; or those times they complained about the lack of thrill in their lives. She’s not sure when exactly but she’s sure they have.
“Oh, zombies!”
She couldn’t really put a finger on the right word to describe the scene. Everyone was screaming, running around like mad men; thankfully, some had the decent sense to grab something sharp and cut off the monsters’ head. She, on the other hand, was practically paralyzed inside the cab. Her brain was telling her she should make a run for it too, find some place those undead things can’t reach. But before she could even think of a possible hiding spot, some other fact hit her like an ice-cold bucket of water.
“Shit, I’m wearing killer heels!”
If this had been a surprise sale in her favorite mall, she would have experted it in a matter of seconds. But with over a million groaning (dying but still eating, if that even makes sense) obstacles in her way, and if her mixed fear and disgust was anything to come by, she just couldn’t see her luck. She can take over the cab; the driver has long gone out of his mind and out of her life.
“Genius, took you long enough. At least I’ll be safe inside this thing and my beloved stilettoes won’t get hurt.”
Carefully, she moved to transfer her body to the driver’s sit from the back. First she stretched out her left leg; but when it was her right leg’s turn, all hell broke loose.
“OH MY FREAKIN’ GOSH!”
A zombie had broken the window on the driver’s side and immediately made a grab for her leg, complete with its hungry moaning and fast decaying face. With a record-breaking, ear-splitting scream, she pulled her left leg back, took off her shoes and hugged them tight. Then, while she was still busy screaming her head off, another one came from her right and desired her face.
By this time, she’s completely forgotten everything else and just wondered what on earth exactly she is doing. There she was, in the middle of two deadly things, ready to be eaten and she’s just screaming like there’s no tomorrow (possibly so). She realized, albeit excruciatingly slow, that she needs to survive or else there won’t be any more shoes to buy. And with her new-found strength to live, she smashed each shoe repeatedly on the two zombies’ head.
“DISGUSTING! DIE! DIE! DIE! YOU’RE DISGUSTING!”
With that, the monsters retreated, seemingly agonized by the injury. Days later, she congratulated herself for having enough sense to take that chance to yank open her door and run. Actually, she congratulated herself for successfully taking on two of those repulsive things but was not quite proud of how she dealt with the situation.
“My babies are dying from the germs of those things.”