And I thought, "Jesus, that's the key!"
So lately I've been dreaming all sorts of madness. In one of these mad dreams, it was like an end of the world scenario. There had been a zombie break out, so of course the government had seperated my family and i for safety. But the zombies had broken through their little safe-hold, who woulda thunk it?
Well, I wandered around aimlessly until I met up with this old woman and her granddaughter. They had been hiding out in this torn down building and were showing me the "no no" areas, when walked down this exposed hallway and there were a couple of zombies shuffling around outside. The old lady quickly turned around and put her hand over my mouth, I looked a little surprised but nodded. Then her granddaughter's fucking cell phone went off!!
The zombies quickly changed pace and launched at us. My feet hit the pavement hard as I ran for it, all I could hear behind me were screams and groans. But before I knew it, I ended up on a beach with a bunch of dunes and holes, I thought this might be my safe-haven. Especially since there were people on quads and bikes just jumping around. I threw myself behind some shitty jeep and prayed that I'd lost the zombies.
Low and behold the zombies came running up and the bikers fucking pointed me out to them! I cursed and got up to start running again, when one of the younger biker's yelled out "Throw your mp3 player! They'll follow it!" So fumbled around trying to turn it on, but the fucking thing was low on battery so it kept glitching. I finally got it to stay on and it blasted out "Do You Want To" by Franz Ferdinand, and I chucked it out into one of the giant holes. The zombies screeched and jumped down after it. I thought I was good 'til that same young biker walked up and straight-up billy-jacked me in the face. I knocked out and I felt my body being dragged off across the sand.
I woke up in a crumpled heep on a dark street, hearing nothing but groans and hisses all around me. I looked up and saw fucking thousands of zombies surrounding me. I heard a scream and turned to see that the bikers had my family. They shouted at me, "If you want your family, then you gotta give our little undead friend over there a KISS." I thought, "What the fuck? Why a fucking kiss?! I'm dead."
They pointed out this one younger zombie that was in front of all the others. I felt my stomach lurch, as I saw I looked him over and he was all sorts of fucked-up. His dead eyes searched me over, the crusted blood on his lips glistened, and the black who-knows-what dripped down his chin. He was a creepy motherfucker and I thought, "Fuck, I guess I gotta do this." I stood up and shook the chills out of me, as I walked up to him and he let out a deep growl. I closed my eyes, said a little prayer, and gave him a quick peck on the lips and jumped back. I opened an eye, running my hands over my face; it was still there. I wiped the thick goop off my lips and turned to hear the bikers howling in laughter. The main guy was like, "No, no, you gotta give it to him good. He wants a REAL kiss," as he tightened his grip on my mother. My face burned, I hated this fucking guy. I shook it off and approached the zombie again, if they wanted a show, I was going to give 'em one.
I walked right back up to him and put my hands on his face, he looked confused and more than a little pissed off, but he didn't bite. I pulled his face slowly up to mine, I took a deep breath and kissed him hard and open-mouthed. I could feel tiny strips of meat hanging off his grimey teeth, and I don't know what else was in his mouth but it felt meaty and slick. I broke the kiss quickly and hunched over, spitting up. I tried not to throw up, I didn't want to give those fucking bikers any more entertainment than I already had.
Almost instantly, all the zombies moved back a couple of yards, except for the jerk I kissed. My mothers arms wrapped around me and I could feel the warmth of my family and their muffled concerns. My heartbeat was pounding in my head and my stomach turned, as I felt my leg for the knife that I somehow just figured out was there. I jumped up, pulling the knife out and ran for the main biker, but before I could reach him, my zombie lover launched on him. He tore that biker open like there was no tomorrow and soon the other zombies closed in on the other bikers. I was pleasantly surprised, until he turned towards me and walked up to me slowly, blood dripping from his lips, and his dead eyes looking right through me. I felt my hands shake and the knife drop, I tried to steady myself and not make any swift movements or I'd be screwed.
I closed my eyes and knew this was as far as I was going to, he was either going to chew my face off or... I didn't know, until he held his blood-crusted hand out towards me. I could hear my family freaking out behind me, but I took his hand anyway.
Suddenly, his grip tightened on me and his body began to shake violently, all the zombies around us howled and convulsed. I didn't know what to do, so I let go of his hand and stood back with my family. His eyes changed, they turned a bright beautiful blue and the holes in his face closed up, he looked new and healthy. There was a loud thud as all the convulsing bodies hit the floor, I walked back over to him and he looked up at me, scared, confused, and alive.
And that was it.
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On another note, life is still the same. Still jobless, broke, and crushing on that boy. I thought my trip to California would have made it go away, but nope. I'm butt-deep-in-crush. C'est la vie.
...it was the longest day that I've ever known...
Well, I wandered around aimlessly until I met up with this old woman and her granddaughter. They had been hiding out in this torn down building and were showing me the "no no" areas, when walked down this exposed hallway and there were a couple of zombies shuffling around outside. The old lady quickly turned around and put her hand over my mouth, I looked a little surprised but nodded. Then her granddaughter's fucking cell phone went off!!
The zombies quickly changed pace and launched at us. My feet hit the pavement hard as I ran for it, all I could hear behind me were screams and groans. But before I knew it, I ended up on a beach with a bunch of dunes and holes, I thought this might be my safe-haven. Especially since there were people on quads and bikes just jumping around. I threw myself behind some shitty jeep and prayed that I'd lost the zombies.
Low and behold the zombies came running up and the bikers fucking pointed me out to them! I cursed and got up to start running again, when one of the younger biker's yelled out "Throw your mp3 player! They'll follow it!" So fumbled around trying to turn it on, but the fucking thing was low on battery so it kept glitching. I finally got it to stay on and it blasted out "Do You Want To" by Franz Ferdinand, and I chucked it out into one of the giant holes. The zombies screeched and jumped down after it. I thought I was good 'til that same young biker walked up and straight-up billy-jacked me in the face. I knocked out and I felt my body being dragged off across the sand.
I woke up in a crumpled heep on a dark street, hearing nothing but groans and hisses all around me. I looked up and saw fucking thousands of zombies surrounding me. I heard a scream and turned to see that the bikers had my family. They shouted at me, "If you want your family, then you gotta give our little undead friend over there a KISS." I thought, "What the fuck? Why a fucking kiss?! I'm dead."
They pointed out this one younger zombie that was in front of all the others. I felt my stomach lurch, as I saw I looked him over and he was all sorts of fucked-up. His dead eyes searched me over, the crusted blood on his lips glistened, and the black who-knows-what dripped down his chin. He was a creepy motherfucker and I thought, "Fuck, I guess I gotta do this." I stood up and shook the chills out of me, as I walked up to him and he let out a deep growl. I closed my eyes, said a little prayer, and gave him a quick peck on the lips and jumped back. I opened an eye, running my hands over my face; it was still there. I wiped the thick goop off my lips and turned to hear the bikers howling in laughter. The main guy was like, "No, no, you gotta give it to him good. He wants a REAL kiss," as he tightened his grip on my mother. My face burned, I hated this fucking guy. I shook it off and approached the zombie again, if they wanted a show, I was going to give 'em one.
I walked right back up to him and put my hands on his face, he looked confused and more than a little pissed off, but he didn't bite. I pulled his face slowly up to mine, I took a deep breath and kissed him hard and open-mouthed. I could feel tiny strips of meat hanging off his grimey teeth, and I don't know what else was in his mouth but it felt meaty and slick. I broke the kiss quickly and hunched over, spitting up. I tried not to throw up, I didn't want to give those fucking bikers any more entertainment than I already had.
Almost instantly, all the zombies moved back a couple of yards, except for the jerk I kissed. My mothers arms wrapped around me and I could feel the warmth of my family and their muffled concerns. My heartbeat was pounding in my head and my stomach turned, as I felt my leg for the knife that I somehow just figured out was there. I jumped up, pulling the knife out and ran for the main biker, but before I could reach him, my zombie lover launched on him. He tore that biker open like there was no tomorrow and soon the other zombies closed in on the other bikers. I was pleasantly surprised, until he turned towards me and walked up to me slowly, blood dripping from his lips, and his dead eyes looking right through me. I felt my hands shake and the knife drop, I tried to steady myself and not make any swift movements or I'd be screwed.
I closed my eyes and knew this was as far as I was going to, he was either going to chew my face off or... I didn't know, until he held his blood-crusted hand out towards me. I could hear my family freaking out behind me, but I took his hand anyway.
Suddenly, his grip tightened on me and his body began to shake violently, all the zombies around us howled and convulsed. I didn't know what to do, so I let go of his hand and stood back with my family. His eyes changed, they turned a bright beautiful blue and the holes in his face closed up, he looked new and healthy. There was a loud thud as all the convulsing bodies hit the floor, I walked back over to him and he looked up at me, scared, confused, and alive.
And that was it.
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On another note, life is still the same. Still jobless, broke, and crushing on that boy. I thought my trip to California would have made it go away, but nope. I'm butt-deep-in-crush. C'est la vie.
...it was the longest day that I've ever known...