zombies at home
in this morning's dream, the zombie virus hits singapore and is dealt with with the usual health cautionary. Wash your hands, avoid physical contact, don't spit, don't sneeze or cough on each other that sort of thing.
I'm not sure where my mother and I and m brother went, but we were together and navigating our way home. despite the "epidemic" the news makes it sound, it isn't really too bad on the streets if you just keep an eye out and keep your nose out of things that don't concern you. there was a bus station and a brief argument about which bus to take. Mother didn't want to take the one I was going to take because "the sign is written in blood". or looked it. I pointed out that zombies can't write. but we went and took another one, whose route I was unfamiliar with.
It seemed pretty uneventful really, just a undercurrent of unease throughout. and zombies in the deserted streets. The advisory advised against being out in the open. we got off the bus and had to walk 6 blocks home, passing by a hawker centre where we picked up some dinner (羊肉汤mmm).
Somewhere along the way, while me and him were fending off some vagrant zombies from my mother, my brother got splattered on. Kindda gross and dangerous, but he wipes it off on his sleeve and is convinced he's going to be fine. Near the hawker centre was a large pile of other-people's-junk like we used to get in HDB elevator lobbies when people clean out their apartments, and we rummaged through them for some kind of weapon. sticks, mostly, just to be able to keep things at arm's length. honestly i didn't think they were going to be very effective but it was a security blanket kind of thing.
so we trooped home (i had a beer wow. twas the taiwanese variety) with dinner and these sticks, and it was when we got in that my brother started looking really green about the gills. so i was insisting we take him to the doctors who've got a vaccine against the virus provided you're still alive and where i could convince them to detour before we got home, when he started spewing pink stuff. Like when you're throwing up pepto bismol.
meh. NOW do you believe me that he's sick? i was mostly miffed cos i have to go out again and i was looking forward to dinner and my beer =/ so i turned around to put some stuff away while my brother and mom got ready, and al lthe while the kid's complaining that he's okay, and then started mucking around with me, doing that "they're coming to get you barbara" thing from the beginning of the old Night of the Living Dead movie, making fun of my fear.
I shoved him back with my stick (old curtain rod with a round knob on the end) and told him off, told him to put on his shoes, but he kept coming at me repeatedly and mucking around, and got me pinned to a wall (sortta. there was still the whole 6 feet of curtain rod between us, but damned if i was going to get any closer within range of him, he's turning into a zombie!)
Mostly I was shoving at him in the chest. at one point the knob slipped to his throat, and he got kindda upset with me and started going on about my wanting to kill him. as part of the rant, and because he thought it was funny, he kept holding the knob end to his throat, taunting me (between the part where i would be too scared to kill him in case he comes back, and how i'd be too chicken and weak to do it anyway), and i kept trying to get him to get back and bloody go get his shoes on, and yelling for my mom to do something about him... and, i dunno, the knob went through his throat.
Not easily, there was all the proper resistance and such and not through the spine, just the fleshy throat bits, but certainly beyond my strength and beyond his conceivable strength pushing down against it... so anyway, it was kindda a surprise. and I yelled for my mom and the kid just keeps wriggling on at the end, and uh... at this point I'm worried about how to kill him properly, seeing as I can't seem to sever his spine...
My mom freaks out, wouldn't come near us, and the last thing i remember waking up was arguing with her about my plan to throw the body out the window and hopefully the impact will sever the spine and if not, eh, at least he wouldn't be in here when he comes back, and my mom babbling about respect and burial rituals... I guess she just doesn't believe in zombies.
I'm not sure where my mother and I and m brother went, but we were together and navigating our way home. despite the "epidemic" the news makes it sound, it isn't really too bad on the streets if you just keep an eye out and keep your nose out of things that don't concern you. there was a bus station and a brief argument about which bus to take. Mother didn't want to take the one I was going to take because "the sign is written in blood". or looked it. I pointed out that zombies can't write. but we went and took another one, whose route I was unfamiliar with.
It seemed pretty uneventful really, just a undercurrent of unease throughout. and zombies in the deserted streets. The advisory advised against being out in the open. we got off the bus and had to walk 6 blocks home, passing by a hawker centre where we picked up some dinner (羊肉汤mmm).
Somewhere along the way, while me and him were fending off some vagrant zombies from my mother, my brother got splattered on. Kindda gross and dangerous, but he wipes it off on his sleeve and is convinced he's going to be fine. Near the hawker centre was a large pile of other-people's-junk like we used to get in HDB elevator lobbies when people clean out their apartments, and we rummaged through them for some kind of weapon. sticks, mostly, just to be able to keep things at arm's length. honestly i didn't think they were going to be very effective but it was a security blanket kind of thing.
so we trooped home (i had a beer wow. twas the taiwanese variety) with dinner and these sticks, and it was when we got in that my brother started looking really green about the gills. so i was insisting we take him to the doctors who've got a vaccine against the virus provided you're still alive and where i could convince them to detour before we got home, when he started spewing pink stuff. Like when you're throwing up pepto bismol.
meh. NOW do you believe me that he's sick? i was mostly miffed cos i have to go out again and i was looking forward to dinner and my beer =/ so i turned around to put some stuff away while my brother and mom got ready, and al lthe while the kid's complaining that he's okay, and then started mucking around with me, doing that "they're coming to get you barbara" thing from the beginning of the old Night of the Living Dead movie, making fun of my fear.
I shoved him back with my stick (old curtain rod with a round knob on the end) and told him off, told him to put on his shoes, but he kept coming at me repeatedly and mucking around, and got me pinned to a wall (sortta. there was still the whole 6 feet of curtain rod between us, but damned if i was going to get any closer within range of him, he's turning into a zombie!)
Mostly I was shoving at him in the chest. at one point the knob slipped to his throat, and he got kindda upset with me and started going on about my wanting to kill him. as part of the rant, and because he thought it was funny, he kept holding the knob end to his throat, taunting me (between the part where i would be too scared to kill him in case he comes back, and how i'd be too chicken and weak to do it anyway), and i kept trying to get him to get back and bloody go get his shoes on, and yelling for my mom to do something about him... and, i dunno, the knob went through his throat.
Not easily, there was all the proper resistance and such and not through the spine, just the fleshy throat bits, but certainly beyond my strength and beyond his conceivable strength pushing down against it... so anyway, it was kindda a surprise. and I yelled for my mom and the kid just keeps wriggling on at the end, and uh... at this point I'm worried about how to kill him properly, seeing as I can't seem to sever his spine...
My mom freaks out, wouldn't come near us, and the last thing i remember waking up was arguing with her about my plan to throw the body out the window and hopefully the impact will sever the spine and if not, eh, at least he wouldn't be in here when he comes back, and my mom babbling about respect and burial rituals... I guess she just doesn't believe in zombies.