Norma-Seamus
Sorry I haven't had one in awhile (who reads this thing anyway??) but that annoying irritating feeling of a budding story hasn't come on yet in a way that I can just go *smack* HA! I DEFEATED YOU EVIL INSPIRATION. No. It hasn't happened in awhile.
But then....
It happened...(from this point on it is the story)
It happened. It actually happened. The one thing that everyone said wasn't going to happen, it was 'impossible', it was 'science fiction' and was a way to make money. That's all everyone thought it would come to. It didn't, and it happened.
They came.
Now think of the two favorite apocalypses people think of nowadays, aliens coming to Earth, and Zombies right? Well, our apocalypse, happened with both Zombies and Aliens. The Zombies were the aliens I suppose.
The date was January 5th, nothing special about that day when it started. I had gotten up and gone to school as usual, the sky was cloudy and snowy, seeing as it was winter and well, winter was always cloudy and snowy. It wasn't warm like spring, in the winter, a good day would be temperatures in the teens.
I pulled on my snow boots and started walking to school, most of the sidewalks were clear, but the one in front of Mr. Giardi's house was never clear, and it was on my way. It was better to look like an idiot to the rest of school by wearing my boots instead of coming to school with sopping wet sneakers, and cold feet. I do NOT like cold feet.
The snow was coming down lightly, I took deep, chilling breaths that shocked my lungs pleasantly. My backpack was light, seeing as we just came home from break and our teachers were feeling the pinch of the fifteen essays they made us write for homework.
I looked up at the sky to eat some snow and stopped, there was something strange about the way the nimbus clouds were bulging downward, towards the Earth. No one around me seemed to notice it, the just stared at me strangely as they passed, quickly getting to work or school and out of the cold.
I couldn't scream when the first sight of The Craft came into view, I was awestruck. I had been a cold cut non-believer in aliens, firmly believing that living biologic proof was needed. Well, at that moment, I was a believer. There was no way that humans could have built something so massive, so uniform, so smooth that would be able to hover like that.
It lingered over us, people finally spotted it and started getting out their cameras and phones, I just stood there, unsure of what they would want.
When they first appeared, off of the craft, they gave me this feeling of utter doom and destruction. They were tall, limber, obviously humanoid, but were more sure of themselves, more graceful that humans were. Their skin was deep black, not like African-American dark brown, but blacker than the night sky. Their eyes were white, with different colored irises, much like ours except larger. You could see differences in their facial features, the way they walked, they wore clothing that was silky and more fluid than Earthbound fabrics.
"We are the Norma-Seamus." one spoke, it was at the point of the group of six. "Do not worry, we are not here to....." it struggled with the word, the human language obviously new to it, "Harm, we are here to learn, we are-" it was cut off by a bullet from old Mr. Cooper,
"Run!" he yelled, his voice gravelly, "They came before, they killed my little brother fifty years ago and will do it to the rest of you!" they surrounded him, obviously agitated, and through the mess of people running to random houses and pleading for entrance, I saw them bend over and bight him, then as they held him down, he screamed, it was feral, his scream, and it was nothing you thought should come from a human. When he finally went limp, they turned and each grabbed a random person running by them, my eyes widened as they each bight their human and then turned to another, and another. Mr. Cooper was up, but he wasn't Mr. Cooper anymore.
Mr. Cooper was now a Zombie, well, that's the only name you could call those infected, the Norma-Seamus control them, and force them to infect others just to spread their control over the human race. As the Zombies aged, they rotted, and it confused the Norma-Seamus, but they didn't stop infecting, controlling. Even now, fifteen years later, little colonies like mine are underground, fearful that the Norma-Seamus will find us, fearful that we'll get an outbreak somehow. We're so fearful that the goal of the human race isn't to expand and learn anymore, our goal is now to survive. Sometimes it's difficult to keep our instincts in check, and sometimes someone goes crazy from not having sunlight anymore, or from having nothing to do other than survive. We kill them then, they threaten us. If you threaten us, even as a child, there is no second chance. You die on the spot. Your place an always be taken by another.
These new rules that we face, this new way of life, it's all for the better of the world. For without it, we'd fall to the Norma-Seamus.
But then....
It happened...(from this point on it is the story)
It happened. It actually happened. The one thing that everyone said wasn't going to happen, it was 'impossible', it was 'science fiction' and was a way to make money. That's all everyone thought it would come to. It didn't, and it happened.
They came.
Now think of the two favorite apocalypses people think of nowadays, aliens coming to Earth, and Zombies right? Well, our apocalypse, happened with both Zombies and Aliens. The Zombies were the aliens I suppose.
The date was January 5th, nothing special about that day when it started. I had gotten up and gone to school as usual, the sky was cloudy and snowy, seeing as it was winter and well, winter was always cloudy and snowy. It wasn't warm like spring, in the winter, a good day would be temperatures in the teens.
I pulled on my snow boots and started walking to school, most of the sidewalks were clear, but the one in front of Mr. Giardi's house was never clear, and it was on my way. It was better to look like an idiot to the rest of school by wearing my boots instead of coming to school with sopping wet sneakers, and cold feet. I do NOT like cold feet.
The snow was coming down lightly, I took deep, chilling breaths that shocked my lungs pleasantly. My backpack was light, seeing as we just came home from break and our teachers were feeling the pinch of the fifteen essays they made us write for homework.
I looked up at the sky to eat some snow and stopped, there was something strange about the way the nimbus clouds were bulging downward, towards the Earth. No one around me seemed to notice it, the just stared at me strangely as they passed, quickly getting to work or school and out of the cold.
I couldn't scream when the first sight of The Craft came into view, I was awestruck. I had been a cold cut non-believer in aliens, firmly believing that living biologic proof was needed. Well, at that moment, I was a believer. There was no way that humans could have built something so massive, so uniform, so smooth that would be able to hover like that.
It lingered over us, people finally spotted it and started getting out their cameras and phones, I just stood there, unsure of what they would want.
When they first appeared, off of the craft, they gave me this feeling of utter doom and destruction. They were tall, limber, obviously humanoid, but were more sure of themselves, more graceful that humans were. Their skin was deep black, not like African-American dark brown, but blacker than the night sky. Their eyes were white, with different colored irises, much like ours except larger. You could see differences in their facial features, the way they walked, they wore clothing that was silky and more fluid than Earthbound fabrics.
"We are the Norma-Seamus." one spoke, it was at the point of the group of six. "Do not worry, we are not here to....." it struggled with the word, the human language obviously new to it, "Harm, we are here to learn, we are-" it was cut off by a bullet from old Mr. Cooper,
"Run!" he yelled, his voice gravelly, "They came before, they killed my little brother fifty years ago and will do it to the rest of you!" they surrounded him, obviously agitated, and through the mess of people running to random houses and pleading for entrance, I saw them bend over and bight him, then as they held him down, he screamed, it was feral, his scream, and it was nothing you thought should come from a human. When he finally went limp, they turned and each grabbed a random person running by them, my eyes widened as they each bight their human and then turned to another, and another. Mr. Cooper was up, but he wasn't Mr. Cooper anymore.
Mr. Cooper was now a Zombie, well, that's the only name you could call those infected, the Norma-Seamus control them, and force them to infect others just to spread their control over the human race. As the Zombies aged, they rotted, and it confused the Norma-Seamus, but they didn't stop infecting, controlling. Even now, fifteen years later, little colonies like mine are underground, fearful that the Norma-Seamus will find us, fearful that we'll get an outbreak somehow. We're so fearful that the goal of the human race isn't to expand and learn anymore, our goal is now to survive. Sometimes it's difficult to keep our instincts in check, and sometimes someone goes crazy from not having sunlight anymore, or from having nothing to do other than survive. We kill them then, they threaten us. If you threaten us, even as a child, there is no second chance. You die on the spot. Your place an always be taken by another.
These new rules that we face, this new way of life, it's all for the better of the world. For without it, we'd fall to the Norma-Seamus.