A bowl of raisin brain
I went to answer the door and was immediately suspicious. Who would come visiting so late at night? The UPS man stood on the front porch in his brown shorts with the electronic clipboard on his hip. Behind him were three tall boxes. I picked up my cellphone and called the police dispatcher. This is when he made his move. He stepped forward, shoving his foot in the door and threatened to hit me with his clipboard (those things are heavy).
I begged the dispatcher to send help to my address. How long could it possibly take? I live right behind city hall and the police department. The delivery guy pressed me against a wall until I had to surrender the phone. I was able to shove him back. He pulled a knife on me and those I took a couple of cuts, I was able to force him down and hold him until the police could arrive. He wasn't too happy about being dragged away, and the police didn't take the boxes with them. I had to store them to the side of my driveway before I left.
This made me late for my first class of the day and we were having an exam. Luckily, I got in soon enough that I was able to copy the questions from a classmate and had enough time to frantically scribble down the answers. A student who just transferred to the class bought me some time as the teacher dressed her down in front of the rest of the class for her tardiness on her first day in that particular class. He took my question sheet from me and passed it to her. She had five minutes to answer questions for which she hadn't studied. It really wasn't fair-- especially because I'd written some of the questions in shorthand. Why would the teacher need to understand his own questions. I made it a point to apologize to her later.
When I got home, my housemates (a guy and his son) were getting dinner ready. They were talking about some delivery man being taken into custody by police. It was the same guy I had arrested earlier. Then a special report came on TV about patients attacking people on the street. Police had to use lethal force to take them down, but a couple of them fell in the efforts. This was all very weird because we live in such a small community.
Then the zombies came into our yard. Somehow, we were prepared enough and had the presence of mind of how to dispatch them. Two dozen zombies were destroyed right on our front lawn and then we buried them in the back yard.
Days passed and it was quiet without anyone mentioning the incident. I think we were all too weirded-out by it. Then the phone rang. My housemate's girlfriend started humming to the tune, and I had a sudden flashback that when the fake delivery man was here he mentioned the odd ringtone on our phone. His knife, left behind by police, even though it was evidence, began flashing. In the backyard, where my housemate's son was playing, a big explosion blew a crater in the grass.
Zombie bits flew everywhere. We had to lock the house quickly, but my housemate ran out to rescue his son who he heard screaming. I locked the house because the zombie wave was rushing our front porch. When the front was secured, I ran to the back door and saw the neighbors had become zombies. I was also just in time to see my housemate's son chew his father's head off. It turned out that he was the delivery man's intended victim the whole time. My housemate was the scientist who caused the fake UPS man to lose his funding in a project.
To re-animate the dead.
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it was just a dream, but wow! What raisin bran and Fallout 3 will do for your dreams!
I begged the dispatcher to send help to my address. How long could it possibly take? I live right behind city hall and the police department. The delivery guy pressed me against a wall until I had to surrender the phone. I was able to shove him back. He pulled a knife on me and those I took a couple of cuts, I was able to force him down and hold him until the police could arrive. He wasn't too happy about being dragged away, and the police didn't take the boxes with them. I had to store them to the side of my driveway before I left.
This made me late for my first class of the day and we were having an exam. Luckily, I got in soon enough that I was able to copy the questions from a classmate and had enough time to frantically scribble down the answers. A student who just transferred to the class bought me some time as the teacher dressed her down in front of the rest of the class for her tardiness on her first day in that particular class. He took my question sheet from me and passed it to her. She had five minutes to answer questions for which she hadn't studied. It really wasn't fair-- especially because I'd written some of the questions in shorthand. Why would the teacher need to understand his own questions. I made it a point to apologize to her later.
When I got home, my housemates (a guy and his son) were getting dinner ready. They were talking about some delivery man being taken into custody by police. It was the same guy I had arrested earlier. Then a special report came on TV about patients attacking people on the street. Police had to use lethal force to take them down, but a couple of them fell in the efforts. This was all very weird because we live in such a small community.
Then the zombies came into our yard. Somehow, we were prepared enough and had the presence of mind of how to dispatch them. Two dozen zombies were destroyed right on our front lawn and then we buried them in the back yard.
Days passed and it was quiet without anyone mentioning the incident. I think we were all too weirded-out by it. Then the phone rang. My housemate's girlfriend started humming to the tune, and I had a sudden flashback that when the fake delivery man was here he mentioned the odd ringtone on our phone. His knife, left behind by police, even though it was evidence, began flashing. In the backyard, where my housemate's son was playing, a big explosion blew a crater in the grass.
Zombie bits flew everywhere. We had to lock the house quickly, but my housemate ran out to rescue his son who he heard screaming. I locked the house because the zombie wave was rushing our front porch. When the front was secured, I ran to the back door and saw the neighbors had become zombies. I was also just in time to see my housemate's son chew his father's head off. It turned out that he was the delivery man's intended victim the whole time. My housemate was the scientist who caused the fake UPS man to lose his funding in a project.
To re-animate the dead.
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it was just a dream, but wow! What raisin bran and Fallout 3 will do for your dreams!