Am I peaceful, am I human, am I just like you?- "Am I Demon?", Danzig
Probably the most INSANE dreams ever last night, kids...It's kind of long, but...worth a read, I suppose.
Numero uno started out thusly:
I wake up in an old farm house in the middle of a field. Everything is fuzzy, and I look outside to see around one hundred people walking around the field aimlessly. I climbed down from my loft, find my brother awake next to the corpses of my parents, and check boarding on the windows and doors.
"There's more of them today" he says, looking out of a shotgun blasted window.
"Yea...let's see if the hardware store is still open. If not, let's find a brick."
Outside the window, thousands of bodies walk slowly from a few miles away as a psychedelic storm lurches above them, tracing their every move.
(Note: At this point, it became pretty fucking obvious that we were dealing with zombies. The weird thing is, I was basically watching the plot unfold like a movie, it wasn't really ME in the dream, so to speak."
My brother stays home as I venture outside. The bodies are too slow and spaced out to really worry about now. It was easy enough to dodge them and walk past with little problems.
I met Kayla in town. In all of the chaos, some had still stayed at their jobs, namely the hardware store.
"You wanna break in? It's going to get unbelievable tonight...we need everything we can get."
"Break in...?" she says. "No...no, that's not right."
"Fuckin...I don't think you u..." I stammer, walking past a militia group, and into the front of the hardware store, where a feeding frenzy of chainsaws and smith & wessons is erupting.
"well...so much for breaking in." I say, a bit let down.
"I told you..."
We walk inside, where I go directly to the chainsaws. As I pick one up, a flashback of the first time I was forced to take one of these instruments to a human face to ensure my own survival replays in front of my eyes.
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Walking to the back, hoping to find a sterno stove and blankets, I see a man on a ladder holding a blade to a circular saw. He gives me the look of a satisfied mind and licks his lips. "Check it, son!" he drawls, finding his footing on the ladder. I blink, catching the throw in mid air as it slices right through the forehead of a pumpkin and sticks rigidly into the wall, a good 30 feet away.
"It's amazing how easy that is once you need to do it." the man smiles.
"How much are those things...?"
"Buck nine'dee seven, kid."
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Kayla and I walk back to the house, watching the army slowly round its way down the hill.
"Tonight's gonna be it..." I say. The mood changes drastically to hopelessness as we round our way around the walls of the highschool, a few hundred yards from the house. I see a body blocking our path, so I try the old circular blade trick. Presto.
I walk up to recover the blade, shielding my eyes to the squirts of arteric blood.
"Pretty cool, huh?" I say proudly, turning around to where Kayla SHOULD have been.
I let morality hesitate me for a few seconds. Then I realize I don't hear any screams, I don't see any struggle. 'That's probably because they ate her throat first, asshole.' my mind laughs, trying to tip me over the edge.
I run to the house, tell Josh to load every gun in the house, and stare out the window. They're here. In no more than twenty minutes, they'll surround the house, most likely tearing the entire thing down in the process. I'd seen it done before.
I sit upstairs, thinking the afternoon's events over. I look out the window, tracing the faces of the bodies with my fingers. I see Kayla in the crowd, stumbling around like those around her. There's little doubt left in my mind. I watch as she walks closer to the house. I watch as she stumbles to the window downstairs. Then I jump as I see the knob turn and my brother's hand usher her inside.
"I never told him..." I tell myself, running to the stairs just in time to hear the scream and see the ripping of trachea. I pump the primer on the chainsaw, pull the cord, and fling it into my brother's face, letting him have the full brunt of humanity's cross of pain to bear before he has to find out what lay on the front of zombiedom.
The zombie reacted slowly. I've had to do this enough times to realize Kayla wasn't coming back. This time, though, I make the mistake of imagining what it would be like if she did. I imagine finding a cure like some people were talking about, fixing her ripped dress, and smiling while we walk to get dinner. 'Would you really like to live in a world without that, Justin?' my brain interjects again. I take a final look out the window as I feel the crossbeams shake and hear glass rattling beneath me. I take the crosshairs back up to the body's forehead as it bounces up the stairs.
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Cheesey, I know...but it was a really fucking cool dream. Usually they don't work themselves out that well. The second one is less impressive...I'll get to that later.
Numero uno started out thusly:
I wake up in an old farm house in the middle of a field. Everything is fuzzy, and I look outside to see around one hundred people walking around the field aimlessly. I climbed down from my loft, find my brother awake next to the corpses of my parents, and check boarding on the windows and doors.
"There's more of them today" he says, looking out of a shotgun blasted window.
"Yea...let's see if the hardware store is still open. If not, let's find a brick."
Outside the window, thousands of bodies walk slowly from a few miles away as a psychedelic storm lurches above them, tracing their every move.
(Note: At this point, it became pretty fucking obvious that we were dealing with zombies. The weird thing is, I was basically watching the plot unfold like a movie, it wasn't really ME in the dream, so to speak."
My brother stays home as I venture outside. The bodies are too slow and spaced out to really worry about now. It was easy enough to dodge them and walk past with little problems.
I met Kayla in town. In all of the chaos, some had still stayed at their jobs, namely the hardware store.
"You wanna break in? It's going to get unbelievable tonight...we need everything we can get."
"Break in...?" she says. "No...no, that's not right."
"Fuckin...I don't think you u..." I stammer, walking past a militia group, and into the front of the hardware store, where a feeding frenzy of chainsaws and smith & wessons is erupting.
"well...so much for breaking in." I say, a bit let down.
"I told you..."
We walk inside, where I go directly to the chainsaws. As I pick one up, a flashback of the first time I was forced to take one of these instruments to a human face to ensure my own survival replays in front of my eyes.
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Walking to the back, hoping to find a sterno stove and blankets, I see a man on a ladder holding a blade to a circular saw. He gives me the look of a satisfied mind and licks his lips. "Check it, son!" he drawls, finding his footing on the ladder. I blink, catching the throw in mid air as it slices right through the forehead of a pumpkin and sticks rigidly into the wall, a good 30 feet away.
"It's amazing how easy that is once you need to do it." the man smiles.
"How much are those things...?"
"Buck nine'dee seven, kid."
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Kayla and I walk back to the house, watching the army slowly round its way down the hill.
"Tonight's gonna be it..." I say. The mood changes drastically to hopelessness as we round our way around the walls of the highschool, a few hundred yards from the house. I see a body blocking our path, so I try the old circular blade trick. Presto.
I walk up to recover the blade, shielding my eyes to the squirts of arteric blood.
"Pretty cool, huh?" I say proudly, turning around to where Kayla SHOULD have been.
I let morality hesitate me for a few seconds. Then I realize I don't hear any screams, I don't see any struggle. 'That's probably because they ate her throat first, asshole.' my mind laughs, trying to tip me over the edge.
I run to the house, tell Josh to load every gun in the house, and stare out the window. They're here. In no more than twenty minutes, they'll surround the house, most likely tearing the entire thing down in the process. I'd seen it done before.
I sit upstairs, thinking the afternoon's events over. I look out the window, tracing the faces of the bodies with my fingers. I see Kayla in the crowd, stumbling around like those around her. There's little doubt left in my mind. I watch as she walks closer to the house. I watch as she stumbles to the window downstairs. Then I jump as I see the knob turn and my brother's hand usher her inside.
"I never told him..." I tell myself, running to the stairs just in time to hear the scream and see the ripping of trachea. I pump the primer on the chainsaw, pull the cord, and fling it into my brother's face, letting him have the full brunt of humanity's cross of pain to bear before he has to find out what lay on the front of zombiedom.
The zombie reacted slowly. I've had to do this enough times to realize Kayla wasn't coming back. This time, though, I make the mistake of imagining what it would be like if she did. I imagine finding a cure like some people were talking about, fixing her ripped dress, and smiling while we walk to get dinner. 'Would you really like to live in a world without that, Justin?' my brain interjects again. I take a final look out the window as I feel the crossbeams shake and hear glass rattling beneath me. I take the crosshairs back up to the body's forehead as it bounces up the stairs.
"Fuck yea...I'll take it..."
Cheesey, I know...but it was a really fucking cool dream. Usually they don't work themselves out that well. The second one is less impressive...I'll get to that later.