Project one, chapter four. :)
THE START OF MY NOVEL.
THIS IS ABOUT THINGS THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT APART FROM ME BUT THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT SO IS YET TO BE FINISHED.
First proper DRAFT, STILL VERY SHORT.
90 Years later, back in Paris.
· I think I need a break from the past, so I think I will sit at home and relax for a few days. I started to think about what I am.
“Is this all I am know a sit at home nothing, I can not even paint or write anything anymore. If I can not do these things there is no hope left for me. I am a fat bastard with nothing. The things I have seen will change me forever and I don’t know what to do about them.
I don not know why people are my friend because I don’t deserve any friends. I don’t deserve Anything! They should just leave me to die a slow and painful death because that is what I deserve because the world would be a better place without me. They should cut me up into small pieces, limb by limb while I am still breathing and feed me to the dogs. However they should let me watch my own death happen, so I die a painfully and humiliated because this is what I deserve. Evil is what I deserve.
The people should not give me a second chance. I look like a man in drag and I am fatter than an elephant on a good day, so what am I? I am the worst possible thing every but I do not know what I am. I am wrong, I am empty, I am nothing and I deserve nothing. People should not thank me , they should ignore me for I am a sinner and they are saints, they don’t need my kind around here, or around anywhere. I do not seek forgiveness . I just want some peace and the only way I can do that is to understand who and what I am. However… what if I never find out. What will I do, will have no choice but to give up and say goodbye to this world. Every time I look into my past it just bring s up more unanswered questions, that need answers.
But the main question I need to work out is, who am I? That makes it sound like I have some sort of Brain problem. I mean, what am I meant to be , why am I even here? IF there is no reason for my existence, there is no purpose for me. Then I should not be here so there is no place for me in the world and there never will never be a place for me anywhere, so what should I do. Stay or should I go.
Is this what I have become, empty , alone, nothing left to live for. Everyone will be better of without me. I am just a waste of space with nothing to my name and no hope of there being anything . I have no time [1]’t be missed by anyone, so is this all I have left , some pages in a book. What will happen to me when these pages are all gone? I don’t even have my hibernation stuff ready and it is nearly summer, what am I suppose to do, I need a coconut or something but what is the point in anything anymore. I should just let the sun rip the skin off my bones and burn my body alive. I have nothing in my name! Which makes me lower than shit.” or Kleos [2] so I won. However as I was thinking these things and watching out into the streets of Paris from my home at the top of the Eifel Tower, the man I spoke to earlier on in the month, this man had told me to look into my past but I think I need to get back to the present, but anyone he has just appeared beside me.
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“Hello again my dear.” He said, from where he was sitting beside be with his head leaning on his knees which where curled up in front of him [3].
“Hi how did you know I was here? Can I ask you for you‘re name because I never got it on our last encounter.” I replied.
“ Remember when we last spoke, I said, I will contact you when the time is right and do not ask how or why. So I have kept my word and came now because I know you will have many more un-answered questions, that at this point I think need answering. So my dear, how far have you go so far into looking into your past?” He asked me, but like he didn’t already know the answer or he would not know that I have many unanswered questions.
“I have gotten to the part where I have just left the hospital and have seen the woman and the man that looks like you. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to be totally honest with me. Was it you and you still did not tell me your name please, or do you want me to put it another way… Umm… What do you want me to call you?” I responded with a confused and arrogant tone to my voice.
“Firstly, yes that man was me, who you saw when you where leaving the hospital. I was passing by when I saw the hospital and had to investigate what it was, from the outside it looked out of place. Ohh yes sorry about that, I am not to good at introducing myself but my name is not important at the minute but later you will get to know who I am, so please do not ask me this again because later on you will find out for yourself what my name is. So do you not want to know what that place was and what was going on in Urkwood.” He Questioned.
“If it is not to much trouble and if you know something about Urkwood please explain in as much detail as you possible can because everything is important when looking into the past.” I said in an enlightened manner.
“Okay so… where do I start… Umm… Okay I know. Urkwood over-run with these creatures called Zombies, they would mutilate and destroy every human being that was not like them. As you mentioned in your recollection of Urkwood, and I am going to repeat again. ‘The people did as they pleased and everything was done on how many pennies a person had in there pocket, if they had to many people would steel some but if not enough then they where beaten to a pulp but they where still alive. Then there beating heart was torn from the body and sold for research. The rest of the body was cut up into equal chucks and shared out to the citizens’ but I would also like to add that these citizens are not people but Zombies, they are the worst of the living dead I come across. I have this can enlighten you a bit more, and if there is anything else you need to know please just ask away, I can give you some help.” He said with admiration and he was acting more relaxed, like there was a weight lifted of his back.
“ Oh Okay, this is a lot to take in so I need a minute…
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(What do I say this is to much for me to handle, know but I need to how and why.)
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Okay I have thought about what you have told me and I have a few questions to ask you. The first is how did these people become Zombies in the first place? Why where they only in Urkwood and why are you telling me this?” I replied.
“The truth is we still do not know how these Zombies came about but there are many films and stories about the creation of Zombies so we do not need to go into detail about this, if I where you I would just watch ‘Zombieland [4]’ because I think that is how they came about. The Zombies where only in Urkwood because after the outbreak was under control the government made a designated area for Zombies to be transported to and destroyed but the Zombies overwhelmed the humans and took control of the area and your last question is very useful to you but I only can tell you some of what you need to know the rest you need to find for yourself. Okay, Why am I tell you this, I am telling you this because your family is the only one that was left in the area untouched by Zombies, but I can not tell you why, you need to find this out for yourself.” He responded calmly.
“So if what you say is true what am I to do?” I asked.
“ You need to rest for a few days then go back to your past and carry on your journey until we meet again, so Sayonara.” He replied and with this he took his leave and slowly started to depart.
“One quick question before you leave, what does Sayonara mean?” I asked.
“Ohhh I am sorry. Sayonara is Swahili, that’s what they speak in Africa for goodbye, but we are in France so I should say Bonjour.” He Said.
“ Okay, I will say Sayonara, because Bonjour is French for hello not goodbye, the French for goodbye is Au Renoir, So Sayonara.” I said sarcastically.
“Ohh thank you my French is not that good, so Sayonara, my friend and I will find you again when the time is right!” He replied then he leapt of the Eifel Tower and was lost in the mist, but I wonder where he went, he comes and goes like he is God, why should he be allowed to do such a thing but I can not say much. I hope we will meet again soon but I know we will so know I need to rest. So know I need to get ready to hibernate because summer is on it’s way I need all the rest I can get before the winter comes.
[1] Honour.
[2] Reputation.
[3] Influenced by the way ‘L’ sits in ‘Death Note.’
[4] Referring to the film Zombieland, Staring Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone and others.