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/SOBS I can't believe I just wrote three papers in 24 hours. A research paper for Evolution class, a full short story (Well, no, Three chapters of a novel I'm toying with, shut up it was still like 15 pages) and a story analysis of the story I wrote.
After I turn these in I'm going to fucking. Crash.
then I'm going to wake up and play video games. And eat steak. And maybe clean my room.
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In hindsight, maybe resurrecting a corpse had been a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't had lifted that creepy leather book from McKays, and maybe he shouldn't have spent nights when he should have been studying pouring over its pages and lingering on the ancient burial rites and rituals described within. Now that he had a zombie, what was he supposed to do with it? It wasn't like a hamster that he could sneak into the dorms and keep underneath his bed, feeding it in secret. For one, the zombie was much larger than a hamster. For two, hamsters didn't generally eat human flesh. For three, his roommate had been very upset with him when he had tried.
So with no other options, Nate had booked two tickets on a Greyhound back to his mother's house and spent two evenings planning on how to condition his zombie not to eat people near him. It had been difficult to plan at first, of course, as going out of the dorm with a dirty, sickly-looking boy on a leash tended to upset some of the more conservative evangelists on the sidewalks of the campus, and repeatedly spritzing the zombie with water didn't seem to dissuade it from lunging at them. If anything, the extra hydration only made his skin puff up and look in danger of sloughing off. He had finally settled for just taking the zombie out the night before hand and hoping that he didn't get hungry on the bus ride home.
"She'll probably make you take a shower." He looked back over to the zombie on the seat next to him. "Will you be okay?"
The creature pawed at his chest again, dull fingernails scratching across the caricature of a crawfish emblazoned on it. "Maybe."
"We'll figure something out, don't worry." After hesitating for a moment, he reached over to ruffle the zombie's limp, scraggly hair. "All in due time."
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Nathaniel had always been a little eccentric while growing up. Like most young boys in a rural area he loved to go fishing and catch frogs, or climb trees and watch silly cartoons. Unlike most young boys, he had been caught trying to revive dead frogs and birds with a car battery in the garage no less than five times before age fifteen-the frog-splatter on the wall from the time he hadn't been caught never really went away, though, despite his weeks of scrubbing it as a punishment.
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"And you think its the Necronomicon." John, his roommate, didn't bother to look down from the match of Halo on the screen, tilting in his chair and he tapping his finger on the right-trigger button desperately. His lips drew back, eyes remaining steady and blinking less as his stare fixed on the screen. "Swear I'll kill this Swedish cunt..."
"It's bound in human skin!" Nathaniel sat on his bed across the room, finger moving over the decoratively inked pages. His eyes raised, before he frowned. "Are you even listening? This could be the find of the-"
"Shut up, gimme a sec," There was more rapid button mashing before he swore again, his defeat broadcast across the X-Box Live channel. "Goddamnit. What were you saying?"
"I'm saying this is way more important than a game of Halo." He picked up his pen, looking over another page. "What if there's real power here? Like the Old Ones?"
That comment earned him a blank look. "What, like your grandpa?"
"Like Cthulu! Or-I don't know, other ones! You don't think that's interesting?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you." John stood up to power off the X-Box and grab a beer from the freezer, popping the cap of it and walking to the door to lock the deadbolt. "I mean, I ain't gonna claim I know jack shit about your weird elder god book, but it doesn't sound like you know more than me."
Nathaniel's shoulder's rose unconsciously as he began taking slow notes again, copying down an elaborate inscription. "...Well, I will when I figure out what all this means. You'll see."
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ALSO HOLY SHIT. TWO TESTS AND I'M DONE WITH COLLEGE.
Well no actually after those two tests I still have to go to a debate. But I don't have to do anything besides sit there and look fucking pimp. and then I need to get a job and stop being as hippie.
After I turn these in I'm going to fucking. Crash.
then I'm going to wake up and play video games. And eat steak. And maybe clean my room.
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In hindsight, maybe resurrecting a corpse had been a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn't had lifted that creepy leather book from McKays, and maybe he shouldn't have spent nights when he should have been studying pouring over its pages and lingering on the ancient burial rites and rituals described within. Now that he had a zombie, what was he supposed to do with it? It wasn't like a hamster that he could sneak into the dorms and keep underneath his bed, feeding it in secret. For one, the zombie was much larger than a hamster. For two, hamsters didn't generally eat human flesh. For three, his roommate had been very upset with him when he had tried.
So with no other options, Nate had booked two tickets on a Greyhound back to his mother's house and spent two evenings planning on how to condition his zombie not to eat people near him. It had been difficult to plan at first, of course, as going out of the dorm with a dirty, sickly-looking boy on a leash tended to upset some of the more conservative evangelists on the sidewalks of the campus, and repeatedly spritzing the zombie with water didn't seem to dissuade it from lunging at them. If anything, the extra hydration only made his skin puff up and look in danger of sloughing off. He had finally settled for just taking the zombie out the night before hand and hoping that he didn't get hungry on the bus ride home.
"She'll probably make you take a shower." He looked back over to the zombie on the seat next to him. "Will you be okay?"
The creature pawed at his chest again, dull fingernails scratching across the caricature of a crawfish emblazoned on it. "Maybe."
"We'll figure something out, don't worry." After hesitating for a moment, he reached over to ruffle the zombie's limp, scraggly hair. "All in due time."
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Nathaniel had always been a little eccentric while growing up. Like most young boys in a rural area he loved to go fishing and catch frogs, or climb trees and watch silly cartoons. Unlike most young boys, he had been caught trying to revive dead frogs and birds with a car battery in the garage no less than five times before age fifteen-the frog-splatter on the wall from the time he hadn't been caught never really went away, though, despite his weeks of scrubbing it as a punishment.
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"And you think its the Necronomicon." John, his roommate, didn't bother to look down from the match of Halo on the screen, tilting in his chair and he tapping his finger on the right-trigger button desperately. His lips drew back, eyes remaining steady and blinking less as his stare fixed on the screen. "Swear I'll kill this Swedish cunt..."
"It's bound in human skin!" Nathaniel sat on his bed across the room, finger moving over the decoratively inked pages. His eyes raised, before he frowned. "Are you even listening? This could be the find of the-"
"Shut up, gimme a sec," There was more rapid button mashing before he swore again, his defeat broadcast across the X-Box Live channel. "Goddamnit. What were you saying?"
"I'm saying this is way more important than a game of Halo." He picked up his pen, looking over another page. "What if there's real power here? Like the Old Ones?"
That comment earned him a blank look. "What, like your grandpa?"
"Like Cthulu! Or-I don't know, other ones! You don't think that's interesting?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you." John stood up to power off the X-Box and grab a beer from the freezer, popping the cap of it and walking to the door to lock the deadbolt. "I mean, I ain't gonna claim I know jack shit about your weird elder god book, but it doesn't sound like you know more than me."
Nathaniel's shoulder's rose unconsciously as he began taking slow notes again, copying down an elaborate inscription. "...Well, I will when I figure out what all this means. You'll see."
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ALSO HOLY SHIT. TWO TESTS AND I'M DONE WITH COLLEGE.
Well no actually after those two tests I still have to go to a debate. But I don't have to do anything besides sit there and look fucking pimp. and then I need to get a job and stop being as hippie.