I run into the courtyard and see a group of zombies, I run at them full speed, i'm prepared for this to end, I dont want it to keep going. This isn't worth suffering for. Just then i feel a heavy tackle.
"Don't you fucking die on me. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH WE NEED EACH OTHER?"
My eyes re-adjust, and Daphne's in tears. "Look we all die thats certain but why the fuck would you do it after you've been fighting so hard to survive? You knew the stakes, we aren't getting out of this life alive, but why the hell are you giving up now? No good reason on earth could convince me to let you throw your life away." she yells with tears dripping down her face.
I take a moment to realize what I was about to do. What good would that have done? It wouldn't bring anyone back, it sure as hell wouldn't make anyone feel better. The sun was directly above us in that grassy courtyard. Just then as we got up, the moaning and dragging was closer than we expected.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
ten
I look at her and say "Hey Daphne"
she raises her head in anticipation. "yeah?" she says with curiousity.
I let a breath out and say, "I feel this is the end, like nothing is worth fighting for. I messed my life up already and I feel as though it's going to keep happening. I might as well just throw myself to those zombies."
Her eyes widen, "I dont know what to say to that."
I stand up and say, "just say goodbye."
I run outside and slam the door behind me, just one bite, one quick bite and it's all over.
she raises her head in anticipation. "yeah?" she says with curiousity.
I let a breath out and say, "I feel this is the end, like nothing is worth fighting for. I messed my life up already and I feel as though it's going to keep happening. I might as well just throw myself to those zombies."
Her eyes widen, "I dont know what to say to that."
I stand up and say, "just say goodbye."
I run outside and slam the door behind me, just one bite, one quick bite and it's all over.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Nine
A silence drops upon us for a few minutes. She seemed bothered with good reason of course I mean she didn't want to experience what she went through let alone go through it again in word form. She looks sad. That's the only way I can put it, her milky skin turned a shade lighter and her eyes. Her eyes have that glint in it, the kind that only surfaces when we've lost all hope. She looks down at her bat and sighs. I take a glance as well and finally notice splotches of dried blood caked on. I feel as if I should take a moment to do something or say something to her or rather, for her...
It's still silent, with the both of us sitting and staring at each other and what's around us. No smiling or any facial compositions that would give away our true feelings. The feelings of loss, loneliness, despair, disbelief. A couple more minutes pass and the silence truly engulfs us. This didn't feel awkward at all this just felt, right. Given the circumstances I say what other reaction would we have to all of this? Laughter? I know that she and I are not as sadistic as we like to think we are.
I let out a breath and say, "I s-s-saw her"
She raises her head and says, "Saw who?"
I flip out my knife and tell her the story.
"Remember when you caught me in that parking lot and uh your bat met with my head?"
She lets out a smile, "yeah you looked like you were escaping."
I nod, "I did escape more or less, b-b-but I saw her. My sister.. You see she's pretty much the only family I have left..
I try to hold back my tears but she can tell.. they always can tell.
She holds my hand and asks, "what happened cowboy?"
I close my knife and continue on with the story. "My sister and I moved up here for college you see. She was going to UC San Francisco and I was just going to community. We're originally from Santa Cruz but we didn't exactly get by that easily. My parents died in a car accident when i was 6, I sometimes dream about it, Mom and dad looking back after i screamed their name. I could make out a faint I love you before the car flipped. My brother flew out of the car and my sister and I were locked in. They couldn't reach my parents in time and when they found my brother he was already dead. I remember waking up in a hospital with no one in my room except this plump lady. I start to cry-out for my mom and dad... There was nothing, they told me what happened and said only my sister and I survived. My sister cared for me and I cared for her. We hopped foster cares and housing and we were notorious for always finding each other. I guess a group deal is expensive. The first time we got separated was the first foster care house I've ever been to. It looked like a normal day care I guess with one exception. It felt like an auction house. I heard stories about kids being beaten after they were taken or not fed. It kept me up at night and I would always sneak over to my sisters room and ask if I could sleep in her bed. I was adopted for the first time a year after my sister and I arrived. It was this nice white family with a daughter who was really mean. My sister was sitting on the steps as they processed me and drove me away from there. The first night I broke out of that house and ran nearly 4 miles to get back to her. They thought of keeping me at that house but they could see I was more than capable of defying them, so they let me stay with my sister. My sister was 12... and she knew that we had to get out of there, so she decided one night we'd both run away simply because she could never bear to see me go away like that. I cried that entire night because we slept in the park. God... I learned how to pickpocket, steal, fight, everything I could to make sure my sister could be alive. We spent a year sleeping in the park but the money I earned kept us alive. Once in a while we'd sneak into various motels to use their shower and sleep on a bed. Until one day we were caught by the owner and arrested. We were taken down to the station and the officer was telling us not to worry and that we'd be nice and safe back at the orphanage. I started to cry, my sister did everything she could to comfort me. I always heard her say "dont worry, we're still alive." That always got me because i wondered every single damn day why i still was alive."
I throw my knife to the floor and put my hands over my face to hide the fact that I'm dying inside.
Daphne puts her arm around me and asks, "so how'd it end up working out?"
I look up at her concerned face, she looks as if she wanted to be my saviour, the girl to take all my problems away. "well..."
It's still silent, with the both of us sitting and staring at each other and what's around us. No smiling or any facial compositions that would give away our true feelings. The feelings of loss, loneliness, despair, disbelief. A couple more minutes pass and the silence truly engulfs us. This didn't feel awkward at all this just felt, right. Given the circumstances I say what other reaction would we have to all of this? Laughter? I know that she and I are not as sadistic as we like to think we are.
I let out a breath and say, "I s-s-saw her"
She raises her head and says, "Saw who?"
I flip out my knife and tell her the story.
"Remember when you caught me in that parking lot and uh your bat met with my head?"
She lets out a smile, "yeah you looked like you were escaping."
I nod, "I did escape more or less, b-b-but I saw her. My sister.. You see she's pretty much the only family I have left..
I try to hold back my tears but she can tell.. they always can tell.
She holds my hand and asks, "what happened cowboy?"
I close my knife and continue on with the story. "My sister and I moved up here for college you see. She was going to UC San Francisco and I was just going to community. We're originally from Santa Cruz but we didn't exactly get by that easily. My parents died in a car accident when i was 6, I sometimes dream about it, Mom and dad looking back after i screamed their name. I could make out a faint I love you before the car flipped. My brother flew out of the car and my sister and I were locked in. They couldn't reach my parents in time and when they found my brother he was already dead. I remember waking up in a hospital with no one in my room except this plump lady. I start to cry-out for my mom and dad... There was nothing, they told me what happened and said only my sister and I survived. My sister cared for me and I cared for her. We hopped foster cares and housing and we were notorious for always finding each other. I guess a group deal is expensive. The first time we got separated was the first foster care house I've ever been to. It looked like a normal day care I guess with one exception. It felt like an auction house. I heard stories about kids being beaten after they were taken or not fed. It kept me up at night and I would always sneak over to my sisters room and ask if I could sleep in her bed. I was adopted for the first time a year after my sister and I arrived. It was this nice white family with a daughter who was really mean. My sister was sitting on the steps as they processed me and drove me away from there. The first night I broke out of that house and ran nearly 4 miles to get back to her. They thought of keeping me at that house but they could see I was more than capable of defying them, so they let me stay with my sister. My sister was 12... and she knew that we had to get out of there, so she decided one night we'd both run away simply because she could never bear to see me go away like that. I cried that entire night because we slept in the park. God... I learned how to pickpocket, steal, fight, everything I could to make sure my sister could be alive. We spent a year sleeping in the park but the money I earned kept us alive. Once in a while we'd sneak into various motels to use their shower and sleep on a bed. Until one day we were caught by the owner and arrested. We were taken down to the station and the officer was telling us not to worry and that we'd be nice and safe back at the orphanage. I started to cry, my sister did everything she could to comfort me. I always heard her say "dont worry, we're still alive." That always got me because i wondered every single damn day why i still was alive."
I throw my knife to the floor and put my hands over my face to hide the fact that I'm dying inside.
Daphne puts her arm around me and asks, "so how'd it end up working out?"
I look up at her concerned face, she looks as if she wanted to be my saviour, the girl to take all my problems away. "well..."
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Eight
She lets go of my hand and returns to her story.
"I was shaking when i was holding my bat. I didn't just rush in mind you, when shit like that happens you tend to think about it. Try to understand what was happening. Also couple that with trying to take in the fact that you're best friend was dead."
She peers over her shoulder to check the door way. She looks unsteady as she picks up her bat.
"I just swung." She whispers as she motions the swing.
"One after another I just kept swinging down into her face, I knew I had to, the last thing i could do was let her suffer like that."
I try to comfort her by exclaiming "Oh yeah i understand."
She shoots me a confused look.
"You understand? Do you really understand all this?"
I'm put a little off guard and reply with "You know that's not what I meant."
She looks solemn again.
"Sorry it's just, Fuck man I still can't believe i killed her like that. That's not even the worse part though believe me."
She lets out another breath and puts the bat down, I try to say something comforting but nothing comes out except hot air.
"You know ever since this morning I've killed like twenty of those fuckers? After I killed Allyson something snapped in me. I was just so sad and numb that I just stood there staring at her for like ten minutes. I remember crying a lot and I don't know, I thought about burying her you know? She was my only best friend I've ever had."
I look at her puzzled, "you've never had a best-friend?!"
She smacks my cheek, "what kind of question is that? I'm fucking telling you that i killed my best friend and you worry about me never having a bestfriend?"
I feel stupid, and raise my hands up, "whoah whoah okay sorry seriously, it's just, you're too cute to not have a best-friend before."
She raises her head up and looks at me embarrassed, she has a hint of flattery within her face. I continue to smile and say, "Alright I didn't mean to be an asshole about this, I guess it's just my way of making sense of all this."
She holds her hand out, "yeah.. mine too."
"I was shaking when i was holding my bat. I didn't just rush in mind you, when shit like that happens you tend to think about it. Try to understand what was happening. Also couple that with trying to take in the fact that you're best friend was dead."
She peers over her shoulder to check the door way. She looks unsteady as she picks up her bat.
"I just swung." She whispers as she motions the swing.
"One after another I just kept swinging down into her face, I knew I had to, the last thing i could do was let her suffer like that."
I try to comfort her by exclaiming "Oh yeah i understand."
She shoots me a confused look.
"You understand? Do you really understand all this?"
I'm put a little off guard and reply with "You know that's not what I meant."
She looks solemn again.
"Sorry it's just, Fuck man I still can't believe i killed her like that. That's not even the worse part though believe me."
She lets out another breath and puts the bat down, I try to say something comforting but nothing comes out except hot air.
"You know ever since this morning I've killed like twenty of those fuckers? After I killed Allyson something snapped in me. I was just so sad and numb that I just stood there staring at her for like ten minutes. I remember crying a lot and I don't know, I thought about burying her you know? She was my only best friend I've ever had."
I look at her puzzled, "you've never had a best-friend?!"
She smacks my cheek, "what kind of question is that? I'm fucking telling you that i killed my best friend and you worry about me never having a bestfriend?"
I feel stupid, and raise my hands up, "whoah whoah okay sorry seriously, it's just, you're too cute to not have a best-friend before."
She raises her head up and looks at me embarrassed, she has a hint of flattery within her face. I continue to smile and say, "Alright I didn't mean to be an asshole about this, I guess it's just my way of making sense of all this."
She holds her hand out, "yeah.. mine too."
Friday, May 27, 2011
Seven.
I sweat as a continue to survey the area I'm in. The gymnasium is a lot larger than i expected it to be. The orange tone seems to ripple with every floor board and crap color painted bleachers in vicinity. I reach for my knife and start fidgeting. I need to get out of here, what happened? Was that girl all just a dream? I adjust to the lighting again and see her. she's walking towards my cot and i oddly hear nothing except an eerie silence.
I ask her, "Am I the only one?"
She smiles, "Actually.. you are. Jack and Marie went to go scout, they should be back later. Go back to sleep."
I sit up and look around. The entire gym is empty except for the likes of both of us. She glances at me and asks "Do you have a weapon?"
"Y-Y-Yeah i do" i say nervously as i flip out my butterfly knife.
"Wow that's pretty cool, let me see that."
I toss her the knife and she embarrassingly tries to flip it open.
"How the hell do you get this working?" she says with a frustrating look.
I take the knife back and show her. As i flip it open and close, i notice she's not staring at the knife rather she's staring at me.
"I-I-Is something w-wrong?"
She snaps back into reality.
"Oh! sorry it's just, fancy seeing you around here, do you live around here?"
I put my knife back into my pocket, "Oh yeah i live d-d down the street more or less, what about you?"
I notice her confident demeanor is slowly starting to fade.
"I live on campus.." she pauses "Hey do you know what the fuck happened?"
I shrugg and explain my whole situation beginning with me waking up to this mess.
She sighs.
"I dont know what happened exactly, I just remember the screams. It was around like 2 am when i heard a lot of my floor mates screaming and yelling. My roomate got up and ran out the door and told me she'll come back and tell me what happened. I waited for like ten minutes and nothing. I didn't hear anything that entire time and I could tell something was wrong."
She lets out a sigh.
"Hey do you like zombies?"
I shoot her a glance, my eyes widen.
"You know what, I got to say I Love zombies, everything about them, i watched all the George A. Romero classics and they're okay remakes. I've played countless games."
Before I can finish she excitedly starts up
"Oh my gosh me too! I loved Dead Rising, my favorite zombie flick was 28 days later, holy shit!"
We both chuckle
"Then why does this feel so shitty? I mean, I thought a total zombie apocalypse was going to be fun. There's nothing fun about knowing you're going to die or knowing that your family is one of them." she lets out another sigh and continues.
"I was in the softball team here and we weren't bad. I always kept my autographed Affeldt bat I got during the world series. I held onto it after she left the room. I was worried more that frat boys would raid our dorm or something so i wanted to be prepared. When she didn't come back i got really worried. I looked outside my window which was like ten floors high. I could barely make out people running. I thought since it was a week before finals, people were just raging you know just partying hard."
She rolls her eyes
"I waited for a little while longer and decided to call my roomates phone. She left it, which totally pissed me off. So, I got dressed as quickly as I could and I remember grabbing my keys and my phone. when i opened the door you could see the lights flickering and huge dents in the wall. It was eerily quiet when i went outside. When i walked towards the elevator i saw a bloodstain on the stairs and thought, okay fuck that i'm not going on the stairs. So i walk to the elevator door thinking zombies wouldn't get trapped in them. Stupid stupid stupid."
She face palms and takes out her bat
"I saw two of them, both girls just standing there. Then they started moaning ... That fucking moan. God it was like they had a dick stuck in their throat or something."
She lifts the bat and swings it with force.
"She tried grabbing onto me, it was unreal, all the biting and stuff. This was an actual zombie and since i didn't know her i might as well stop from eating me. I didn't actually hit her. I thought it was a joke or something and you know what if it wasn't? I might get kicked out of school or worse arrested. So instead i ran the other way. stupid stupid stupid"
She sets the bat down and face palms again.
"I knew I shouldn't stay there and those two bitches were playing a really good joke on me, or so I thought, so i went down the stairs. The blood trail went both up and down so I thought getting out of the dorm would be best. I got all the way to the first floor door which led straight into the lobby and I could hear it. Not just the moaning but screaming. So much screaming, it was a wonder why I couldn't hear it in the first place. I think it was because colleges sound proof walls in dorms so when your neighbor is having sex the other people don't have to hear it."
She stops for a moment to think then sighs again.
"When I opened that door i saw my roommate getting eaten alive. I mean, what the fuck?! I almost had to throw up because again it just felt so unreal. I mean before i wasn't so sure if they were real zombies but this one. This dude was just straight up eating her neck with blood everywhere and bodies scattered around. Instead of going all stealthy like i should've i just rushed the bastard. I mean seriously three hundred style I ran in there with a roar and brought my bat straight down on this dudes head. Blood shot up from his head and hit my bat and my leather jacket. I was just so mad that i kept on hitting and hitting until i was sure he was dead. I looked at my roomate and started to cry. We were close you know? Her name was Allyson, she was a total quiet girl but we got a long."
I hold her hand and say, "you don't have to finish this if you don't want to."
She squeezes my hand and says, "Listen cowboy, you're gonna wanna hear the rest of this."
I ask her, "Am I the only one?"
She smiles, "Actually.. you are. Jack and Marie went to go scout, they should be back later. Go back to sleep."
I sit up and look around. The entire gym is empty except for the likes of both of us. She glances at me and asks "Do you have a weapon?"
"Y-Y-Yeah i do" i say nervously as i flip out my butterfly knife.
"Wow that's pretty cool, let me see that."
I toss her the knife and she embarrassingly tries to flip it open.
"How the hell do you get this working?" she says with a frustrating look.
I take the knife back and show her. As i flip it open and close, i notice she's not staring at the knife rather she's staring at me.
"I-I-Is something w-wrong?"
She snaps back into reality.
"Oh! sorry it's just, fancy seeing you around here, do you live around here?"
I put my knife back into my pocket, "Oh yeah i live d-d down the street more or less, what about you?"
I notice her confident demeanor is slowly starting to fade.
"I live on campus.." she pauses "Hey do you know what the fuck happened?"
I shrugg and explain my whole situation beginning with me waking up to this mess.
She sighs.
"I dont know what happened exactly, I just remember the screams. It was around like 2 am when i heard a lot of my floor mates screaming and yelling. My roomate got up and ran out the door and told me she'll come back and tell me what happened. I waited for like ten minutes and nothing. I didn't hear anything that entire time and I could tell something was wrong."
She lets out a sigh.
"Hey do you like zombies?"
I shoot her a glance, my eyes widen.
"You know what, I got to say I Love zombies, everything about them, i watched all the George A. Romero classics and they're okay remakes. I've played countless games."
Before I can finish she excitedly starts up
"Oh my gosh me too! I loved Dead Rising, my favorite zombie flick was 28 days later, holy shit!"
We both chuckle
"Then why does this feel so shitty? I mean, I thought a total zombie apocalypse was going to be fun. There's nothing fun about knowing you're going to die or knowing that your family is one of them." she lets out another sigh and continues.
"I was in the softball team here and we weren't bad. I always kept my autographed Affeldt bat I got during the world series. I held onto it after she left the room. I was worried more that frat boys would raid our dorm or something so i wanted to be prepared. When she didn't come back i got really worried. I looked outside my window which was like ten floors high. I could barely make out people running. I thought since it was a week before finals, people were just raging you know just partying hard."
She rolls her eyes
"I waited for a little while longer and decided to call my roomates phone. She left it, which totally pissed me off. So, I got dressed as quickly as I could and I remember grabbing my keys and my phone. when i opened the door you could see the lights flickering and huge dents in the wall. It was eerily quiet when i went outside. When i walked towards the elevator i saw a bloodstain on the stairs and thought, okay fuck that i'm not going on the stairs. So i walk to the elevator door thinking zombies wouldn't get trapped in them. Stupid stupid stupid."
She face palms and takes out her bat
"I saw two of them, both girls just standing there. Then they started moaning ... That fucking moan. God it was like they had a dick stuck in their throat or something."
She lifts the bat and swings it with force.
"She tried grabbing onto me, it was unreal, all the biting and stuff. This was an actual zombie and since i didn't know her i might as well stop from eating me. I didn't actually hit her. I thought it was a joke or something and you know what if it wasn't? I might get kicked out of school or worse arrested. So instead i ran the other way. stupid stupid stupid"
She sets the bat down and face palms again.
"I knew I shouldn't stay there and those two bitches were playing a really good joke on me, or so I thought, so i went down the stairs. The blood trail went both up and down so I thought getting out of the dorm would be best. I got all the way to the first floor door which led straight into the lobby and I could hear it. Not just the moaning but screaming. So much screaming, it was a wonder why I couldn't hear it in the first place. I think it was because colleges sound proof walls in dorms so when your neighbor is having sex the other people don't have to hear it."
She stops for a moment to think then sighs again.
"When I opened that door i saw my roommate getting eaten alive. I mean, what the fuck?! I almost had to throw up because again it just felt so unreal. I mean before i wasn't so sure if they were real zombies but this one. This dude was just straight up eating her neck with blood everywhere and bodies scattered around. Instead of going all stealthy like i should've i just rushed the bastard. I mean seriously three hundred style I ran in there with a roar and brought my bat straight down on this dudes head. Blood shot up from his head and hit my bat and my leather jacket. I was just so mad that i kept on hitting and hitting until i was sure he was dead. I looked at my roomate and started to cry. We were close you know? Her name was Allyson, she was a total quiet girl but we got a long."
I hold her hand and say, "you don't have to finish this if you don't want to."
She squeezes my hand and says, "Listen cowboy, you're gonna wanna hear the rest of this."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Six.
I never believed in visions or delusions. I say this because when i grew up I used to go to church with my family and we would have this specific time when the kids would be separated from their families to learn about Jesus in a mild mannered way. I remember we used to do a lot of those praying and believing that we were feeling god and that we could see him. To be honest, I just sat there with my eyes closed literally staring at an infinite black plane. You know what, it wasn't even that profound, it was literally just dark. I knew what was going on, i was closing my eyes while probably everyone else did the exact same thing and the end of the day they'll make believe they felt or saw these wondrous and magical things while I sat there going with the flow. Don't get me wrong I was and still am a very religious man it's just, i believe in what I want to believe and that's that. Sometimes miracles happen like stumbling upon this girl who whacked me in the head with a baseball bat. Or waking up and seeing zombies try to rip my neck from my body. I digress...
So you can see why at first these images of seeing myself and my child-hood was hard to take in let alone believe at first. Just memories passing by extremely quickly. Little snipets that make me remember things that were once lost i guess. It's a sunny summer day and my sister and brother are playing outside. I see them from my second story window and rush downstairs. I feel really excited seeing as how i rarely get the chance to play with them outside. The moment i walk outside they drop all they had and walk back in. Needless to say i played ninja alone with a hockey stick. Ugh.. out of all the times i remember, this one pops up the most..
I then start to think about my sister and how my only family member in this world could still potentially be out there, and I need to find her. Then the accident comes into view. I can see a birds eye view of the entire thing. Mom and Pop joking around in the front seat, I'm playing with my game-boy while my brother and sister are discussing what happened on last nights Simpsons episode. Dad's not looking, veers off the road. Mom yanks for the wheel but accidentally pushes it further left. The car starts to tip, my game boy flies out of my hand. My brother and sister brace for impact as they grab the sides of the doors. You can see them crying. I yell out for my parents and they both look back. They have a smile on their face that puzzled me. With tears in their eyes i make out just three in audible words. "I Love You."
Then.
I'm met with that familiar abyss. except this time the memories don't come back. It's just a dark empty space. I hear nothing, feel nothing. I shoot up from the cot breathing heavily, Daphne holds me down and says "whoa there, it's okay, you're safe."
So you can see why at first these images of seeing myself and my child-hood was hard to take in let alone believe at first. Just memories passing by extremely quickly. Little snipets that make me remember things that were once lost i guess. It's a sunny summer day and my sister and brother are playing outside. I see them from my second story window and rush downstairs. I feel really excited seeing as how i rarely get the chance to play with them outside. The moment i walk outside they drop all they had and walk back in. Needless to say i played ninja alone with a hockey stick. Ugh.. out of all the times i remember, this one pops up the most..
I then start to think about my sister and how my only family member in this world could still potentially be out there, and I need to find her. Then the accident comes into view. I can see a birds eye view of the entire thing. Mom and Pop joking around in the front seat, I'm playing with my game-boy while my brother and sister are discussing what happened on last nights Simpsons episode. Dad's not looking, veers off the road. Mom yanks for the wheel but accidentally pushes it further left. The car starts to tip, my game boy flies out of my hand. My brother and sister brace for impact as they grab the sides of the doors. You can see them crying. I yell out for my parents and they both look back. They have a smile on their face that puzzled me. With tears in their eyes i make out just three in audible words. "I Love You."
Then.
I'm met with that familiar abyss. except this time the memories don't come back. It's just a dark empty space. I hear nothing, feel nothing. I shoot up from the cot breathing heavily, Daphne holds me down and says "whoa there, it's okay, you're safe."
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Five.
"No i dont want to think about it, No fuck this i'm not killing her." I say to myself.
She's getting closer and i decide to cut my losses and run the other way. I hop the fence again into the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant. I look back and take one more good look at her then turn my head. THWACK was the last thing i hear as i see the world slowly turn into black. Game Over. Continue? 10, 9, 8, 7
"Hey! Hey! dude im sooo sorry!"
I slowly come to and see this cute Asian girl staring down at me. Her shocked and concerned face looks kind of cute from where I'm laying. Her short hair flips as she shoots quick glances from me to someone else i cant see from where I'm laying.
"Why'd you hit him?" says a deep voice to my right.
"I dont know! I thought he was a Zed!" the cute girl says.
"Yeah well he's your responsibility now, don't get too attached." a mature voice says.
"We can bring him along and besides he looks like he can fight." she says again
"Whatever, we'll scout the area, stay with him here." the mature voice says again.
I take a look around and see a basket ball court bleachers. I try to get up but i'm soon held down.
"Now where do you think you're going?"
I take a glance back at the girl
I open my mouth "H-H-Hi" i say
She looks puzzled and smiles
What's your name?
"A-A-Alex"
She smiles again.
"Well now, you speak English Alex?"
I look at her puzzled.
"O-O-of course, i stutter."
She looks embarrassed.
"Oh! i'm so sorry! uh um, yeah uh. haha."
She continues to laugh embarrassingly.
"It's okay it pp pops up from time to time."
She smiles again.
"I'm Daphne"
This time i smile back at her.
"I've always liked that name."
Then soon enough i dose off into my dark abyss.
She's getting closer and i decide to cut my losses and run the other way. I hop the fence again into the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant. I look back and take one more good look at her then turn my head. THWACK was the last thing i hear as i see the world slowly turn into black. Game Over. Continue? 10, 9, 8, 7
"Hey! Hey! dude im sooo sorry!"
I slowly come to and see this cute Asian girl staring down at me. Her shocked and concerned face looks kind of cute from where I'm laying. Her short hair flips as she shoots quick glances from me to someone else i cant see from where I'm laying.
"Why'd you hit him?" says a deep voice to my right.
"I dont know! I thought he was a Zed!" the cute girl says.
"Yeah well he's your responsibility now, don't get too attached." a mature voice says.
"We can bring him along and besides he looks like he can fight." she says again
"Whatever, we'll scout the area, stay with him here." the mature voice says again.
I take a look around and see a basket ball court bleachers. I try to get up but i'm soon held down.
"Now where do you think you're going?"
I take a glance back at the girl
I open my mouth "H-H-Hi" i say
She looks puzzled and smiles
What's your name?
"A-A-Alex"
She smiles again.
"Well now, you speak English Alex?"
I look at her puzzled.
"O-O-of course, i stutter."
She looks embarrassed.
"Oh! i'm so sorry! uh um, yeah uh. haha."
She continues to laugh embarrassingly.
"It's okay it pp pops up from time to time."
She smiles again.
"I'm Daphne"
This time i smile back at her.
"I've always liked that name."
Then soon enough i dose off into my dark abyss.
Four.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck"
I say as my steps sound like thunder with every slam on the pavement.
I hear the moans, those evil moans.
Gotta keep moving, just gotta keep moving.
My left hand is aching from that punch and my chest is feeling heavy.
Even more weight is being put upon my chest and I'm slowing down.
I have to make a stand here. I have to prepare to fight them one by one in order for me to survive.
I look around and see this alley way big enough to fit me and one other person. On the other end is a fence so just in case things cock up i can make a run for it.
I look behind me and see they're going to reach me in no less than five minutes.
I fix my position on my knife and practice stabbing upwards. I let out a breath and start stretching my arm and legs.
"Go for the eyes, Go for the eyes"
i keep saying to myself, dont let them grab you and front kick them if they get too close for comfort.
I finally get a good look on the assailants and see that they all have similar wounds. They're color drained and their eyes pale. My first guest was a cute girl minus the wounds, i would've totally dated her. Her model body is shuffling towards me and black hair flowing in the breeze. She lunges forward and with a swift move i kick her to make some distance and with all my might, i yell out a RARGH and drive my Butterfly knife directly in her eye socket. I hear a crunch and scrunch my face. "FUCK MAN EW!" I yell as i abruptly bring the knife out of her eye. She crumples over and grey shit oozes out of her eye socket. I think of something clever to say you know like all those desperados do in westerns or the smart ass in those zombie flicks.
Nothing I didn't have time for that, my next guest wasn't to far. I look at her and said, "you've got to be fucking me."
I say as my steps sound like thunder with every slam on the pavement.
I hear the moans, those evil moans.
Gotta keep moving, just gotta keep moving.
My left hand is aching from that punch and my chest is feeling heavy.
Even more weight is being put upon my chest and I'm slowing down.
I have to make a stand here. I have to prepare to fight them one by one in order for me to survive.
I look around and see this alley way big enough to fit me and one other person. On the other end is a fence so just in case things cock up i can make a run for it.
I look behind me and see they're going to reach me in no less than five minutes.
I fix my position on my knife and practice stabbing upwards. I let out a breath and start stretching my arm and legs.
"Go for the eyes, Go for the eyes"
i keep saying to myself, dont let them grab you and front kick them if they get too close for comfort.
I finally get a good look on the assailants and see that they all have similar wounds. They're color drained and their eyes pale. My first guest was a cute girl minus the wounds, i would've totally dated her. Her model body is shuffling towards me and black hair flowing in the breeze. She lunges forward and with a swift move i kick her to make some distance and with all my might, i yell out a RARGH and drive my Butterfly knife directly in her eye socket. I hear a crunch and scrunch my face. "FUCK MAN EW!" I yell as i abruptly bring the knife out of her eye. She crumples over and grey shit oozes out of her eye socket. I think of something clever to say you know like all those desperados do in westerns or the smart ass in those zombie flicks.
Nothing I didn't have time for that, my next guest wasn't to far. I look at her and said, "you've got to be fucking me."
Three.
I continue walking briskly down the avenue and soon enough am staring at the front of the school. The big open entrance and pathway would be a nice scenic route and the open area can warn me of any potential attackers i suppose. As soon as I enter, another thought came into my head. Why am I experiencing this? This isn't a damn movie, why am i walking so far away from these potential "zombies?" In all the survival guides and books I've read there's always been one conclusion. Zombies aren't real unless they're voodoo zombies which are just coked up Jamaicans. I take another look at the street and see it torn up and littered with debris again.
"okay, i must be dreaming or this shit is serious." I say trying to re-assure myself.
I walk down the path way of the college into the main courtyard. There's nothing in sight just an eerie sight. Usually there's one or two people on the slow days but never completely empty.
I let out another sigh.
"Okay, lets try to lose our followers this time shall we?" i say to myself.
I run across the court yard and hop the guard rail onto a ramp. I run up the ramp and try to shimmy the door open. It's locked... I should've known. Hmm maybe i can try to smash the window open.
I take a step back and lunge forward.
A loud thud meets my shoulder and i get pushed back.
Duh. These doors are made to be shatter proof..
I run around the building and continue hopping the fence into the science building.
My breath catches up to me and i start sluggishly heading towards the street again.
'Ugh, i wasted my energy just from jumping..' I say to myself.
As i head out of the grassy area i feel arms grab my collar.
In that moment without instinct i give a good left hook and cock my right arm back to stab whatever the hell grabbed me.
"Oh shit" I say as i look past the ghoul i dropped.
"There's like.. twenty of them"
"okay, i must be dreaming or this shit is serious." I say trying to re-assure myself.
I walk down the path way of the college into the main courtyard. There's nothing in sight just an eerie sight. Usually there's one or two people on the slow days but never completely empty.
I let out another sigh.
"Okay, lets try to lose our followers this time shall we?" i say to myself.
I run across the court yard and hop the guard rail onto a ramp. I run up the ramp and try to shimmy the door open. It's locked... I should've known. Hmm maybe i can try to smash the window open.
I take a step back and lunge forward.
A loud thud meets my shoulder and i get pushed back.
Duh. These doors are made to be shatter proof..
I run around the building and continue hopping the fence into the science building.
My breath catches up to me and i start sluggishly heading towards the street again.
'Ugh, i wasted my energy just from jumping..' I say to myself.
As i head out of the grassy area i feel arms grab my collar.
In that moment without instinct i give a good left hook and cock my right arm back to stab whatever the hell grabbed me.
"Oh shit" I say as i look past the ghoul i dropped.
"There's like.. twenty of them"
Two.
I see a group of 4 shadow figures all seemingly dragging themselves as they walk towards me. They couldn't be more than twenty feet from me and something tells me that i really should get out of there.
I walk the other direction screaming for my sister, for my mother, for.. for damn near anyone. No answer and those shadow figures are still following me at a creepy slow walk. I've seen enough zombie movies and shit flicks to know those are the mother fuckers i do not want to deal with. I open my knife and tightly clasp it as i'm running up the hill of my avenue. Nothing in sight just more blood splotches, papers, clothing and random debris.
By this point i walked around 8 blocks and have not encountered one single human except those fucking weird shadow figures that are stumbling upon each other as they walk up the hill. 'Fuck' i say to myself. 'Those are either crackheads or fuckin zombies'. I look for which way i should head and see the college. Thats a nice landmark to head to but not into. So i turn left and head down the avenue.
Should i run? No. Why not? Well because fucking I'll waste my damn energy. The streets are clear and the only potential zombies I see are behind me, just stay away from corners and cramped areas. I pick up my pace and imagine my scenario of me going toe to toe with a zombie. I practiced flipping my knife and fighting with it and now i finally get my prayers answered, i can use it. Go for the head and all that shit, stab them through the eye socket since my blade wont penetrate their skull. I'm prepared, Probably more prepared than any of those other assholes you always see.
As I continue to argue with myself i look back and raise my eyebrows. 'Oh fuck. there's like twenty of them'
[Pause]
"yeah fuck that I'm gonna keep going a little faster."
Just then i heard it. That moan.
Not a sexual moan, the one you hear when you hurt your foot.
It was a long drawn out moan that signaled something in my brain that finalized my thoughts.
Yeah these are fucking zombies.
I continue power walking down the abandoned streets looking for a better weapon than my knife. "Maybe a baseball bat or blunt object i can use" i say to myself. Nothing just thrown papers and debris and clothing everywhere. I wonder why papers out of everything in the damn house, papers get thrown everywhere. Whatever
I keep pushing on
I start letting out tears as i imagine my entire life just got fucked in the ass by zombies. The idea that my entire world, everything i knew and loved could potentially be decimated in a day. Death was always weird for me, then again we try to rationalize how it's the way of life or how normal it is. I think back to my close friend who passed away and imagine how weird it was being at the funeral. The thing that always gets me is the idea that, everything that they did up to the point of their death was only done by them and now they can't ever do that again. With that i just could not accept.. The idea that someone just ends, and they can't produce any future legacy ever again.
I let out another tear
"Okay i have to stop this crying shit" i say to myself.
Lets take a look at my fanboys.
I turn around again and see them growing bigger but getting slower.
I let out another sigh and wipe my eyes.
"Lets keep going."
I walk the other direction screaming for my sister, for my mother, for.. for damn near anyone. No answer and those shadow figures are still following me at a creepy slow walk. I've seen enough zombie movies and shit flicks to know those are the mother fuckers i do not want to deal with. I open my knife and tightly clasp it as i'm running up the hill of my avenue. Nothing in sight just more blood splotches, papers, clothing and random debris.
By this point i walked around 8 blocks and have not encountered one single human except those fucking weird shadow figures that are stumbling upon each other as they walk up the hill. 'Fuck' i say to myself. 'Those are either crackheads or fuckin zombies'. I look for which way i should head and see the college. Thats a nice landmark to head to but not into. So i turn left and head down the avenue.
Should i run? No. Why not? Well because fucking I'll waste my damn energy. The streets are clear and the only potential zombies I see are behind me, just stay away from corners and cramped areas. I pick up my pace and imagine my scenario of me going toe to toe with a zombie. I practiced flipping my knife and fighting with it and now i finally get my prayers answered, i can use it. Go for the head and all that shit, stab them through the eye socket since my blade wont penetrate their skull. I'm prepared, Probably more prepared than any of those other assholes you always see.
As I continue to argue with myself i look back and raise my eyebrows. 'Oh fuck. there's like twenty of them'
[Pause]
"yeah fuck that I'm gonna keep going a little faster."
Just then i heard it. That moan.
Not a sexual moan, the one you hear when you hurt your foot.
It was a long drawn out moan that signaled something in my brain that finalized my thoughts.
Yeah these are fucking zombies.
I continue power walking down the abandoned streets looking for a better weapon than my knife. "Maybe a baseball bat or blunt object i can use" i say to myself. Nothing just thrown papers and debris and clothing everywhere. I wonder why papers out of everything in the damn house, papers get thrown everywhere. Whatever
I keep pushing on
I start letting out tears as i imagine my entire life just got fucked in the ass by zombies. The idea that my entire world, everything i knew and loved could potentially be decimated in a day. Death was always weird for me, then again we try to rationalize how it's the way of life or how normal it is. I think back to my close friend who passed away and imagine how weird it was being at the funeral. The thing that always gets me is the idea that, everything that they did up to the point of their death was only done by them and now they can't ever do that again. With that i just could not accept.. The idea that someone just ends, and they can't produce any future legacy ever again.
I let out another tear
"Okay i have to stop this crying shit" i say to myself.
Lets take a look at my fanboys.
I turn around again and see them growing bigger but getting slower.
I let out another sigh and wipe my eyes.
"Lets keep going."
One.
I wake up from a daze, where am I?
Something must've happened, i open the curtains and the air is filled with smoke and decay. I can vaguely see burning buildings in the distance. I look to my left and see someone tried to break my door open. 'Wow' I think to myself, i slept through a possible home invasion.
I continue down my dark hallway of my two bedroom apartment trying all the lights but to no avail.
I call for my sister, no answer.
I check her room and see she left already but usually she leaves a note or something.
I look around her room and see that her clipper card and wallet and everything else is still here.
'Something's wrong' i say to myself. I head back into my room to grab my phone and knife and to get dressed as quickly as possible. I try to reach my sister, no signal. No power and i have this sudden urge to get out of there as quickly as possible. I grab my back pack and put a bag of cookies and my watchman novel. I head to the garage and try the garage door. Won't budge. I face-palm and head towards the back. I open and lock the door behind me and hop the fence to the street.
It's eerily quiet at twelve in the afternoon as i walk down this san francisco avenue. I walk three feet and see that the streets are littered with paper, belongings, trash, and various blunt objects. I look up further past the street and see smoke rising up from the buildings in the distance. I see pools of blood that are scattered around the side walk and street. I see broken doors into the many suburban houses that surround me.
"What the hell?" i say when i first catch glimpse of the scene.
I try my phone, no signal. I check the windows of the houses, nothing.
Shit this better not be no fucking zombie invasion i say to my non-existant companion.
I continue down the street trying to recollect what the hell happened the night before. I crashed around midnight and woke up to the streets torn up and houses smashed into. Anything else?
[I pause]
Fuck.
I let out a sigh.
As I'm walking down the street i ask myself why the hell am I wasting time trying to figure out what happened when i can easily take whatever is in those houses. Consoles, computers, TV's etc. I take a moment after walking up the hill to realize it's probably a stupid idea. Why it was i still didn't know maybe because cops might be around or even worse my sister.
I continue walking down the street when suddenly i knew this wasn't anything I thought it would be.
Something must've happened, i open the curtains and the air is filled with smoke and decay. I can vaguely see burning buildings in the distance. I look to my left and see someone tried to break my door open. 'Wow' I think to myself, i slept through a possible home invasion.
I continue down my dark hallway of my two bedroom apartment trying all the lights but to no avail.
I call for my sister, no answer.
I check her room and see she left already but usually she leaves a note or something.
I look around her room and see that her clipper card and wallet and everything else is still here.
'Something's wrong' i say to myself. I head back into my room to grab my phone and knife and to get dressed as quickly as possible. I try to reach my sister, no signal. No power and i have this sudden urge to get out of there as quickly as possible. I grab my back pack and put a bag of cookies and my watchman novel. I head to the garage and try the garage door. Won't budge. I face-palm and head towards the back. I open and lock the door behind me and hop the fence to the street.
It's eerily quiet at twelve in the afternoon as i walk down this san francisco avenue. I walk three feet and see that the streets are littered with paper, belongings, trash, and various blunt objects. I look up further past the street and see smoke rising up from the buildings in the distance. I see pools of blood that are scattered around the side walk and street. I see broken doors into the many suburban houses that surround me.
"What the hell?" i say when i first catch glimpse of the scene.
I try my phone, no signal. I check the windows of the houses, nothing.
Shit this better not be no fucking zombie invasion i say to my non-existant companion.
I continue down the street trying to recollect what the hell happened the night before. I crashed around midnight and woke up to the streets torn up and houses smashed into. Anything else?
[I pause]
Fuck.
I let out a sigh.
As I'm walking down the street i ask myself why the hell am I wasting time trying to figure out what happened when i can easily take whatever is in those houses. Consoles, computers, TV's etc. I take a moment after walking up the hill to realize it's probably a stupid idea. Why it was i still didn't know maybe because cops might be around or even worse my sister.
I continue walking down the street when suddenly i knew this wasn't anything I thought it would be.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Graffiti Artist.
Let me tell you a little story way back in sophomore year of high school. It all started with my fascination of graffiti especially wildstyles and burners on walls and such. I was sitting in english class and while we had downtime i spoke to my friend alex. We start talking about graffiti and he tells me this website thats sort of an online graffiti "game." I use it with him and needless to say i'm completely terrible. So what do i do? I grab my extra green notebook and right off the bat i put the date (March 18, 2008) and a short little note that basically state i will use the notebook as daily use and track my progress. I kept writing random words like MOOD and DREAM and LOVE in bubble letters.. but let me tell you, i wasn't known for drawing. Frankly drawing was my serious weak point as a matter of fact. So these bubble letters turned out terrible. BUT i kept at it, soon enough i had a name for myself. DEISL. I have many origins of that name so i'll leave it up to the imagination to decide.
I then started tagging everywhere, school, notebooks, class papers, etc. It became a really bad habit for me. I would watch a shit ton of movies on graffiti, try hard to actually make something look decent, and work at it. Then i came to a sudden halt. My work became looking like the same shit and i felt like i couldn't improve. So for the next two years after my sophomore year, i barely practiced and just did the typical DEI bubble over and over again.
Until...
My second semester of freshman year in college i had this sudden urge to start writing graffiti and maybe, just maybe improve to the point where i can do burners and wildstyles. It all started out with sketches of different throwups i could do and i did my best to avoid the entire bubble style lettering. Much to my surprise i came up with things half decent and i was thrilled.
Then came the next step, i wanted to make a wildstyle piece. I wasn't going to settle for less. So i'm sitting on my computer searching stupid shit like "how to do widstyle" and the same response was met. "Wildstyle is your own style you can't teach style, you sort of just.. get it. It's like after years of doing it then you'll start to understand how it works." I was like... hmm i should THINK about this instead of just jump at it. Soon enough i do the first D then all of a sudden something just.. Clicked. Connect it to the E by erasing this line and making a point there. Soon enough i had the three letters i wanted connected. I was utterly ecstatic. I was overjoyed to say the least and my girlfriend can testify to that XD.
Anyway i digress, I wanted more and i still want more, I try to make my letters more interesting, fleshed out and legible while being dope as fuck. I'm not completely there yet but i'm making a break through each and every single day.
Graffiti has stayed with me this long for a reason. I've given up a lot of my old hobbies that i used to enjoy but this one... for some odd reason is still here. Maybe it's a sign, or maybe i'm just being in touch with my rebellious side again. Either way i still fucking love graffiti. The smell of markers, spray paint alike always calms my nerves no matter what.
1st "Piece"
It's supposed to say CFCY
this was around summer of 2008
One of the many "trains" i trained on (no pun intended) on vandalsquad.
summer 2008
Random ass shit that i thought was "good" >_>
Summer 2008
Improved Throw-Up
Summer of 2009
2 Pieces i can improve upon but am utterly happy about.
April 7th 2011
I love Graffiti.
I then started tagging everywhere, school, notebooks, class papers, etc. It became a really bad habit for me. I would watch a shit ton of movies on graffiti, try hard to actually make something look decent, and work at it. Then i came to a sudden halt. My work became looking like the same shit and i felt like i couldn't improve. So for the next two years after my sophomore year, i barely practiced and just did the typical DEI bubble over and over again.
Until...
My second semester of freshman year in college i had this sudden urge to start writing graffiti and maybe, just maybe improve to the point where i can do burners and wildstyles. It all started out with sketches of different throwups i could do and i did my best to avoid the entire bubble style lettering. Much to my surprise i came up with things half decent and i was thrilled.
Then came the next step, i wanted to make a wildstyle piece. I wasn't going to settle for less. So i'm sitting on my computer searching stupid shit like "how to do widstyle" and the same response was met. "Wildstyle is your own style you can't teach style, you sort of just.. get it. It's like after years of doing it then you'll start to understand how it works." I was like... hmm i should THINK about this instead of just jump at it. Soon enough i do the first D then all of a sudden something just.. Clicked. Connect it to the E by erasing this line and making a point there. Soon enough i had the three letters i wanted connected. I was utterly ecstatic. I was overjoyed to say the least and my girlfriend can testify to that XD.
Anyway i digress, I wanted more and i still want more, I try to make my letters more interesting, fleshed out and legible while being dope as fuck. I'm not completely there yet but i'm making a break through each and every single day.
Graffiti has stayed with me this long for a reason. I've given up a lot of my old hobbies that i used to enjoy but this one... for some odd reason is still here. Maybe it's a sign, or maybe i'm just being in touch with my rebellious side again. Either way i still fucking love graffiti. The smell of markers, spray paint alike always calms my nerves no matter what.
1st "Piece"
It's supposed to say CFCY
this was around summer of 2008
One of the many "trains" i trained on (no pun intended) on vandalsquad.
summer 2008
Random ass shit that i thought was "good" >_>
Summer 2008
Improved Throw-Up
Summer of 2009
2 Pieces i can improve upon but am utterly happy about.
April 7th 2011
I love Graffiti.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Let me to tell you a quick story about mike hunt
One day when i first moved into my second house in So Cal. My brother and sister told me about michael hunt and they told me to keep saying it. I being the younger naive little boy kept saying "Mike Hunt" my name is "Mike Hunt" or "Mike Hunt is hurting." They spent hours and hours of laughing at me and tell me oh dont worry when you're older you'll understand. Now i say this, when i have kids, i want their siblings to do the exact thing.. but with mike litores XD
Sunday, February 6, 2011
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