Post by Spirk on Dec 3, 2004 20:18:08 GMT -5
Original Fic
Blood/Gore/Zombies eating people, the usual
This is copyright 2004 SS Inc. (That's what I'm gonna call my company some day)
Notes: Originaly based on a pic that LL sent to me cause I told her send me some random pics for me to write about.
The Path
By
R.M.Carroll
I remember the last time my world was a normal sane place. It’s a place that I go often now, a place of safety and tranquility where my last strand of sanity survives. I’ve decided to write about it now, to offer it up to the next person who may find this notebook. Maybe it will help them as it’s helped me; maybe someone else will picture my autumn path and will find solace in it as I have.
They’re coming now; I can hear them, their slow shuffling walk, and their incessant moans. The living dead, the reborn, zombies, call them what you will, all I know is that they’ve taken over, overrun the planet. I don’t know how, no one knows for sure. Oh sure I’ve heard plenty of stories, theories and ideas of how and why the recently dead have risen to attack the living. Some say it was a virus, others alien radiation, and of course there’s the religious nuts who called it judgment day. I call it hell on earth.
When it first began I was as clueless as the next person, I was living my own little life, going to my job at Walls Paint, coming home to Suzie every night. A little, dinner, some TV and sometimes a little roll in the hay became the norm. Then overnight everything changed and we were on the run, riots and looting were going on, people returned to the basest of manners. I personally witnessed two guys running down the street, one with a TV the other with a stereo. Neither were moving very fast so when the mob of zombies, at the time we didn’t know they were zombies but we were soon to find out in a horrific way. When they came flowing out of a side street they literally fell on these two guys. They never had so much as a chance to scream as they lost their loot, the crush of bodies must have cut off their air supply but the bigger man, the one who had the television, I could see his face, the terror in his eyes as he was slowly and very painfully pulled apart.
“Oh my God.” Suzie had moaned as the mob began to eat their victims, I had never seen blood so thick, so brightly colored as it literally fell to the pavement in a splash. I took Suzie by the hand and we ran, we ran like the wind. The scene repeated itself over and over as we ran through the city streets. We got lucky as we reached the park and found two bikes lying on their sides at the entrance. We didn’t question our luck we just jumped on the bikes and pedaled as fast as we could.
Maybe we got lucky, or maybe God was watching over us, but we made it out of the city in one piece. We didn’t have any supplies, no food, no water, but we had each other and for the time being that was enough for me.
Now let me explain something before we go any further. Once you get out of Portland, Maine becomes a beautiful combination of fields and forests. It was late afternoon by the time we were well and clear of the city, not another soul was in site, dead or alive. We were riding at a slower pace; our eyes wide open as we watched for any sign of movement but we saw nothing. I was still in shock and I know Suzie was as well. None of it seemed real, the attacks, the deaths, the blood in the streets, yet it was happening and I didn’t know why.
It was approaching dark when I saw it, the most beautiful place on earth in my opinion. It was autumn so the leaves were just starting to turn and this path was covered on both sides, trees lined up uniform down both sides. The branches had spread over the top of the path and blocked it off with a perfect canopy. Suzie thought it was a bit claustrophobic but I found it to be refreshing, it was a little piece of heaven on what had become hell on earth. We didn’t go into it right away, I refused to. I just sat there and looked down this woodland path, I felt mesmerized by the view, the magic of it all just overwhelmed me.
It was Suzie’s insistence that finally got me moving again. We road slowly down this beautiful canopied path and I was lost in the moment. Suzie took the lead and I had no problem with that, I wanted to stay on the path as long as I could, wanted to hear the rustling of the leaves over my head, smell the woodland smell that seemed to float through the air.
I was so mesmerized that I didn’t realize that there was a problem until Suzie screamed. She had reached the end of the path and had rode out the other side and they had been waiting for her. Two of them, one male and one female had plucked her right off of the bike and took her down to the ground. I was too far away to do anything but watch as she screamed and tried to fight them off but they were too powerful for her. The female zombie bit her on the inside of her leg as she lay across them; I watched the meat and muscle of Suzie’s leg as the zombie pulled it’s head away from her. The blood shot up into the air a good three feet and landed across both of the zombies but neither of them seemed to mind.
Suzie managed to get her hand on the face of the male zombie as she tried to push it away but her fingers ended up slipping into the zombie’s mouth and she screamed again as the zombie bit them off and I’m guessing swallowed them because I didn’t see them come back out of the man’s mouth. It was reflex that caused her to jerk the hand away from the zombie as blood flew from the ruined stumps. With the resistance gone the zombie fell forward and bit down on her throat. Her screams choked off suddenly as the dead thing ripped out her throat and silenced her screams forever.
I had to move. I was sitting only ten feet from all of this, frozen solid with fear but I didn’t see anyone else, didn’t hear any more moaning so I started to peddle, fast and hard I peddled as I rode by Suzie, the zombies didn’t so much as look up from their meal as I rode by and a part of me died with Suzie there on the side of the road, but a part of me was happy I was still alive, that the path had saved me, my admiration for that wooded path actually kept me alive, whereas Suzie had spurned it and paid the price with her life.
So now, here I sit, hungry, thirsty and tired. The farmhouse I’m in won’t keep them out for long; they know I’m here, I can hear them banging on the doors, I can hear that awful moaning sound. There is no hope, it’s their world now, a world of the dead and I know that soon I will join them. Yet a part of me, a part that says there is always hope, knows good and well that I still have the path, the woods and the canopy to keep me safe. I’m going to put down the pen and the paper now, I just heard the front door break open, I can hear them shuffling into the house now, the moaning sounds coming from their lips let me know they are coming close. I’m going to think of my wooden path, I’m going to think good thoughts and hope it doesn’t hurt too badly when they begin to eat me. I’m sorry Suzie, I love you.
Blood/Gore/Zombies eating people, the usual
This is copyright 2004 SS Inc. (That's what I'm gonna call my company some day)
Notes: Originaly based on a pic that LL sent to me cause I told her send me some random pics for me to write about.
The Path
By
R.M.Carroll
I remember the last time my world was a normal sane place. It’s a place that I go often now, a place of safety and tranquility where my last strand of sanity survives. I’ve decided to write about it now, to offer it up to the next person who may find this notebook. Maybe it will help them as it’s helped me; maybe someone else will picture my autumn path and will find solace in it as I have.
They’re coming now; I can hear them, their slow shuffling walk, and their incessant moans. The living dead, the reborn, zombies, call them what you will, all I know is that they’ve taken over, overrun the planet. I don’t know how, no one knows for sure. Oh sure I’ve heard plenty of stories, theories and ideas of how and why the recently dead have risen to attack the living. Some say it was a virus, others alien radiation, and of course there’s the religious nuts who called it judgment day. I call it hell on earth.
When it first began I was as clueless as the next person, I was living my own little life, going to my job at Walls Paint, coming home to Suzie every night. A little, dinner, some TV and sometimes a little roll in the hay became the norm. Then overnight everything changed and we were on the run, riots and looting were going on, people returned to the basest of manners. I personally witnessed two guys running down the street, one with a TV the other with a stereo. Neither were moving very fast so when the mob of zombies, at the time we didn’t know they were zombies but we were soon to find out in a horrific way. When they came flowing out of a side street they literally fell on these two guys. They never had so much as a chance to scream as they lost their loot, the crush of bodies must have cut off their air supply but the bigger man, the one who had the television, I could see his face, the terror in his eyes as he was slowly and very painfully pulled apart.
“Oh my God.” Suzie had moaned as the mob began to eat their victims, I had never seen blood so thick, so brightly colored as it literally fell to the pavement in a splash. I took Suzie by the hand and we ran, we ran like the wind. The scene repeated itself over and over as we ran through the city streets. We got lucky as we reached the park and found two bikes lying on their sides at the entrance. We didn’t question our luck we just jumped on the bikes and pedaled as fast as we could.
Maybe we got lucky, or maybe God was watching over us, but we made it out of the city in one piece. We didn’t have any supplies, no food, no water, but we had each other and for the time being that was enough for me.
Now let me explain something before we go any further. Once you get out of Portland, Maine becomes a beautiful combination of fields and forests. It was late afternoon by the time we were well and clear of the city, not another soul was in site, dead or alive. We were riding at a slower pace; our eyes wide open as we watched for any sign of movement but we saw nothing. I was still in shock and I know Suzie was as well. None of it seemed real, the attacks, the deaths, the blood in the streets, yet it was happening and I didn’t know why.
It was approaching dark when I saw it, the most beautiful place on earth in my opinion. It was autumn so the leaves were just starting to turn and this path was covered on both sides, trees lined up uniform down both sides. The branches had spread over the top of the path and blocked it off with a perfect canopy. Suzie thought it was a bit claustrophobic but I found it to be refreshing, it was a little piece of heaven on what had become hell on earth. We didn’t go into it right away, I refused to. I just sat there and looked down this woodland path, I felt mesmerized by the view, the magic of it all just overwhelmed me.
It was Suzie’s insistence that finally got me moving again. We road slowly down this beautiful canopied path and I was lost in the moment. Suzie took the lead and I had no problem with that, I wanted to stay on the path as long as I could, wanted to hear the rustling of the leaves over my head, smell the woodland smell that seemed to float through the air.
I was so mesmerized that I didn’t realize that there was a problem until Suzie screamed. She had reached the end of the path and had rode out the other side and they had been waiting for her. Two of them, one male and one female had plucked her right off of the bike and took her down to the ground. I was too far away to do anything but watch as she screamed and tried to fight them off but they were too powerful for her. The female zombie bit her on the inside of her leg as she lay across them; I watched the meat and muscle of Suzie’s leg as the zombie pulled it’s head away from her. The blood shot up into the air a good three feet and landed across both of the zombies but neither of them seemed to mind.
Suzie managed to get her hand on the face of the male zombie as she tried to push it away but her fingers ended up slipping into the zombie’s mouth and she screamed again as the zombie bit them off and I’m guessing swallowed them because I didn’t see them come back out of the man’s mouth. It was reflex that caused her to jerk the hand away from the zombie as blood flew from the ruined stumps. With the resistance gone the zombie fell forward and bit down on her throat. Her screams choked off suddenly as the dead thing ripped out her throat and silenced her screams forever.
I had to move. I was sitting only ten feet from all of this, frozen solid with fear but I didn’t see anyone else, didn’t hear any more moaning so I started to peddle, fast and hard I peddled as I rode by Suzie, the zombies didn’t so much as look up from their meal as I rode by and a part of me died with Suzie there on the side of the road, but a part of me was happy I was still alive, that the path had saved me, my admiration for that wooded path actually kept me alive, whereas Suzie had spurned it and paid the price with her life.
So now, here I sit, hungry, thirsty and tired. The farmhouse I’m in won’t keep them out for long; they know I’m here, I can hear them banging on the doors, I can hear that awful moaning sound. There is no hope, it’s their world now, a world of the dead and I know that soon I will join them. Yet a part of me, a part that says there is always hope, knows good and well that I still have the path, the woods and the canopy to keep me safe. I’m going to put down the pen and the paper now, I just heard the front door break open, I can hear them shuffling into the house now, the moaning sounds coming from their lips let me know they are coming close. I’m going to think of my wooden path, I’m going to think good thoughts and hope it doesn’t hurt too badly when they begin to eat me. I’m sorry Suzie, I love you.