At this point, I'm really not sure.
Although, at this point, with MY mental/physical stability, they would probably mistake me for one of them.
DANG I'm tired.
Anywhoo...
ZOMBIES.
I really feel like this is worrisome. I mean,
I'm not kick-awesome enough to fight millions of those things.
And then there is the problem of...
I refuse to eat brains!
(once I turn into one of them of course.)
I'll have to be... like a vegetarian zombie.
Eat... weeds or something.
That would so be me. Trailing behind the rest of the zombie horde, picking dandelions and stuffing them daintily (NOT) into my mouth.
Seriously, though, I can think of like, a whole story about this.
---It's a dark, stormy night. The rain beats gown on the roof so hard, it sounds like gunfire. Ali and her man (lets call him Alfonze) hide in a corner, machine guns searching for a target, as moans and howls drift through the abandoned warehouse. Pounding begins on the barricaded doors. The doors that happen to be the only way in or out of the room. Suddenly, all is quiet. The only thing to be heard is the rain, the wind wandering the hallways, and the breathing of the two doomed, trapped in their small prison. Then, with inhuman screams, decaying arms begin to burst through the wooden door. The wood begins to splinter, and Alfonze reaches for Ali's hand, hefting his gun in the other. As the zombies burst through the door, Ali and Alfonze begin shooting.
Blood Spatters.
But there are just too many! With an angry roar, a zombie knocks the gun out of Ali's hand and bites down on her arm. She screams in pain and kicks it away. Her eyes widen and dilate.She falls to the floor twitching. "NOOOOOOOO!" Alfonze yells, and drags her unresponsive self out into the now empty hall. The rest of the zombies stumble after them. Alfonze limps into another smaller room, and slams the door. Ali is no longer breathing. "NO" Alfonze sobs. Ali's body begins to twitch and her eyes wander behind closed eyes. Alfonze grabs her gun and points it at her forehead, but winces and throws it away. He then screams and grabs her gun and kicks through the door, shooting wildly.
Seconds later, Ali's eyes snap open, completely white.
"DANDELIONS!!!"----
The End.
Yes, that was all real.
Alfonze became a zombie hours later.
Would you have shot me???
(I'm an idiot)
1 comment:
For starters, the answer is yes. Yes I would have killed you. It's the first rule of apocalypse survival. But really, we've been over this. All you need is a really good helmet, some nose plugs (for the amoebas) and a shotgun.
Two - Are those Justice League wannabes depicted as zombies? Maybe they shouldn't have been X-Men (and from the looks of it, the rock guy from the Fantastic Four) and stuck with the guy who could have handily defeated the zombies. Superman. Two words - laser eyes. And who would want to eat the poor jerk that got stuck with arguably one of the worst costumes EVER? Trust me, Superman is you island of refuge on the stormy sea of brain eating zombies.
C- Rule two of apocalypse survival: Always make sure you have someone either older and more frail than you, someone considerably younger and tastier looking than you, or a paraplegic with broken arms at your side during a zombie event. When you are finished with the sport of zombie killin' or you run out of ammo, all you have to do is be the quickest to leave. Easy as pie-cakes.
Stick with me kiddo and we'll make it out alive...unless you get bitten. I'd have to kill you then.
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