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Friday, April 27, 2012

THERE WILL BE MORE ZOMBIE! :D

Um hi everybody! I am, just to let you know, going to continue the zombie story. It's going to be a long one. Maybe for now on I'll just keep continuing the Zombie story for all my blogging challenges, and when we are assigned stuff. This is just the beginning. Maybe I'll even turn it into a book :) Hmmmm... I'll think about it.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Zombie (Part 2)

Our society has struggled to survive the past months. 23 kids and 9 adults suffered and died. I feel terribly ill, and even more terrible for letting precious assets of this large family die.
   Making my way to one of the last standing houses we had, I gathered some kids. Kissing each of them on the forehead and wishing them luck with life. They giggled and laughed, and played around me. Then I let them be. When I arrived at the steps of the home, I knocked on the dark water-damaged door. A old, and limp man with a long, snow white beard appeared at the door way.
"Who are you?"  he forced out with short breath. I could tell he was dieing of thirst and hunger. His legs were thin, and his knees were knocking. It was obvious his wispy beard tickled his face delicately by the way he twitched his lip.
"I'm Laura, I'm a new comer of 3 months. I've been observing this establishment."
"And why are you here?" he questioned. His eyebrows reverted to a frown.
"I'm in  need of weapons, and I heard you have them." I tried hard not to sound demanding.
"No I-" I stopped him mid-sentence.
"Look, don't lie to me old man. If you want your life, and your health restored I suggest you give me weapons. For I am not afraid to take them forcefully." I felt the tension rise, and felt sorry for what I had said. But the man hesitated no longer, and invited me in.
"So whats here" I said.
"I have many weapons for you. Oozis, Aks, knifes, daggers, swords, grenades. I have it all. But 'all' comes with a price that I hope you're willing to pay young lady."
"If I can afford it, I will by everything." I grinned. It surprised me how a man of his age, around his late 70's, knew well our modern weapons.
"Good, we should have no problem with business. I do see however, that you look weak. You are a mess. Threatening a old man for his only defense." He murmured, trying to sound as infuriated as possible.
Pulling my knife from my back pocket, I slammed the old man against the thin wall, and held the sharp knife to his throat.
"You listen here. I've lost my family, almost my life, traveled night and day. I fought countless COUNTLESS waves of zombies along the way. Just to save thoughtless, stubborn old men like you. You will no longer disrespect me. This isn't MW. You cant start over when I slice your throat." I didn't expect him to know what MW was. His eyes widened.
"I AM SORRY! For I have w-watched my family p-p-perish. I sleep alone, and dream of d-death. I have sat b-back and seen our young men and woman fall at the hands of these demons. I am s-sorry for my w-words!" He stuttered.
"No, I am sorry." I said in a low voice. Slowly, I cut a thin line on his neck. Just enough for him to bleed. I grabbed two Aks, a new Desert Eagle, three daggers and a bow with arrows, and some crates of ammunition, threw 5 dollars on the crooked table and left.
   I dragged the weapons to my car, and said goodbye to the place I called home for such a short time. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know who I would meet along the way. And I didn't know if I would return. Crying was the only solution. I nearly killed an old man who knew no better but to curse at his enemies and those who harmed him.
   I've been driving for about two or three days, and made it approximately a couple hundred miles away from the camp. I came along an old and rickety store. It was decent. Better than the zombie infested places I've been. There was a fowl smell coming from behind the store. Shoving some ammo in my cargos, I snatched up an Ak and dagger. I prayed.
"Lord, I don't ask you for much, but please PLEASE don't let this be another wave of flesh junkies."
And with that, I jumped out the Hummer and crept to the building. When I made it to the side of the store, I peeped around the corner only to see a little girl, about 5, eating a dead dog. My muscles became less tense and I walked around the corner.
"Little girl that's not.." She caught me off guard and screeched. The little brat came for me, so I grabbed the Ak and as soon as she opened her mouth, begging for a bite for my flesh, I shot her in the throat.
I let a slow deep stream of cold air fill my lungs then exhaled. I used what energy I had left to drag myself back around to the entrance of the store and wiped a tear off my cheek. I killed a little girl. It wasn't her fault she was turned.  Inside the store there were rows of food. I'm guessing it was an old Quick Stop or convenient store. I was smiling ear to ear when I went back to the car to grab a duffel bag. I found it when I was scavenging through other cars. I threw the bag over my shoulder and entered the building. There was huge amounts of goodies, all to myself and they're free! As I was stuffing the bag, I was stuffing my face making sure to get every crumb in my system. And that's when I saw him.
"HEY!' he shouted. "Those are mine. Who are ya'? What-a-ya doin' here?"
"I'm Laura. I-I came here for supplies." I walked towards him in slow and small steps, lifting my hand in a sign of peace.
"Are you a, uh, one of them?" I hope he was referring to a Isolator and not a flesh junky. Isolators are the scientists who search for infected people and pull them away from their friends and family.
"An Isolator or zombie?"
"Are you either?"
"No sir. I'm normal. I'm not affected I just needed supplies." I said calmly. I tried to show the most respect. He's a big guy with a big build.
"Good." He sighed. I'm Thane. Who sent you?"
"No one. I guess I'm sort-of a loner." I looked at the ground hoping he would get the hint that I wanted to join him.
"Not anymore." He said with a grin. "You got a partner. A flesh junky partner."

( This is Part 2 of Zombie (Part 1)
P.s. This story will be continued!





Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hunger Games Movie Review

I thought the Hunger Games Movie was really great. I watched it 2 times at a movie theater and I still jumped when The Muttations jumped out of the bushes. The characters were just as expalined in the book, and all the acters did a good job. And the tributes costumes were AMAZING! Thumbs up :)

When I Space Out -Poem

When I space out
Oceans are pink, and cupcakes fall from the sky
Angels are on Earth
and sparkles carelessly fly

When I space out
I don't even notice my ear to ear smile
Every thing floats away
Just like the blue Nile

When I space out
Birds sing and chirp in my ears
Music plays
and in my eyes, no one sheds tears

When I space out
I hear the buzz of a tattoo gun
Old drawings, new drawing
My new ideas have begun!

When I space out
Imagination takes place
I fly past the stars
Because when day dream

I'm in outer space.