Zombies - Updated 17/12/13
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:23 am
Greetings comrades! as i've said, I had a go at writing a zombie fic, and here are the results!
this is the first time I've written in a while so please forgive me for my... not perfect writing.
I finish taking my morning pills and am about to head out to school when I hear a horrible scream outside the window.
Probably just some first years playing or something.
A second blood curdling scream of horror and pain causes me to look out the window, to see the most horrifying thing I've witnessed in my life; a couple of students are being devoured by what looks like a decomposing human body.
It can't be.
I can see some more of those… things scattered around the grounds, walking aimlessly, or in one case gnawing at what looks like one of the night guards.
Oh god.
I quickly lock the door, and try to call 110.
The line is dead.
I sit in my room for a while, running through my options in my head.
The best thing I can do now is to wait here for someone from the faculty to give us instructions.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and I nearly get a heart attack from the shock.
"Hisao, are you there? Did they get you?"
It’s Kenji.
I open the door, and as I'm about to answer him, Kenji puts a hand over my mouth and whispers, "Be quiet! They can hear us. Come with me."
I follow Kenji into the hall. He pulls out his key and unlocks his door.
As we enter his room, I can see that his room is slightly bigger than mine and definitely more "decorated." The walls are covered with photographs, blueprints and graphs. There are books and sheets of paper strewn all over the floor, and there's a strong smell of dirty laundry hanging in the air.
"Are you okay? Did they get you?" Kenji asks in a frantic manner, standing very close to my face.
"I'm okay, what happened? I heard screams, who are ‘they,’ and can you please not breathe on my face?"
Kenji sighs in relief. "I'm glad to see you’re okay, man. They are everywhere, those bastards. In fact, there are a couple of them right outside the dorms."
"Yeah I've seen them," I answer, "but you still haven't told me who ‘they’ are."
Kenji walks to his desk and points to a book called ‘One hundred and one things you didn't know about zombies.’
"Zombies," he says. "Reanimated dead bodies that feast on human flesh. Not unlike women - except for the reanimated part."
It takes me a couple of seconds to realize he is serious.
"Zombies? But that’s impossible!"
"Have I ever told you anything short of solid facts, Hisao?" he asks with a sincere face.
I choose to not answer his question. "Well, if those… things really are zombies, what are we supposed to do? We are done for!"
"Not just yet," Kenji says with a devious grin.
Kenji walks over to his desk and opens one of his drawers. Under a false floor there's what looks like a pistol, a knife and a small axe.
"How did you get a hold of that? Isn't that illegal?" I ask.
"Doesn't matter," he dismisses my question. "Take this axe, and follow me. We have some dead motherfuckers to send back to the afterlife."
this is the first time I've written in a while so please forgive me for my... not perfect writing.
I finish taking my morning pills and am about to head out to school when I hear a horrible scream outside the window.
Probably just some first years playing or something.
A second blood curdling scream of horror and pain causes me to look out the window, to see the most horrifying thing I've witnessed in my life; a couple of students are being devoured by what looks like a decomposing human body.
It can't be.
I can see some more of those… things scattered around the grounds, walking aimlessly, or in one case gnawing at what looks like one of the night guards.
Oh god.
I quickly lock the door, and try to call 110.
The line is dead.
I sit in my room for a while, running through my options in my head.
The best thing I can do now is to wait here for someone from the faculty to give us instructions.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and I nearly get a heart attack from the shock.
"Hisao, are you there? Did they get you?"
It’s Kenji.
I open the door, and as I'm about to answer him, Kenji puts a hand over my mouth and whispers, "Be quiet! They can hear us. Come with me."
I follow Kenji into the hall. He pulls out his key and unlocks his door.
As we enter his room, I can see that his room is slightly bigger than mine and definitely more "decorated." The walls are covered with photographs, blueprints and graphs. There are books and sheets of paper strewn all over the floor, and there's a strong smell of dirty laundry hanging in the air.
"Are you okay? Did they get you?" Kenji asks in a frantic manner, standing very close to my face.
"I'm okay, what happened? I heard screams, who are ‘they,’ and can you please not breathe on my face?"
Kenji sighs in relief. "I'm glad to see you’re okay, man. They are everywhere, those bastards. In fact, there are a couple of them right outside the dorms."
"Yeah I've seen them," I answer, "but you still haven't told me who ‘they’ are."
Kenji walks to his desk and points to a book called ‘One hundred and one things you didn't know about zombies.’
"Zombies," he says. "Reanimated dead bodies that feast on human flesh. Not unlike women - except for the reanimated part."
It takes me a couple of seconds to realize he is serious.
"Zombies? But that’s impossible!"
"Have I ever told you anything short of solid facts, Hisao?" he asks with a sincere face.
I choose to not answer his question. "Well, if those… things really are zombies, what are we supposed to do? We are done for!"
"Not just yet," Kenji says with a devious grin.
Kenji walks over to his desk and opens one of his drawers. Under a false floor there's what looks like a pistol, a knife and a small axe.
"How did you get a hold of that? Isn't that illegal?" I ask.
"Doesn't matter," he dismisses my question. "Take this axe, and follow me. We have some dead motherfuckers to send back to the afterlife."
