Memoirs of a zombie
Well, that's it, I suppose. The wretched house has gone up in smoke, the monster problem will probably decrease.
I look up as the roar of a helicopter is heard. I don't even bother to wave or yell for help. They wouldn't even bother with me, the ghastly state I'm in would only result in getting shot in the head to end my further torment and keep peoples safety.
I feel a burning itch growing on my arm, I try to ignore it and the fear that's welling up in the pit of my stomach. Damn them! They get away and I am condemned with an incurable and annoying disease. Insure peoples safety my ass. In fact I was the ginea pig. The government threatened to take my house and my valuables if I turned my back on this assignment. Risking my life in solving an unexplained death rate. First of all, being chased by half dead dogs and coming across a humongous mansion was not fun not to mention the freaks of nature that were harboring within. Curse the nut who built it. Who in their right mind would make it so you had to solve puzzles to get in the bathroom for Christ's sake. I got to give the guy credit for having such protective pets, bet it keeps the solicitors away.
I wince as my chest throbs with pain. Blasted Snake! If it wasn't for me that S.T.A.R.S member Jill would be dead. After she beat the snake did she even think to look around the room. No, after she picked up the crest she just left, left me there. Bitch!
I can already feel my intelligence decreasing. The itch becomes unbearable. Regretably but furiously I scratch my arm, I can feel my skin unaturally collecting under my fingernails. Fuck! It drives me crazy trying to contemplate that in a few hours I will have the mentat compacity of an omeba, one thing will be on my mind, eat, perferably flesh. Tasty.
I look up and see that I'm nearing a town. A crazy idea, probably that last I will ever have, comes to me. Why should I be the only one to die like this, I can bring the whole fuckin' world with me. Anybody I come in contact with will be doomed. I see a young boy playing by the creek. He seemed to have sensed my prescense. He yowls and runs towards the town. What the hell? I continue walking towards the creek and reluctantly look at my reflection. The snake bite on my chest has grown worse, dark red blood trickles in rivulets from the wound. My face is showing signs of decayment, my skin has turned a sickly gray there are bald spots where chunks of hair had fallen out. My eyes are becoming glazed.
There is a movement behind me, a cock of a gun is heard. I slowly turn my head and peer up into the fearfilled eyes of a farmer.
"What demon is this?" his voice is weak.
That smell, that was a glorious smell. The smell of flesh so warm and fresh. I gave a groan and lunged at him, sinking my teeth into his leg. The delicious taste of blood intermixed with the tang of his skin was invigorating. The stranger tried to push me off but I had gained strength and kept ahold as I ripped a chunk out of his leg. Suddenly everything went black. But I was satisfied that he too would die.
This was a very old story that I wrote when I was a sophomore. I really liked the wording. Please review. All flames will be replied with "Get Bent". Thank you for your time.
Well, that's it, I suppose. The wretched house has gone up in smoke, the monster problem will probably decrease.
I look up as the roar of a helicopter is heard. I don't even bother to wave or yell for help. They wouldn't even bother with me, the ghastly state I'm in would only result in getting shot in the head to end my further torment and keep peoples safety.
I feel a burning itch growing on my arm, I try to ignore it and the fear that's welling up in the pit of my stomach. Damn them! They get away and I am condemned with an incurable and annoying disease. Insure peoples safety my ass. In fact I was the ginea pig. The government threatened to take my house and my valuables if I turned my back on this assignment. Risking my life in solving an unexplained death rate. First of all, being chased by half dead dogs and coming across a humongous mansion was not fun not to mention the freaks of nature that were harboring within. Curse the nut who built it. Who in their right mind would make it so you had to solve puzzles to get in the bathroom for Christ's sake. I got to give the guy credit for having such protective pets, bet it keeps the solicitors away.
I wince as my chest throbs with pain. Blasted Snake! If it wasn't for me that S.T.A.R.S member Jill would be dead. After she beat the snake did she even think to look around the room. No, after she picked up the crest she just left, left me there. Bitch!
I can already feel my intelligence decreasing. The itch becomes unbearable. Regretably but furiously I scratch my arm, I can feel my skin unaturally collecting under my fingernails. Fuck! It drives me crazy trying to contemplate that in a few hours I will have the mentat compacity of an omeba, one thing will be on my mind, eat, perferably flesh. Tasty.
I look up and see that I'm nearing a town. A crazy idea, probably that last I will ever have, comes to me. Why should I be the only one to die like this, I can bring the whole fuckin' world with me. Anybody I come in contact with will be doomed. I see a young boy playing by the creek. He seemed to have sensed my prescense. He yowls and runs towards the town. What the hell? I continue walking towards the creek and reluctantly look at my reflection. The snake bite on my chest has grown worse, dark red blood trickles in rivulets from the wound. My face is showing signs of decayment, my skin has turned a sickly gray there are bald spots where chunks of hair had fallen out. My eyes are becoming glazed.
There is a movement behind me, a cock of a gun is heard. I slowly turn my head and peer up into the fearfilled eyes of a farmer.
"What demon is this?" his voice is weak.
That smell, that was a glorious smell. The smell of flesh so warm and fresh. I gave a groan and lunged at him, sinking my teeth into his leg. The delicious taste of blood intermixed with the tang of his skin was invigorating. The stranger tried to push me off but I had gained strength and kept ahold as I ripped a chunk out of his leg. Suddenly everything went black. But I was satisfied that he too would die.
This was a very old story that I wrote when I was a sophomore. I really liked the wording. Please review. All flames will be replied with "Get Bent". Thank you for your time.