DISCLAIMER: (See Prologue)
SHOUTOUTS:
Thumbsucker Snitch - Ahh!! SK rocks my socks.... The Stand is awesome... I have the movie. Hehe. Haven't read/seen Misery yet... but I'll have to now. Thanks muchly!!
m-e lee12 - Yesh, I noticed I misspelled it... still trying to work out the kinks in this new compy, and sadly, my only word processing program is Microsoft Works. Which has no nicely functioning spell check. So now you have my excuse. And btw, you NEED to write the Mushee-Doggy ficcie... b/c it could be mucho HILARIOUSO, too... I LOVE YOU, YOU SHITHEAD!!
Brownie/Melody - Go kick their butts in soccer! w00t! GOOOO MARQUETTE!!! haha... you saw my planning outline, you bad child. how're you supposed to be surprised, now? (P.S. - doesn't everyone LOVE my annoying notebook entry?)... have some acid animal crackers... I can't get dutchy to lend me his crack
Blue Raja - LOL, your cruelty is overlooked... as Crutchy annoys me to no limit (except for when he's spazzing out throwing papers... that's about his only redeeming quality) hehe, and i'm wondering how i'm gonna do this, too (welllll, I have an idea, but...) we'll just have to see how it goes, eh?
Strawberri Shake - Wow! It seems people love my idea! hugs self well, since the prologue got ya hooked, here's more for you to read!!
Mucho thanks for reviewin', everyone... really boosts my confidence and makes me not wanna quit writing ;) hands out animal crackers, PB M&Ms, and Frulatis
Walking With Captain Trips
Chapter One
Strange as it may sound, it was the quiet that woke me up. The quiet and the smell of smoke. And death. It was that bad. I live in an apartment by myself, I sure has hell hadn't let anyone in this week, and that crawly skin death feel was still everywhere. It was driving me crazy. Call me paranoid, but I've been taking two or three showers a day to try to shake off that feel, but still it was clinging to me no matter how many times I'd rubbed my skin raw. You'd think I'd figure out it wasn't coming off, but I guess the insanity is setting in. Maybe I had been shut in this place too long.
Or maybe it was because everyone but me is dead.
My parents have been dead, since before Captain Trips. My neighbor's dead; I saw him die. My girlfriend's dead; she kicked me out so I wouldn't have to see her die. And now, looking out my window, I could see people dead in their cars and dead on the sidewalk and dead on the fire escapes with rain falling on all of them. Trips had got them all, but not me. I never even sneezed.
So what was I supposed to do now? What do you do when you're the last guy on Earth?
I got out of bed. And got dressed. Just like every morning. Then I sat back down, stared around my apartment at the empty chairs and empty rooms and the lonely couches and tables. Just me alone. And I thought I knew what it was like to be depressed. Just me alone and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
Shuffled over to the fridge. Nothing there. Cabinets. Those were empty, too. A week locked in my apartment, and I had nothing left. I had to leave. Had to go out into the dead city.
"Shit."
I didn't want to go out there.
"Shit."
But I had to go sometime.
"Shit."
Got my knife. And my keys. Stubbed my toe on the way over to the door. Not a good sign, I probably shouldn't go. But if I let myself stay here now, I'd never leave, I'd die of starvation, then I'd be no better off than any of the others.
Not a bad plan, actually.
Undid the bolt on the door, then flipped the lock. The hallway wasn't empty. But you could hardly call the company enthralling. Apparently people who didn't want to see their dead roommates had dropped them outside the door. I grimaced at that unpleasant thought. Probably too sick to take them anywhere else.
And with the whole city dying, I guess there wasn't many other options anyway.
Trying to keep from breathing in that horribly sweet decaying smell, I hurried with held breath down the hall to the stairs. I didn't want to find out what was in the elevator, and I certainly wasn't riding down fourteen floors with it. I nearly made it to the stairwell, to. Would have if it weren't for the lights.
They flickered in a vain attempt to stay on, then kicked it just like everything else around here. Overheads, emergency lights, everything. Not even the stupid red exit sign was lit. And with my God-given luck, this is when my feet decide to hit something stiff and fleshy and bloated sprawled across the floor. And with my luck, my balance decides to fail me as well, and I went down on top of it.
There was a sickening crunch as I landed, my face up against who knew what, and the smell alone was enough to make me forget all my thoughts of going to the grocery store. The only thing I could think of was getting off of this horrible rotting... thing beneath me, get away from it's cold skin and gagging smell. I scrabbled for the floor, touched more flesh before I got there, and finally managed to pull myself away. And once I was on my feet, I immediately got rid of yesterday's dinner and probably lunch as well.
Looking back, I'm only glad the darkness didn't let me see anything but shadows...
SHOUTOUTS:
Thumbsucker Snitch - Ahh!! SK rocks my socks.... The Stand is awesome... I have the movie. Hehe. Haven't read/seen Misery yet... but I'll have to now. Thanks muchly!!
m-e lee12 - Yesh, I noticed I misspelled it... still trying to work out the kinks in this new compy, and sadly, my only word processing program is Microsoft Works. Which has no nicely functioning spell check. So now you have my excuse. And btw, you NEED to write the Mushee-Doggy ficcie... b/c it could be mucho HILARIOUSO, too... I LOVE YOU, YOU SHITHEAD!!
Brownie/Melody - Go kick their butts in soccer! w00t! GOOOO MARQUETTE!!! haha... you saw my planning outline, you bad child. how're you supposed to be surprised, now? (P.S. - doesn't everyone LOVE my annoying notebook entry?)... have some acid animal crackers... I can't get dutchy to lend me his crack
Blue Raja - LOL, your cruelty is overlooked... as Crutchy annoys me to no limit (except for when he's spazzing out throwing papers... that's about his only redeeming quality) hehe, and i'm wondering how i'm gonna do this, too (welllll, I have an idea, but...) we'll just have to see how it goes, eh?
Strawberri Shake - Wow! It seems people love my idea! hugs self well, since the prologue got ya hooked, here's more for you to read!!
Mucho thanks for reviewin', everyone... really boosts my confidence and makes me not wanna quit writing ;) hands out animal crackers, PB M&Ms, and Frulatis
Walking With Captain Trips
Chapter One
Strange as it may sound, it was the quiet that woke me up. The quiet and the smell of smoke. And death. It was that bad. I live in an apartment by myself, I sure has hell hadn't let anyone in this week, and that crawly skin death feel was still everywhere. It was driving me crazy. Call me paranoid, but I've been taking two or three showers a day to try to shake off that feel, but still it was clinging to me no matter how many times I'd rubbed my skin raw. You'd think I'd figure out it wasn't coming off, but I guess the insanity is setting in. Maybe I had been shut in this place too long.
Or maybe it was because everyone but me is dead.
My parents have been dead, since before Captain Trips. My neighbor's dead; I saw him die. My girlfriend's dead; she kicked me out so I wouldn't have to see her die. And now, looking out my window, I could see people dead in their cars and dead on the sidewalk and dead on the fire escapes with rain falling on all of them. Trips had got them all, but not me. I never even sneezed.
So what was I supposed to do now? What do you do when you're the last guy on Earth?
I got out of bed. And got dressed. Just like every morning. Then I sat back down, stared around my apartment at the empty chairs and empty rooms and the lonely couches and tables. Just me alone. And I thought I knew what it was like to be depressed. Just me alone and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
Shuffled over to the fridge. Nothing there. Cabinets. Those were empty, too. A week locked in my apartment, and I had nothing left. I had to leave. Had to go out into the dead city.
"Shit."
I didn't want to go out there.
"Shit."
But I had to go sometime.
"Shit."
Got my knife. And my keys. Stubbed my toe on the way over to the door. Not a good sign, I probably shouldn't go. But if I let myself stay here now, I'd never leave, I'd die of starvation, then I'd be no better off than any of the others.
Not a bad plan, actually.
Undid the bolt on the door, then flipped the lock. The hallway wasn't empty. But you could hardly call the company enthralling. Apparently people who didn't want to see their dead roommates had dropped them outside the door. I grimaced at that unpleasant thought. Probably too sick to take them anywhere else.
And with the whole city dying, I guess there wasn't many other options anyway.
Trying to keep from breathing in that horribly sweet decaying smell, I hurried with held breath down the hall to the stairs. I didn't want to find out what was in the elevator, and I certainly wasn't riding down fourteen floors with it. I nearly made it to the stairwell, to. Would have if it weren't for the lights.
They flickered in a vain attempt to stay on, then kicked it just like everything else around here. Overheads, emergency lights, everything. Not even the stupid red exit sign was lit. And with my God-given luck, this is when my feet decide to hit something stiff and fleshy and bloated sprawled across the floor. And with my luck, my balance decides to fail me as well, and I went down on top of it.
There was a sickening crunch as I landed, my face up against who knew what, and the smell alone was enough to make me forget all my thoughts of going to the grocery store. The only thing I could think of was getting off of this horrible rotting... thing beneath me, get away from it's cold skin and gagging smell. I scrabbled for the floor, touched more flesh before I got there, and finally managed to pull myself away. And once I was on my feet, I immediately got rid of yesterday's dinner and probably lunch as well.
Looking back, I'm only glad the darkness didn't let me see anything but shadows...