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For Sci-Fi class i had to wright a zombie story. It's written in WWZ style so everything is verbal except the writing in the brackets. So if you see a miss use of a word, it's because that is how I talk. Tell me what you think.
So what can I do for you?
I came here to ask you about your… uh…
Condition?
Well, yes.
[He laughs] Don’t worry about my feelings. I’ve learned to live with it, if you can call me alive. Hey watch this. [He takes his nose off.] Who does this remind you of? Hee, hee. [He laughs again while he crudely puts it back on with two-sided tape.] Don’t worry about me trying to eat you, the cravings come and go. The best I can describe it is like a woman’s menstrual cycle.
How did you get like this?
Just like everyone else, I was bitten. Before that, I was the greatest zombie hunter in this hemisphere. Three hundred dead a week and I slew them all. I had this armor, you see? Made of steel and wasn’t as bulky as them medieval armored suits. I also had a big pistol like the one on those Hellboy movies. And then, there was this big claymore I “found” in a museum. The claymore is a big heavy sword and boy was it heavy. But the feeling I got from killing them; the way their heads split with the swing of the sword or the big gaping hole from a bullet. It just felt right. During that time I lived in an awesome van with a mini bar.
I will never forget the day I was bitten. I had just been killing zombies for 6 months now and my count was around 7,256 slayed. I had just killed a few when I was returning to my van when out of nowhere I feel this sharp pain on my ankle. I looked down and it was gnawing at me. I laughed and then it broke the skin. It stung like a cut drowning in lemon juice. I stomped on its head causing its brain goop to squeeze out of its eye sockets and I went inside my van.
I was devastated. What that meant, being bitten, was that I was going to turn into a man-size brain eater thing. I started to think that it was just a mistake. I’ve heard that other people had been bitten and survived. Also, there was that cure thing. Then I got really angry. Angry at the zombies, angry at the government that let the zombies get stronger, and finally, angry at myself for not noticing the zombie that got my ankle. I skipped the bargaining part and went on to being depressed. You know crying and that $h!+. After a while of being a softy and attempting to shoot myself, I thought maybe this is okay.
I went in the van for awhile. Can’t remember how long it was till I fell asleep. The weirdest thing happened after that. I woke up. After I got out of the van there where about 5 zombies just walking around the field I was parked at. I got out my gun and was about to shoot them but I had just noticed something. They weren’t attacking me. They didn’t even notice me. No moaning, creepy walking, or trying to eat me. They just kept walking on as if I wasn’t there.
What did you do after that?
I don’t know. When I came to the conclusion that I was one, I just blacked out for awhile. When I came to, I was knee high in red blood with no nose on my face. I was in this house and I heard noises outside. I called out to them. I saw that movie Night of the Living Dead and I know how it ended. I was not going to get shot like that.
This army guy walked in with his gun and cammo and stuff. After he saw me he freaked and shot my left arm off. I said “Hey man, don’t do that. I need that arm.” He studied me a bit and called his commander guy. About an hour of explaining and “test shots” they took me to this room you see here [he raised his right and only hand showing the room.] The scientist guys did a number of tests on me and saw that the big part of my brain didn’t rot or something. I am 1 in a 400 trillion chance because of the number of Thymine genes or something like that.
Its not all bad in here, I get every channel known to man, don’t need to eat, and don’t need to exercise. But, yes it is a little boring with the no “human” interaction. Also I can still infect people so…yeah. Another good thing is that I can live forever. I’m going to see when they make flying cars or colonize other planets.
Well, I can see you’re a busy man so I won’t take any more of your time.
Yeah, I’m kind of king of the world you know.
[We laughed and shook hands. “You might want to wash that.” Dean said. As I walked out of the room the scientist man asked me to follow him. We came to this shiny room and he asked me to put the hand I shook Dean with in this type of see-through green liquid. When I finished they took me to the room I was tested in and checked my upper body for bite marks. “You can’t be too careful” the scientist said.]
Dean”Lord of the Moon People” Kranz
Undisclosed Location,
United States of America.
[I drove up to a large building with almost no windows and no details whatsoever. I had to come with a military escort because of the building’s secrecy. As I entered the giant mechanical doors that could fit a tank, I was immediately frisked and scanned by a handheld metal detector. After that they took my fingerprints, a blood sample, and a hair sample. When they finished, a soldier and a man in a white lab coat told me to follow them. I could see all kinds of tests they where doing on zombies, like seeing which meat they would eat, how they interacted with each other, and how long they could float. When we reached the room where I was going to do my interview, the scientist opened the door and let me in saying it was safe. When I entered the room, Dean Kranz was sitting there smiling and waiving his arm.]
Undisclosed Location,
United States of America.
[I drove up to a large building with almost no windows and no details whatsoever. I had to come with a military escort because of the building’s secrecy. As I entered the giant mechanical doors that could fit a tank, I was immediately frisked and scanned by a handheld metal detector. After that they took my fingerprints, a blood sample, and a hair sample. When they finished, a soldier and a man in a white lab coat told me to follow them. I could see all kinds of tests they where doing on zombies, like seeing which meat they would eat, how they interacted with each other, and how long they could float. When we reached the room where I was going to do my interview, the scientist opened the door and let me in saying it was safe. When I entered the room, Dean Kranz was sitting there smiling and waiving his arm.]
So what can I do for you?
I came here to ask you about your… uh…
Condition?
Well, yes.
[He laughs] Don’t worry about my feelings. I’ve learned to live with it, if you can call me alive. Hey watch this. [He takes his nose off.] Who does this remind you of? Hee, hee. [He laughs again while he crudely puts it back on with two-sided tape.] Don’t worry about me trying to eat you, the cravings come and go. The best I can describe it is like a woman’s menstrual cycle.
How did you get like this?
Just like everyone else, I was bitten. Before that, I was the greatest zombie hunter in this hemisphere. Three hundred dead a week and I slew them all. I had this armor, you see? Made of steel and wasn’t as bulky as them medieval armored suits. I also had a big pistol like the one on those Hellboy movies. And then, there was this big claymore I “found” in a museum. The claymore is a big heavy sword and boy was it heavy. But the feeling I got from killing them; the way their heads split with the swing of the sword or the big gaping hole from a bullet. It just felt right. During that time I lived in an awesome van with a mini bar.
I will never forget the day I was bitten. I had just been killing zombies for 6 months now and my count was around 7,256 slayed. I had just killed a few when I was returning to my van when out of nowhere I feel this sharp pain on my ankle. I looked down and it was gnawing at me. I laughed and then it broke the skin. It stung like a cut drowning in lemon juice. I stomped on its head causing its brain goop to squeeze out of its eye sockets and I went inside my van.
I was devastated. What that meant, being bitten, was that I was going to turn into a man-size brain eater thing. I started to think that it was just a mistake. I’ve heard that other people had been bitten and survived. Also, there was that cure thing. Then I got really angry. Angry at the zombies, angry at the government that let the zombies get stronger, and finally, angry at myself for not noticing the zombie that got my ankle. I skipped the bargaining part and went on to being depressed. You know crying and that $h!+. After a while of being a softy and attempting to shoot myself, I thought maybe this is okay.
I went in the van for awhile. Can’t remember how long it was till I fell asleep. The weirdest thing happened after that. I woke up. After I got out of the van there where about 5 zombies just walking around the field I was parked at. I got out my gun and was about to shoot them but I had just noticed something. They weren’t attacking me. They didn’t even notice me. No moaning, creepy walking, or trying to eat me. They just kept walking on as if I wasn’t there.
What did you do after that?
I don’t know. When I came to the conclusion that I was one, I just blacked out for awhile. When I came to, I was knee high in red blood with no nose on my face. I was in this house and I heard noises outside. I called out to them. I saw that movie Night of the Living Dead and I know how it ended. I was not going to get shot like that.
This army guy walked in with his gun and cammo and stuff. After he saw me he freaked and shot my left arm off. I said “Hey man, don’t do that. I need that arm.” He studied me a bit and called his commander guy. About an hour of explaining and “test shots” they took me to this room you see here [he raised his right and only hand showing the room.] The scientist guys did a number of tests on me and saw that the big part of my brain didn’t rot or something. I am 1 in a 400 trillion chance because of the number of Thymine genes or something like that.
Its not all bad in here, I get every channel known to man, don’t need to eat, and don’t need to exercise. But, yes it is a little boring with the no “human” interaction. Also I can still infect people so…yeah. Another good thing is that I can live forever. I’m going to see when they make flying cars or colonize other planets.
Well, I can see you’re a busy man so I won’t take any more of your time.
Yeah, I’m kind of king of the world you know.
[We laughed and shook hands. “You might want to wash that.” Dean said. As I walked out of the room the scientist man asked me to follow him. We came to this shiny room and he asked me to put the hand I shook Dean with in this type of see-through green liquid. When I finished they took me to the room I was tested in and checked my upper body for bite marks. “You can’t be too careful” the scientist said.]
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