I wake up in my old house. I go downstairs to my grandmothers apartment, and there is an wooden table set up. Then i hear the whispers from another room. They are talking about "getting" me. I run from the house into the back yard, and they follow. I circle to the front yard and come through the front door. Everything then changes to the inside of a mall. There are very few people and when they see me I must run. I do not know why they want to get me but I cannot be caught. I escape, but I am stuck inside the building and so I try to find a place to sleep.
Ahead of me is a bathroom. I head in, it is set up strangely. It is about the two times the size of normal theater bathrooms with tan doors on every stall. Everything else is white. I climb into a stall and notice that there is no backing to it, nor a side on the right side. There is a space behind it with a large trash bin.
The door swings open and six people walk in. Five men and a single woman. I hide. "Spread out, check if he is here" the leader says. One of the men walks up to the stall I'm in and looks under the door. Seeing nothing he straightens up. But as I look to my right I notice that the mirror is reflecting the room and must be reflecting me as well. As I realize this the single woman turns and we stare at each others reflections. She yells, and I kick the door open into the guys face.
Jumping out, I run towards the door out. A large man jumps in my way and so without slowing down I jump and kick him in the face, then spin in the air punching his crotch. I land on the other side of him and continue on. I kick two others in the face before leaving the bathroom at a run. More yells echo off the walls around me. I run by a stand with rolled up paper, a decent fighting weapon. Picking one up I head for safety. An extremely large muscular guy pops out of nowhere. He grabs me by the neck, choking me. Using the paper I jab his wrist making him release his grip. Then i kick his inside knee while uppercutting his jaw with the paper. He goes down in terrible pain. I make it to the glass doors and push on them, I reach freedom as I awake.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tower of the Undead
My company's truck comes to a stop, I hop off into the swamp next to the road. No biters in here at the moment. I am point this trip, dangerous ground ahead. Our mission is to reach the Tower; then defend it against them. Three miles through treacherous mud, trying to stay completely silent, slow going.
We made it - for now. From the base is stands 20 meters high. At 6 meters from the base flat slippery metal flares out to the ground so that it is impossible to climb up. There is only a single weak point where we can get in and up to the first platform. A small meter wide hole on the northern face. It creates a small chamber where a chewer ma have accidentally come in and wait in the dark. We call it the Death Pot = Here my job becomes forty times more dangerous.
Using my sonar goggles I check to see if there is any body in the death, I get readings for four large objects but I cannot see clearly if they are figures or stumps. Taking three quick breaths I kneel under gun ahead of me. I make it through the whole unmolested surfacing with my back against a wall. Only the water dripping off my body, and the beating of my heart echoes around the metallic chamber, and it sounds like beating rain. Removing a bobbing torch from my gear I press the button and toss it ahead of me, as well as a green glow stick in to the water ahead. As they hit a figure scrambles toward them. A single chewer, thank the heavens. I put two into its skull before moving up and over to the ladder in the middle of the room.
Hours later, we stand atop the Tower. Our radios screeching and hollering to gather them around us so that we can end their suffering. Thousands upon hundreds claw and stumble towards us. "Weapons at fire ready, Fire at will" Sergeant commands "You are Gamma Team 6, the coolest killers around" The only pep talk we need
Below us they trickle in, then begin flowing like a broken dam. Shots ring out for nights on end. We are ordered to stay longer, and so we get an air drop with more rations and rounds. Our fourth week there Amos is losing his mind because of the moaning, he puts a bullet in his head. Poor new guy, his first run and we do a month out. After this Sergeant makes us all wear our deafners along with our music.
Around mid-week five things became problematic. The bodies were piling up faster than we could get rid of them. We called in for a pick up but all birds were busy, only one boat was willing to come into this territory at night. We took it.
A solid moon was out this night, we had shut off the radio two days earlier so there were few chewers around. Our ride arrived a klick away, we had to hustle to it. As we climbed down and out of our Tower two things happened at the same time.
1. The Tower was hit by a helicopter, effectively throwing us from it
2. Our radio was smacked on, and the screeching blasted loudly around us
Hitting the muck I lost grip of my backpack but held onto my rifle. My night world got pitch as I was consumed by the water and mud. I stood sputtering and gagging from the sick sulfur. Franki and Dewey landed next to me, they were on their feet as well. Dewey had all his gear and weapon, but Franki only had his back pack.
Without a word we started making our way to the boat. We made it halfway there when they appeared. They were everywhere, surrounding us. We took our time making our shots count, we couldn't waste. We had six clips between us, each only holding 20 rounds for our main weapons. Our sidearms had single clips. Took us ten minutes to get within sight of the boat. Never seeing another member from our company along the way.
There was no one standing on the deck of the boat, so Franki remarked "They must be below decks all sealed up" Once upon the deck, we made our way to the main door. It was hanging open slightly with a rustling noise coming up from inside. Pulling my sidearm, I took point once again heading into the dark below.
(Sadly, i woke up before anything crazy happened. The differences in time/distances like "weeks, minutes, klicks, meters" were not actually gone through, but my mind felt like those were the times/distances that had passed. This was a really detailed one)
We made it - for now. From the base is stands 20 meters high. At 6 meters from the base flat slippery metal flares out to the ground so that it is impossible to climb up. There is only a single weak point where we can get in and up to the first platform. A small meter wide hole on the northern face. It creates a small chamber where a chewer ma have accidentally come in and wait in the dark. We call it the Death Pot = Here my job becomes forty times more dangerous.
Using my sonar goggles I check to see if there is any body in the death, I get readings for four large objects but I cannot see clearly if they are figures or stumps. Taking three quick breaths I kneel under gun ahead of me. I make it through the whole unmolested surfacing with my back against a wall. Only the water dripping off my body, and the beating of my heart echoes around the metallic chamber, and it sounds like beating rain. Removing a bobbing torch from my gear I press the button and toss it ahead of me, as well as a green glow stick in to the water ahead. As they hit a figure scrambles toward them. A single chewer, thank the heavens. I put two into its skull before moving up and over to the ladder in the middle of the room.
Hours later, we stand atop the Tower. Our radios screeching and hollering to gather them around us so that we can end their suffering. Thousands upon hundreds claw and stumble towards us. "Weapons at fire ready, Fire at will" Sergeant commands "You are Gamma Team 6, the coolest killers around" The only pep talk we need
Below us they trickle in, then begin flowing like a broken dam. Shots ring out for nights on end. We are ordered to stay longer, and so we get an air drop with more rations and rounds. Our fourth week there Amos is losing his mind because of the moaning, he puts a bullet in his head. Poor new guy, his first run and we do a month out. After this Sergeant makes us all wear our deafners along with our music.
Around mid-week five things became problematic. The bodies were piling up faster than we could get rid of them. We called in for a pick up but all birds were busy, only one boat was willing to come into this territory at night. We took it.
A solid moon was out this night, we had shut off the radio two days earlier so there were few chewers around. Our ride arrived a klick away, we had to hustle to it. As we climbed down and out of our Tower two things happened at the same time.
1. The Tower was hit by a helicopter, effectively throwing us from it
2. Our radio was smacked on, and the screeching blasted loudly around us
Hitting the muck I lost grip of my backpack but held onto my rifle. My night world got pitch as I was consumed by the water and mud. I stood sputtering and gagging from the sick sulfur. Franki and Dewey landed next to me, they were on their feet as well. Dewey had all his gear and weapon, but Franki only had his back pack.
Without a word we started making our way to the boat. We made it halfway there when they appeared. They were everywhere, surrounding us. We took our time making our shots count, we couldn't waste. We had six clips between us, each only holding 20 rounds for our main weapons. Our sidearms had single clips. Took us ten minutes to get within sight of the boat. Never seeing another member from our company along the way.
There was no one standing on the deck of the boat, so Franki remarked "They must be below decks all sealed up" Once upon the deck, we made our way to the main door. It was hanging open slightly with a rustling noise coming up from inside. Pulling my sidearm, I took point once again heading into the dark below.
(Sadly, i woke up before anything crazy happened. The differences in time/distances like "weeks, minutes, klicks, meters" were not actually gone through, but my mind felt like those were the times/distances that had passed. This was a really detailed one)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Strange Science
It is a post-apocalyptic world. Our rebel forces are camped out in the old lecture hall in the fourth district. Everything is walled to protect us from the war still going on. There are hundreds spaced about all working on one project or another. There is fear sketched into all of their faces but determination is breaking through.
I walk into my makeshift office. The far wall is shattered now being only made of half of what was there. The other half is sheet metal ad reinforced steel. My generals are standing over the map.
"Where will you go sir?" one asks me.
"I will go wherever I can trying to find any person or thing that can help us in our war" I reply.
"But sir, the ocean itself has turned against us"
"Not to worry; I have devised a system that will keep us safe from the cold hands of the sea"
"Sir?"
"My ship as you know has the ability to create a bubble of atmosphere around the ship that keeps us living and keep the ocean from flowing in-"
"But sir that was made when the ocean wasn't alive...many ships have been sunk because the ocean has forced itself past the Atmo-Shield"
"Exactly, but I have devised the Garlic-Atmo-Shield; it is another slimmer bubble around the atmo-shield that repels the living portion of the sea"
"Sir! That is brilliant!"
I walk into my makeshift office. The far wall is shattered now being only made of half of what was there. The other half is sheet metal ad reinforced steel. My generals are standing over the map.
"Where will you go sir?" one asks me.
"I will go wherever I can trying to find any person or thing that can help us in our war" I reply.
"But sir, the ocean itself has turned against us"
"Not to worry; I have devised a system that will keep us safe from the cold hands of the sea"
"Sir?"
"My ship as you know has the ability to create a bubble of atmosphere around the ship that keeps us living and keep the ocean from flowing in-"
"But sir that was made when the ocean wasn't alive...many ships have been sunk because the ocean has forced itself past the Atmo-Shield"
"Exactly, but I have devised the Garlic-Atmo-Shield; it is another slimmer bubble around the atmo-shield that repels the living portion of the sea"
"Sir! That is brilliant!"
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Urban Combat
I dive forward as the bullets fly over head. I'm able to get behind a small retaining wall blocking me from direct fire. Grit bites into my hands. Chunks of cement explode around me. I hear shouting; my sergeant is telling us to keep down. I shift my eyes to look at my sniper partner. Understanding sergeants head nod; we slowly make our way down the wall away from the fire in a snipers high crawl. We weren't supposed to run into resistance today. Ahead of us sits a small alley and at the other end sits a water tower. Thankfully the alley is on the backside of the majority of the buildings. I check every alcove or doorway for any rebels. Seeing that everything was all clear I call my partner forward. He is struggling ever so slightly under the weight of the Barrett M107 50 caliber sniper rifle. After taking position at the top of the tower we used the smaller sniper rifle I carried to protect our teams forward movement. As they got farther and farther from our position we switched over to the .50 cal. After ripping through roughly ten rebels from a great distance our team radioed us that the town was secured. We packed up the .50 and started out descent to the alley. Barely touching the ground we took small arms fire from a tiny shack to my left. I was hit in the shoulder before getting out of the way. Our radio was hit in the first barrage. Retreating to cover we used our M16's to return fire. My partner took two in the chest and as I tried to apply field dressing a shadow covered me from behind. As I turned to shoot a gunshot rung out. The sound of a body hitting the arid dusty ground broke me from my fear. My partner's hand dropped from the weight of the gun. I woke up before anything more happened.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Feeling within
I walk into the shabby little house that sits at the end of the street. Gray shingles hang like crooked teeth. I pass by when I head off for the day; eyes always shying away. Sitting as an empty shell - cold to the world around it. I walk farther in, chills running through my veins. Desolate and alone this house is. Built in earlier days when a house was an extension of a person. When the creator had a vision for the simple elements. Hate courses through the architecture where love once flowed. Water stains drip down as tears. You've seen angry houses, mad houses, and houses shimmering with happiness but this house is broken and lonely. He wishes to be torn down, all the while hoping against all else that he can provide comfort once again. Old and tired. Creaky steps, sagging arches. Existing but not living.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Director, Hunter, and Matron
1. Made from cement and iron here sits a large menacing prison. There is a bay inlet coming into the middle of the prison. On either side are rows of cells with windows barely able to fit a hand through. It has been here for ages. I stand upon the roof looking down at the only cell currently occupied. He is in there; the most clever and ingenious criminal alive. We were allowed to catch him so that he could test himself against our best defenses. Director has been talking with him every night, and I fear he has agreed to help this monster. Tonight is the night I know he will try to make his escape. A fire has started in the cell below and to the left of him at the outermost edge of the building. Director and I rush to make sure he is still alive and to move him before the first spreads. We run through the hall passing luggage containers covered in blankets. When we get there the door is wide open. In the corner sits an extremely large vacuum with a puffed out bag. Director runs to the vacuum, where we both think he is hiding but it is nothing but dust. Next we hear screams from the floor; there in the middle of the second room is a hole into the floor below. Looking down we see another guard holding a small glowing ball. He stares at it like he has seen heaven. We call to him but he gives no response until the fire gets closer. At this point it strikes me that I know where the criminal is-in the luggage! I spin around and rush to the luggage, opening it to find the criminal contorted inside. "I would have escaped if that ignorant guard watched what he was doing and rolled me out of here!" I handcuff him, and drag him to the holes edge intending to keep him in my sight. By now the man on the floor below is trying to reach up to us but he cannot grab us while holding the orb. Before we can help him the first engulfs him completely; and so we sprint for our safety.
2. It begins with five of us standing before a large man with a enormous gun that shoots nerf-darts -- they knock you unconscious if you get hit. Before us is a carpeted room filled with aisles and cases filled with books. Tables are spotted here and there. It is similar to a library but gives me the feeling on a military training course. He tells us to run and so we do. He takes out one kid from the start, but misses me as I round a corner. He is stalking me as though I am the wildest animal. I dodge under tables, roll around corners, and push over small racks to get away. He hits a kid an inch to my left who drops instantly. Three of us left! I round the corner and come face to face with him, everything seems to go quiet, he smiles widely. He shoots but I am tenths of a second quicker as I vault myself over a large stack of books. Another kid falls ahead of me as the darts whiz by. Two of us it will be over soon. I can hear him following me at a full run and so I begin to run like a gorilla. Using my knuckles as propulsion I get farther and farther away, I look back to see him six tables away. I cut left behind a bookcase, running parallel to the Hunter. Soon this way will open up to empty floor and he will have the best shot at me. I spy ahead of me a small table and farther on are more tables arranged like an amphitheater. I sprint forward, darts miss me, and I place my foot on the table just right and launch myself through the air, I land and roll. I end up right next to the other runner. We exchange nods, cementing our plan to survive. Standing up he heads right as I head left. The Hunter takes aim at Runner, but before he can find his mark I have picked up a dart from the floor. I climb the nearest shelf and leap from the top at the Hunter, striking him in the back with the nerf-dart. A klaxon sounds, we have won.
3. I am looking through the glass window on the exit door facing the girls dormitory. Five minutes till I leave to sneak into their building. This is the only time the alarm is down because the Matron leaves for a cigarette break. There is still snow on the ground, it twinkles in the bright lights. We abscond out the door crunching our way through the snow. Getting inside was the easiest; We've been doing this for a long time now. Here we share a nod and split up, his girls room is this floor. My girls room is a floor above and at the end of the hall. She is expecting me. I step lightly on each rise hoping not to hit the creak alerting everyone to my presence. "Hello, June, are you in there?" I whisper softly. Opening the door I am blown away by her beautiful Green Eyes. She waves me in, swirling her perfume into my face. Its lovely; a mix of coconut and lilac. I remove my cold jacket so that I can hang it on the bed post; shoes are next. Slipping under the warm covers I wrap my arms around her. A kiss is shared. I sigh contentedly. The coldness that was enveloping my heart is now melted away just by the touch of her fingers against my face. She snuggles closer, I rest my cheek on her head. "Sweet dreams June" I hum. "Goodnight love" is her sleepy response.
Sunlight cascades across my face waking me from my peaceful slumber. Too early already for me to leave her warm bed but I must. I can see she feels the same dissatisfaction with my having to steal away. Kissing her passionately, I stick on my boots and jump into my jacket. Now comes the tricky part-the escape! Peeking my head out the door I am relieved to find that no girls are in the hallway. I make my way to the stairs but halfway down I hear someone ascending. Ducking into a small alcove I squeeze myself behind a statue of Mary. Matron passes by pausing near me; as if she senses my presence. She passes upwards, beginning to call out to the girls to wake them. I slide out of my hiding spot and down the stairs. I get halfway across the snowy field before I am spotted by someone. "Stop!" a deep voice thunders Damn, I think to myself, I will not tell her name and only get myself in trouble. I turn expecting to the the Patron but instead find my friend Johnny. Laughing we rush back to our rooms to change in time for morning meal.
I am walking alone towards the cafeteria. Along the way I see a girl being bullied by a couple of guys and so I stop to help. They back down instantly once they realize who I am. She is new here, and doesn't know anyone. I invite her to lunch with my crew. She is extremely thankful and beaming as we make our way to my table. I introduce her to everyone here, and I sit on the very end. To my right is a stage where they put on productions during lunch so that we may benefit from their artistic meanings. The girl I helped moves closer to me, she leans in and whispers to me "Do you have a steady girl?" to which I reply "Yes I do, June" her excitement falls but I tell her that my best friend is looking for a sweet girl. Right then June sits in her seat next to me, she flashes me those Green Eyes and her brilliant smile. The lights dim, I hold her hand, and the play begins!
2. It begins with five of us standing before a large man with a enormous gun that shoots nerf-darts -- they knock you unconscious if you get hit. Before us is a carpeted room filled with aisles and cases filled with books. Tables are spotted here and there. It is similar to a library but gives me the feeling on a military training course. He tells us to run and so we do. He takes out one kid from the start, but misses me as I round a corner. He is stalking me as though I am the wildest animal. I dodge under tables, roll around corners, and push over small racks to get away. He hits a kid an inch to my left who drops instantly. Three of us left! I round the corner and come face to face with him, everything seems to go quiet, he smiles widely. He shoots but I am tenths of a second quicker as I vault myself over a large stack of books. Another kid falls ahead of me as the darts whiz by. Two of us it will be over soon. I can hear him following me at a full run and so I begin to run like a gorilla. Using my knuckles as propulsion I get farther and farther away, I look back to see him six tables away. I cut left behind a bookcase, running parallel to the Hunter. Soon this way will open up to empty floor and he will have the best shot at me. I spy ahead of me a small table and farther on are more tables arranged like an amphitheater. I sprint forward, darts miss me, and I place my foot on the table just right and launch myself through the air, I land and roll. I end up right next to the other runner. We exchange nods, cementing our plan to survive. Standing up he heads right as I head left. The Hunter takes aim at Runner, but before he can find his mark I have picked up a dart from the floor. I climb the nearest shelf and leap from the top at the Hunter, striking him in the back with the nerf-dart. A klaxon sounds, we have won.
3. I am looking through the glass window on the exit door facing the girls dormitory. Five minutes till I leave to sneak into their building. This is the only time the alarm is down because the Matron leaves for a cigarette break. There is still snow on the ground, it twinkles in the bright lights. We abscond out the door crunching our way through the snow. Getting inside was the easiest; We've been doing this for a long time now. Here we share a nod and split up, his girls room is this floor. My girls room is a floor above and at the end of the hall. She is expecting me. I step lightly on each rise hoping not to hit the creak alerting everyone to my presence. "Hello, June, are you in there?" I whisper softly. Opening the door I am blown away by her beautiful Green Eyes. She waves me in, swirling her perfume into my face. Its lovely; a mix of coconut and lilac. I remove my cold jacket so that I can hang it on the bed post; shoes are next. Slipping under the warm covers I wrap my arms around her. A kiss is shared. I sigh contentedly. The coldness that was enveloping my heart is now melted away just by the touch of her fingers against my face. She snuggles closer, I rest my cheek on her head. "Sweet dreams June" I hum. "Goodnight love" is her sleepy response.
Sunlight cascades across my face waking me from my peaceful slumber. Too early already for me to leave her warm bed but I must. I can see she feels the same dissatisfaction with my having to steal away. Kissing her passionately, I stick on my boots and jump into my jacket. Now comes the tricky part-the escape! Peeking my head out the door I am relieved to find that no girls are in the hallway. I make my way to the stairs but halfway down I hear someone ascending. Ducking into a small alcove I squeeze myself behind a statue of Mary. Matron passes by pausing near me; as if she senses my presence. She passes upwards, beginning to call out to the girls to wake them. I slide out of my hiding spot and down the stairs. I get halfway across the snowy field before I am spotted by someone. "Stop!" a deep voice thunders Damn, I think to myself, I will not tell her name and only get myself in trouble. I turn expecting to the the Patron but instead find my friend Johnny. Laughing we rush back to our rooms to change in time for morning meal.
I am walking alone towards the cafeteria. Along the way I see a girl being bullied by a couple of guys and so I stop to help. They back down instantly once they realize who I am. She is new here, and doesn't know anyone. I invite her to lunch with my crew. She is extremely thankful and beaming as we make our way to my table. I introduce her to everyone here, and I sit on the very end. To my right is a stage where they put on productions during lunch so that we may benefit from their artistic meanings. The girl I helped moves closer to me, she leans in and whispers to me "Do you have a steady girl?" to which I reply "Yes I do, June" her excitement falls but I tell her that my best friend is looking for a sweet girl. Right then June sits in her seat next to me, she flashes me those Green Eyes and her brilliant smile. The lights dim, I hold her hand, and the play begins!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Drowning
Sinking in; Freaking out,
Gray light filters down.
Stretched apart; Squeezed together,
Covetous hands ascend.
Pulled backward; Shoved forward,
Descending deeper
Frozen within; Burning without,
Drowning
**Inspired by a dream I cannot explain
Gray light filters down.
Stretched apart; Squeezed together,
Covetous hands ascend.
Pulled backward; Shoved forward,
Descending deeper
Frozen within; Burning without,
Drowning
**Inspired by a dream I cannot explain
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