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The first novel to my story (if I can be arsed to finish it).
As you all know, they are amongst us. They are finally here. Whether you are worried by them or not is up to you, but nobody can completely ignore them. We can pretend not to see their unnatural faces pressed up against every window, door and gate, with their devilish yellow eyes fixated on us all. We can pretend not to see their limp and lifeless bodies roaming our streets. But the truth is, in our heads, we all know that they are still there. But why do we try to forget them? Is it because we have witnessed the brutality they have caused? Is it because they have slaughtered someone close to us? Is it because they restrict us from being in the places we love? Is it because they simply stop us from leading our lives? Why are they here? How did they get here? These are all very good questions that each and every person who walks amongst us should ask themselves, but I definitely know one thing; they must be stopped! Us; the human race should put a stop to these monstrosities. Put them where they belong; in hell. We can win this if we just believe in ourselves. This is the battle of battles. This is the battle of freedom. They must be destroyed!
Why are they here? No one knows- yet. We know who the first one of their kind was, but it is unclear why. It all happened on the second Monday of last March. It was the saddest day of Ethel Lawrence’s life; but who knew it was going to be her last? Well, I say last, but we all know what I mean. Anyway, Ethel’s beloved husband of 43 years died suddenly of a stroke. What a shame. The stroke was perfectly natural; not caused by stress or anything. He was just old. Well, anyway, the day of the funeral came. Poor old Ethel was pouring her heart out over her deceased husband as the coffin tragically got lowered into the grave plot. Her wrinkled, baggy face became sodden with all of the tears she cried that day. As the undertaker began dumping the soil on the top of the coffin, Ethel said her last goodbyes to her sweetheart. What is the point? It’s not as if he’s going to hear her. I mean the dude’s dead. It’s not as if he’s going to open the lid of his coffin and go ‘I love you too dear, now give us one last kiss before they put me six foot under’ is it? Well anyway, pressing on. The undertaker had just finished covering the plot with the soil, and left Ethel on her own to spend some time with her lover (now don’t get me started on that). She lay some flowers down against his treasured memorial and stood there gazing in deep thought at the church. She got so lost in thought that she didn’t realise what was happening. The fragile soil began to break apart. A hand slowly but surely emerged from it’s dark prison. Ethel didn’t notice the peculiar event until the thing was waste height in the soil. Ethel thought it was some sort of sick prank that someone was pulling, and waited angrily for the thing to fully emerge. Stupid cow. If she was a little less stubborn, she may have been walking amongst us today, but instead she walks with them. Some people say that she was killed by the man she loved, but the monster that killed her was not her husband. It was never even human. In fact, you can see Ethel out of that window over there. The one with the curly, grey hair and the black dress on. Yes, the one whose arm looks like it is going to fall off any minute soon. She looks similar to what she did when she was human; only more bloodstained, but don’t be fooled. She lacks her character; her emotion.
Those things have no emotions. Some of you may argue that having no emotion is good, that emotion only makes us weak. Maybe our emotions make us weak for some things, but they make us strong for others. They are the things that keep us in touch with reality; that keep us sane. They are the things that make us different from them. They have absolutely no sense of danger. I mean, just look at them. Whenever they are in the way of a car, they do not move to avoid being hit. It appears that they do not even realise it is there. It appears that they are always focused in reaching us humans. It is if we are magnets drawing them in. Those bastards. What do they want with us? Well, we know partially what they want with us. They like to eat our brains. But it is unclear why human brains; there are many other animals with brains that they can gorge on. I bet they are easier to catch too. But from what I’ve seen so far, all other creatures go unharmed. So, why us? Do they just like bullying us? Are we tastier? Do the animals know something that we don’t? Hopefully we will find out soon and put a stop to this once and for all, or we will become those things and the human race will become extinct. Damn it’s got to be horrible being one of them. I mean no emotion, no sex, no fun, no alcohol, no sense of the world around you. Just focused on the prey. When you successfully hunt that prey down, it’s onto another. And another. And another. Always the same thing. It must be like being stuck in groundhog day. Never ending. That is until they get their heads blown off.
That's when it all seems to end. No motion. Everything has a weakness, and beheading them is their weakness. Mind you though, not many things can survive with no head. Suddenly they don't become as frightening anymore. They can be killed. Everyone has noticed this, but is anyone actually doing it? Methinks only a few people have caught on, and that is why I have called this meeting together, for we need to wage war upon these ******** if we want to take back what is rightfully ours.
So, brothers and sisters, who is brave enough to fight alongside me and drive these things back to their graves? Who will be honourable enough to earn what they deserve? Who will be corageous enough to fight even though there is a risk of death? But, friends I am offering you a choice. You can either live a life of fear; constantly hiding from death, or you can attempt to change the future for better and for generations to come. So, who will join me?
Hopefully will get next chapter finished and will post iut asap
 Advertising space · Sat Apr 26, 2008 @ 07:39pm · 8 Comments |
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