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appaulingly apocalyptic. pt 2 |
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i didnt do much today, so im just furthuring my story. here.
It was back when i was young- john tells me 3 or 4- when it happened. I was hiding out with my parents, i was oblivious of the undead, as if the world was peaceful as could be. I thought that birds were always just bad luck, and we don't go near them, and if they start circling, we ran, because we were racing or playing a game. now i know the truth.
The night it happened, it was dark, but it was a close night. I felt happy, because my parents kept playing with me, but i was confused because they kept crying.
John tells me that it was because someone was broadcasting on the radio, that a mass sum of undead were coming. I am always horrified because one thing i remember is i was being loud. That's when my parents grabbed me up, and shushed me. Then the scream.
John says there was another girl wandering about, that drew them close. She screamed, and we went quiet. the candles went off, and we froze. The moonlight, seemed almost brighter than usual. There was nothing, for minutes. Then we saw a shadow, and i did the worst. I cried.
Immediately, there were moans, and scratches, and shattering glass. My mum ran up and hid me in the rafters, with a tear in her eye..
Then i heard pounding, and gunshots. Then for a minute, nothing. I opened my eyes, dead afraid, and laid there for a minute, waiting for my mum and pa. after awhile, i looked over, to see an undead, slowly shuffling towards me... and then i blacked out.
From then on, it's all what john tells me.
It got right next to me, and i wouldn't be living, if i hadn't fainted, because i dropped down banging my head.
John says that he heard the girls scream, and ran, only to find her dead, but followed the path anyway, to our abandoned house.
He always tries to make me laugh, when telling me, by saying how brave and heroic he was, "spankin' shotgun" as he says. He must be really old, because i have never heard the term "spankin' shotgun". It's never really funny, but i laugh anyway, to show him I'm aright. Sometimes, i don't think he believes me.
He goes into the house, shooting each one twice, and when he thought it was hopeless, and he killed all of he thought were there, he turned and left- or almost left. He got just out the door, when he heard me fall. I still can't figure out why he did it, whether he was just in a bloodlust rage, thinking there were more, or he thought there may be a survivor, but he ran, somehow already knowing where to go. And as he knows I'm hurting from the story, he tried to end fast, saying, "so i just shot him". But i know theres more.
When i woke up, i was in a box, in some survivor camp. i crawled out, and started to run, but someone grabbed my arm, and said your not going' anywhere. I was never sure if it was john or not, but somehow i ended up back with him. And I've traveled with him ever since.
there's some things, like the box he was in, that come in later.
 the biddings of Dr Seuss · Thu Sep 02, 2010 @ 12:29am · 1 Comments |
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