Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Aug 29, 2009 12:31:34 GMT -5
Okay, so if anyone can give me advice/help, or any sort of editing really, that would be very, very good. I plan on getting this published one day, and I need help first.
~*~
Flesh Banquet.
A zombie tale
By: Seth Norman
The Wolf Tamer
Aka
Donut the Spartan
Angel Of Death
Deceipt
Angel of the Dead
Time lost its effect on humanity. The only measure of time that mattered was the sand glass, it counted down, and when all the sand got to the bottom...Time in itself ended. This is the only thing each human now cares about in time and consistency. All that which matters now is how much longer? How much longer can I hold out until they get me? How much longer must I hide in terror as day turns to night and nights turns to day, as my very reality is flipped and turned upside down, how much longer will god not have mercy on my soul?
For now the only remaining humans left are hiding behind barricades in terror...or, they are one of them. Mindlessly searching for the next poor soul to feast on, the next person that wonders out and away from safety. Or they are mindlessly beating and thrashing at a barricaded wall, desperately trying to get a taste of the human inside. Yes, they are zombies. Nobody knows what made them zombies, and nobody particularly cares, all they want, is to survive.
At first, there was but a single zombie. It walked this earthly plain until it had found a person, then took its chance to leap. The creature attacked the person, biting him viscously, ripping away at its flesh and swallowing the blood. After a few seconds of this pain the person began to convalesce, as if having a seizure. The zombie had stopped attacking, and looked around, it found somebody else, and attacked them the same way. The person who was attacked initially jumped up to their feet, rabid just like the attacker. Then they too joined the person in the ranks of the zombies.
~~~
Seth lived in a quickly growing town named Surprise Arizona. Lately, there had been a boom in population as people flocked in from California and Mexico. He wore a blue full body cloak, and had a dark blue tattoo across his hooded face. The tattoo was in the shape of a crescent moon, and went from above his right eyebrow, to just below his right lip. He was walking down a busy street called Grand Ave. There were traffic jams of cars trying to drive by, but all they could do was get backed up in a long line.
He walked by the main part of town, on his right a large shopping center; Best Buy, Target, Chik Fillet, Bed Bath and Beyond ( He never understood what was beyond ), and even his favorite, a Barnes & Noble bookstore. But he walked on a sidewalk adjacent to the shopping center, next to the street. He wasn't here to shop. In his hand, which was hidden underneath his coat, he held a revolver. It was his gun of choice. He had a lot of experience with weapons, how to use them, and when. He grinned.
Seth belonged to a group named the Blue Moon Cult. They were a zealot group that was spawned off of Christianity. Their leader believed that God had spoken to him, saying, 'The world of Men has gone too far into the wicked belief of tradition. No longer can I simply stand by as they refuse me, no longer can I ignore it. So now it is necessary for mans curse to be lifted, for all men to leave their Earthly plains and either join with me to salvation, or reckon for what they deserve, strive forth now toward salvation, spare neither Wicked nor Saint.'
So they began on a crusade to kill. They killed people of any age, of any religion, of anything other than their own cult. This crusade ended with their own death. But each one did not fear dying to kill their prey. They did not throw their lives away recklessly, but they did not commit any sin other than murder to keep it. They believed the sooner they died, the sooner they left the wicked and entered to heaven. But they had a strict code of ethics in which none could enjoy killing, or mention a blood lust.
Seth was out to claim the required one kill a week. He had taken precautionary steps to mask himself, wearing underneath his cloak a mask and a brand new outfit that covered his physical traits. He smiled again. Soon he could bring another closer to judgment. As he looked for somebody to shoot, preferably a Christian, so as to send them to heaven, he saw somebody running out of the corner of a building. They charged at a resident trying to get in their car. Then they tackled them, and began biting into their skin. Seth watched as blood rushed out from them and the person screamed and begged for mercy.
Seth frowned, the first thing that came to mind was zombie. He was always a paranoid person, always had a zombie plan. For a moment a wave of giddiness rushed to him. He leaped over a wall, and ran across a bed of rocks to the parking lot the person had been bitten at. The attacker looked at him with rabid eyes, and blood leaking from his mouth, he hissed loudly and ran at Seth. Seth lifted his Revolver to the man and pulled the trigger as the gun's barrel lined in with the things forehead. He didn't know if this was the living dead, or just a rabid person, but shooting in the head would be effective either way. He looked down on the victim.
The victim was spasming out wildly, his limbs and chest thrashing back and forth in incredible pain. He then he foamed at the mouth, and spit a mass of blood. His eyes leaked red, and he hissed like the attacker did. Seth thought to himself, "Yes...Its a zombie." he shot it in the head, blood splattering the ground, and then he left.
There were four bullets left in his revolver.
Seth was about to turn tail and run back to his house, but then he heard something behind him. He turned and saw the Best Buy. People were running out, fleeing. He ran through the parking lot until he was only a couple hundred feet away from the entrance. Then he saw them. The Zombies were pouring out of the entrance of the best buy in great masses. Hordes of them. Each spread out to attack the various unknowing passer byers. He observed that most of the zombies only had blood coming from their mouths, or eyes, from when they had bitten someone. This giving telltale signs that the infection wasn't just a sort of reanimation of dead bodies. No, the people were fully alive. This meant anything that could kill a regular human most probably could kill them.
Likely though they could take hits and still move. Because whenever they seemed to be in pain from the little resistance of their food, they didn't even flinch, merely making their way around it. Possibly a bullet could push them back or knock them over but they'd be back up again soon. In all of his contemplation, he almost didn't notice the zombie running toward him. He turned toward it dully, and noticed a few more behind it. He lifted his revolver and shot it in the forehead. A good chunk of its brain dissapeared along with the skin on the back of its head. For a second Seth could see a hole going straight through, then its heart beat for the last time, and blood pumped into the exit hole. The wretched thing died then, falling forward while still trying to run at him. But that ceased once it landed on what was left of its face.
Seth looked at the onslaught headed for him. Frowning and, gun still in hand, turning, he ran. He noticed somebody getting in their car and turning the ignition key, making the car start. He grinned as he though, 'escape'. He shot one bullet through their window, and it blasted through, hitting the driver in the head and staining the Drivers side window, but not the front window. Seth stopped only to smash in the remaining glass on the window, and then throw himself into the car. He turned as a zombie tried to come in with him, but clumsily and head first, trying to crawl in. A boot to the head knocked him out of the car. Seth opened the drivers door only long enough to push the drivers body out. Then he put the car in reverse as two more zombies jumped at his front window.
Another jumped in the side seat window like the first, trying to crawl in. Seth growled in anger and backed up. The two zombies in front flew off with the momentum, and the car went right in between two poles that almost scraped up against it. The zombie that was foolishly trying to get in was cut in half, his top half falling in the car. Seth frowned in a load of disgust. Then it looked up at him screaming for food. Seth went wide eyed and quickly put the butt of his pistol to its forehead, that did nothing but restrain it. He still backed up but took both hands off of the steering wheel as he parried its hands away from pulling his arm into biting distance. Then it just died of blood loss...or something.
There was a sigh that came from Seth. Then the car slammed into the back of a wall. Seth's whole body jolted violently in the whiplash, his head hitting the back of his seat hard. A ringing struck his head, and lingered for a few seconds. He sighed again, this time not with relief. He opened the passenger door and kicked the new body out of his new car. Then he closed it, being careful to avoid the blood that stained his passenger seat.
Seth was a boy of only Eighteen. He didn't exactly have a drivers license. His Mother and Father died before they took him to get it, and his foster parents wouldn't give one to him, but once he was eighteen he then owned the house, and was supposed to get one in a week or so. Luckily, he didn't exactly live alone. This meant he had a fort, and soldiers within it. A haven in which he could feel secure. He looked around the car, then he spotted at cellphone. It was a nice black one with a red outline. He flipped it open and pressed a few buttons. After waiting a while for it to ring someone answered on the other side, "Hello?"
"Cid?"
"Yes? Who is this?"
"Its Seth." Came the mumbled reply, "Look, I've come across a problem."
"And whats that?"
Seth hesitated, "Bluntly? Zombies."
There was a sigh on the other line. "Seriously, what's the problem?"
Seth spoke softly and calmly, "I just told you, zombies." He then sighed himself, "I swear its real this time."
"I'm not...wait, you swear?" Cid asked, he was startled.
"Yeah." Seth replied, "I swear. I have never broken a swear. Never will."
"NO!" He shouted, "Why, thats impossible, why should I believe you."
Seth began, but was interrupted by a rant, "Haven't you ever read the boy who cried wolf. He was lying the first two times, and the final time a wolf came out, he cried wolf and it ate him because nobody believed he was telling the truth and wouldn't come out to look."
Seth held the phone out to a sidewalk and pointed it at two people on top of another person. He turned on the video and sent a direct feed to Cid. The feed was of two zombies, viscously ripping the flesh of the victim apart. Blood was spewing everywhere. After a while they stopped, and one looked up at him. It hissed a horrid hiss and started running at him. Seth gunned it and started off. The zombie trailing behind him, he was driving as fast as possible. Then Seth stopped the live feed.
"Yeah. I read the book. Only this time when I cry wolf, the wolf is going to eat you."
~*~
Flesh Banquet.
A zombie tale
By: Seth Norman
The Wolf Tamer
Aka
Donut the Spartan
Angel Of Death
Deceipt
Angel of the Dead
Time lost its effect on humanity. The only measure of time that mattered was the sand glass, it counted down, and when all the sand got to the bottom...Time in itself ended. This is the only thing each human now cares about in time and consistency. All that which matters now is how much longer? How much longer can I hold out until they get me? How much longer must I hide in terror as day turns to night and nights turns to day, as my very reality is flipped and turned upside down, how much longer will god not have mercy on my soul?
For now the only remaining humans left are hiding behind barricades in terror...or, they are one of them. Mindlessly searching for the next poor soul to feast on, the next person that wonders out and away from safety. Or they are mindlessly beating and thrashing at a barricaded wall, desperately trying to get a taste of the human inside. Yes, they are zombies. Nobody knows what made them zombies, and nobody particularly cares, all they want, is to survive.
At first, there was but a single zombie. It walked this earthly plain until it had found a person, then took its chance to leap. The creature attacked the person, biting him viscously, ripping away at its flesh and swallowing the blood. After a few seconds of this pain the person began to convalesce, as if having a seizure. The zombie had stopped attacking, and looked around, it found somebody else, and attacked them the same way. The person who was attacked initially jumped up to their feet, rabid just like the attacker. Then they too joined the person in the ranks of the zombies.
~~~
Seth lived in a quickly growing town named Surprise Arizona. Lately, there had been a boom in population as people flocked in from California and Mexico. He wore a blue full body cloak, and had a dark blue tattoo across his hooded face. The tattoo was in the shape of a crescent moon, and went from above his right eyebrow, to just below his right lip. He was walking down a busy street called Grand Ave. There were traffic jams of cars trying to drive by, but all they could do was get backed up in a long line.
He walked by the main part of town, on his right a large shopping center; Best Buy, Target, Chik Fillet, Bed Bath and Beyond ( He never understood what was beyond ), and even his favorite, a Barnes & Noble bookstore. But he walked on a sidewalk adjacent to the shopping center, next to the street. He wasn't here to shop. In his hand, which was hidden underneath his coat, he held a revolver. It was his gun of choice. He had a lot of experience with weapons, how to use them, and when. He grinned.
Seth belonged to a group named the Blue Moon Cult. They were a zealot group that was spawned off of Christianity. Their leader believed that God had spoken to him, saying, 'The world of Men has gone too far into the wicked belief of tradition. No longer can I simply stand by as they refuse me, no longer can I ignore it. So now it is necessary for mans curse to be lifted, for all men to leave their Earthly plains and either join with me to salvation, or reckon for what they deserve, strive forth now toward salvation, spare neither Wicked nor Saint.'
So they began on a crusade to kill. They killed people of any age, of any religion, of anything other than their own cult. This crusade ended with their own death. But each one did not fear dying to kill their prey. They did not throw their lives away recklessly, but they did not commit any sin other than murder to keep it. They believed the sooner they died, the sooner they left the wicked and entered to heaven. But they had a strict code of ethics in which none could enjoy killing, or mention a blood lust.
Seth was out to claim the required one kill a week. He had taken precautionary steps to mask himself, wearing underneath his cloak a mask and a brand new outfit that covered his physical traits. He smiled again. Soon he could bring another closer to judgment. As he looked for somebody to shoot, preferably a Christian, so as to send them to heaven, he saw somebody running out of the corner of a building. They charged at a resident trying to get in their car. Then they tackled them, and began biting into their skin. Seth watched as blood rushed out from them and the person screamed and begged for mercy.
Seth frowned, the first thing that came to mind was zombie. He was always a paranoid person, always had a zombie plan. For a moment a wave of giddiness rushed to him. He leaped over a wall, and ran across a bed of rocks to the parking lot the person had been bitten at. The attacker looked at him with rabid eyes, and blood leaking from his mouth, he hissed loudly and ran at Seth. Seth lifted his Revolver to the man and pulled the trigger as the gun's barrel lined in with the things forehead. He didn't know if this was the living dead, or just a rabid person, but shooting in the head would be effective either way. He looked down on the victim.
The victim was spasming out wildly, his limbs and chest thrashing back and forth in incredible pain. He then he foamed at the mouth, and spit a mass of blood. His eyes leaked red, and he hissed like the attacker did. Seth thought to himself, "Yes...Its a zombie." he shot it in the head, blood splattering the ground, and then he left.
There were four bullets left in his revolver.
Seth was about to turn tail and run back to his house, but then he heard something behind him. He turned and saw the Best Buy. People were running out, fleeing. He ran through the parking lot until he was only a couple hundred feet away from the entrance. Then he saw them. The Zombies were pouring out of the entrance of the best buy in great masses. Hordes of them. Each spread out to attack the various unknowing passer byers. He observed that most of the zombies only had blood coming from their mouths, or eyes, from when they had bitten someone. This giving telltale signs that the infection wasn't just a sort of reanimation of dead bodies. No, the people were fully alive. This meant anything that could kill a regular human most probably could kill them.
Likely though they could take hits and still move. Because whenever they seemed to be in pain from the little resistance of their food, they didn't even flinch, merely making their way around it. Possibly a bullet could push them back or knock them over but they'd be back up again soon. In all of his contemplation, he almost didn't notice the zombie running toward him. He turned toward it dully, and noticed a few more behind it. He lifted his revolver and shot it in the forehead. A good chunk of its brain dissapeared along with the skin on the back of its head. For a second Seth could see a hole going straight through, then its heart beat for the last time, and blood pumped into the exit hole. The wretched thing died then, falling forward while still trying to run at him. But that ceased once it landed on what was left of its face.
Seth looked at the onslaught headed for him. Frowning and, gun still in hand, turning, he ran. He noticed somebody getting in their car and turning the ignition key, making the car start. He grinned as he though, 'escape'. He shot one bullet through their window, and it blasted through, hitting the driver in the head and staining the Drivers side window, but not the front window. Seth stopped only to smash in the remaining glass on the window, and then throw himself into the car. He turned as a zombie tried to come in with him, but clumsily and head first, trying to crawl in. A boot to the head knocked him out of the car. Seth opened the drivers door only long enough to push the drivers body out. Then he put the car in reverse as two more zombies jumped at his front window.
Another jumped in the side seat window like the first, trying to crawl in. Seth growled in anger and backed up. The two zombies in front flew off with the momentum, and the car went right in between two poles that almost scraped up against it. The zombie that was foolishly trying to get in was cut in half, his top half falling in the car. Seth frowned in a load of disgust. Then it looked up at him screaming for food. Seth went wide eyed and quickly put the butt of his pistol to its forehead, that did nothing but restrain it. He still backed up but took both hands off of the steering wheel as he parried its hands away from pulling his arm into biting distance. Then it just died of blood loss...or something.
There was a sigh that came from Seth. Then the car slammed into the back of a wall. Seth's whole body jolted violently in the whiplash, his head hitting the back of his seat hard. A ringing struck his head, and lingered for a few seconds. He sighed again, this time not with relief. He opened the passenger door and kicked the new body out of his new car. Then he closed it, being careful to avoid the blood that stained his passenger seat.
Seth was a boy of only Eighteen. He didn't exactly have a drivers license. His Mother and Father died before they took him to get it, and his foster parents wouldn't give one to him, but once he was eighteen he then owned the house, and was supposed to get one in a week or so. Luckily, he didn't exactly live alone. This meant he had a fort, and soldiers within it. A haven in which he could feel secure. He looked around the car, then he spotted at cellphone. It was a nice black one with a red outline. He flipped it open and pressed a few buttons. After waiting a while for it to ring someone answered on the other side, "Hello?"
"Cid?"
"Yes? Who is this?"
"Its Seth." Came the mumbled reply, "Look, I've come across a problem."
"And whats that?"
Seth hesitated, "Bluntly? Zombies."
There was a sigh on the other line. "Seriously, what's the problem?"
Seth spoke softly and calmly, "I just told you, zombies." He then sighed himself, "I swear its real this time."
"I'm not...wait, you swear?" Cid asked, he was startled.
"Yeah." Seth replied, "I swear. I have never broken a swear. Never will."
"NO!" He shouted, "Why, thats impossible, why should I believe you."
Seth began, but was interrupted by a rant, "Haven't you ever read the boy who cried wolf. He was lying the first two times, and the final time a wolf came out, he cried wolf and it ate him because nobody believed he was telling the truth and wouldn't come out to look."
Seth held the phone out to a sidewalk and pointed it at two people on top of another person. He turned on the video and sent a direct feed to Cid. The feed was of two zombies, viscously ripping the flesh of the victim apart. Blood was spewing everywhere. After a while they stopped, and one looked up at him. It hissed a horrid hiss and started running at him. Seth gunned it and started off. The zombie trailing behind him, he was driving as fast as possible. Then Seth stopped the live feed.
"Yeah. I read the book. Only this time when I cry wolf, the wolf is going to eat you."