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Zombie WalkThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Friday, 25 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      They walked in the middle of the streets, through tightly knitted groups of people, and across traffic with complete disregard for public law and personal safety. They were zombies. Or, zombie reenactors to be exact. Reenacting the hordes of the undead that had swept our streets not just two weeks ago. Walking around one of the busiest and most alcoholic parts of town they harassed those with high and low spirits. There was no prejudice amongst zombies. Everyone is a potential victim. Even those who had yet to be born and were still growing in their mother’s wombs. “Get the Hell off me!” An angry drunken man yelled shoving a young zombie face first into a lamp post. “Rick what the **** are you doing?” The man’s friend screamed before pushing him into a black truck and speeding away. The young zombie remained on the ground motionless as his horde moved on without him. As they crossed the street the sounds of a drunken woman filled the night air. “Zzzzzoooooombies!” She shrieked slamming her foot down on the gas pedal. Her car launched off the stop line where the law required that she still remain. Recklessly she sped into the horde knocking zombies in every direction. Left, right, up, down the bodies were sent everywhere without a seconds thought. As the woman drove off into the neon lit night the remaining zombies courteously removed the injured off the street creating a pile of moaning tattered clothes covered in make up and blood. Once again the horde moved on ignoring the agonizing screams from their fellow undead. As they moved on down the city an enraged middle aged man drunk off of everclear and brandishing a bat appeared out of nowhere. "You fuckin' freaks!" He screamed striking the leader in the back of the head as the bat indiscrimenantly ricocheted off random bodies. Diving into the mass of zombies without hesitation the man propelled his bat at a very living and very aware pair of testicles. The screams that were released from his victim only seemed to send the man into a deeper rage. As he continued his assault taking down a number of zombies his eyes blazed with searing flames of blood lust. Only moments after his attack had begun the man suddenly vanished from the crowd before any vengeance could be placed upon him. Left without a target to release the bitterness and anger that had built up and swelled like an over inflated balloon the once peaceful mob walked the streets after once again piling up their beaten and broken searching for a scapegoat to tear apart for its brothers and sisters who could no longer participate in the zombie walk. It didn’t take long once they had circled back around. Coming upon their fallen brethren the horde witnessed an unforgivable act taking place in front of their make-up decayed eyes. A group of young drunks were surrounding the pile defecating on the semi-conscience bodies hooting and hollering as their urine washed away the face paint and replaced it with a layer of shame that was much harder to wash off. Upon jumping on the scene the mob leapt into action without a moments thought for doubt or consequence. Violence erupted on the street as zombies and drunks traded blows splattering small puddles of blood throughout the pavement. Heads were bludgeoned, bones were broken, and designer clothes were destroyed. At one point a participant on the zombie team, who had gotten too deep into his role, actually bit into the neck of a drunken college student. Delving into the flesh with a formerly unknown hunger the zombie relished in the spray of blood that leapt into his mouth with such a force that it could only be caused from a punctured artery. Witnessing the actions of their comrade the others wasted no time in finding necks or hunks of flesh of their own. Horrible screams filled the night air as the zombies proclaimed their victory by tearing apart pieces of the individuals who had dared to mock them. As the sirens approached the group scattered picking up their urine soaked family as they fled. When the police finally arrived at the scene they were shocked to see body parts splayed out on the sidewalk with bite marks covering their ripped appendages. “Dispatch we’re under zombie invasion repeat we’re under zombie invasion,” An officer said into the radio piece. “Again?” Dispatch responded in disbelief. “Yes again. Inform the city to arm itself I repeat inform the city to arm itself. Those zombie bastards are out there somewhere and we’re going to take every single one of them down tonight.” “Roger that.” Dispatch said clicking off. As the police spread out to search for the living insane another victim was being taken not one block away. But she couldn’t scream for help as her throat had been ripped open. She had dared to laugh at them. The End.
Author's Note: I don't know if any of you have heard of a zombie walk but what they do is get a group of 'zombies' to go around town and attack planned victems in front of anyone fortunate enough to be out at that time. We had around 200 participatants which was awesome.Once I saw them pass me I had to follow with my notebook as I wrote this story. It's kind of messy but compared to the original pages I wrote on while walking it doesn't seem so bad. If you ever hear about one of these go check it out. It's a pretty good time. Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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