Sendoff_Being a Zombie Sucks_When The Chosen Fall_Guiding Light
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Sendoff
January 1, 2342 We sat in front of the TV splayed out across the sofa munching on leftover candy from the previous day’s celebration. Volume on low as not to wake the others the news played across the screen. A slender, black-haired UNSEF official dressed in a tailor-made black suit explained the ins and outs of their program to a young, sharp-featured reporter who introduced herself as Mary Taylors. “Every year a random eighteen-year-old is selected to become a member of our Moon colonies”. The official said. “There are several examinations and a health history search. If the candidate ...
Being a Zombie Sucks
Being a Zombie SucksBeing a zombie sucks. And I have my best friend Dave to thank for turning me into one. And now that I am one, I realize I can’t blame him for doing what he couldn’t control . . . trying to eat me alive. Who I can blame, however, are the Swiss. “We love everyone. We’re neutral.” Yeah, right. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the world, they were developing the biological weapon that caused the apocalypse of 2025、 Their official statement was that the world had become too much of a danger to itself. Donald Trump had managed to be elected to a third term as President of the ...
When The Chosen Fall
By the time I stepped out, the leaves were on fire. Just as the mysterious caller had told me. Rising to the sky with a brilliant blue roaring like tigers. Thoroughly convinced of the apocalypse she warned me of, I gingerly stepped back inside and picked up the phone. "OK, I'm convinced," I say. "Now what?" "Now you listen to and do everything I say." I'm a stubborn sort, so this isn't an appealing option. I don't even let my boss boss me around let alone random strangers telling me I hold the key to ending the apocalypse. But with some strange fire beating at my door, I have no choice. I don...
Guiding Light
This was the last place I had seen her.You have no idea how long I've tried to come back to her. The lengths I've gone to find a way. The sacrifices. The deaths.The deck rocks beneath my feet and blood still stains the corners of my fingernails. My cheek throbs with pain but as much as I want to press my hands on it, I know any other movement would result in another strike to my face. The thin shirt and pants useless against the crisp ocean wind biting at my skin. The air tastes more than just salt now. It carries the stench of rotting fish with it.They’re taking me in the right direction.The ...