The problem with the end of the world_The Boy, The Ruins, And The Girl Who Shouldn't Have Existe
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The problem with the end of the world
The problem with the end of the world is that you never get a nice day. No matter how good you start off, you always end up in a pile of guts and gore. Today was a good day until the zombies showed up. Sun was shining, no acid clouds melting flesh. There was even a deer with nine eyes that we spotted on our way to get supplies. The Turned ruin everything. I only got this new combat gear yesterday and it's already stained in blood. Theiwww.onedoor.ccr slow stumbling gait as they moved towards us meant we couldn't stop, not even for a baked beans break. We ended up eating while moving which always gives me i...
The Boy, The Ruins, And The Girl Who Shouldn't Have Existed
The smoke-darkened sun shone weakly, casting long shadows all along the remains of what used to be a large, bustling city. There were mighty stone goliaths still standing, showing that even after an era ended, its mark on the world never faded. Some thought this was amazing. A testament to the old era’s power. Others thought it was a blight on the planet. A scar that would never heal. Jason was an optimist. He liked to believe that since these builds could survive, so could he. He was always careful when he walked through these ruins. Not just for his own safety, but also out of respect. Afte...
Reconsidering The Merits Of Incontinence From The Front Row Of The Shit Show
I can hear Valentina in the other room, laughing hysterically. I shudder to think what sort of depravity might be exciting her humors. Since the first day that we arrived in this shady, meth-infested trailer park, she has found constant amusement in the misbehavior of the community's most excessive characters.Yesterday I found her doubled over in hysterics, and when I looked out the window, the couple from across the street were engaged in physical battle on the hood of our car. I ran out screaming at the emaciated warriors, who only had a few pounds on me in combined weight. Suddenly they wer...
Ramen and Zombies
" Why do I look like a cup of ramen?" I say as I point at the orange sweatshirt with the chicken flavored ramen pasted on it. "Your witch costume looked so bad my dog threw up on it thinking it was a piece of garbage," Bethany says as she finishes painting her pinkie finger white."Fair enough." I shrug and I scrawl down some random answers on my homework."And also what's that," I say point outside at a creepy masked figure turning his head in a way that people do in horror movies.Bethany squeals like a pig. She has a habit. We call her Piggy because of it. I open the window as the person start...