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(via xenx)

            Your high heels click across the floor as you enter the studio. “Hello is anyone there?” you shout as you realize that the lights are off. There was a shoot scheduled for today and you are absolutely sure of it. Damn that stupid agent of yours, setting you up on another phony gig! You deserve better! The sound of your stilettos clicking against the granite floor radiates anger as you start to leave. CRASH! You turn around to see a photographer knocking over equipment. “It’s your own damn fault you know! If you were able to organize things better maybe your staff would show up on time” His only reply is low moan. All of the sudden the flash goes off startling you. “God are you hung over or something? I am not going to have my picture taken without my makeup done first. Though I suppose your drunk ass can’t afford a makeup artist.” You strut over to the barren makeup counter and flick on the lights. Again, the man behind you just groans. Why am I always stuck with the idiotic drunks? I need to get a new agent; he’s just wasting my talent. You are applying your eyeliner when the man violently grabs your hand and digs his teeth into it. Screaming you try to run away from the maniac, but your heals get caught on some wires and you fall causing you to break your leg. You can only scream as he devours you…

            Beauty is nothing without intelligence. However, intelligence can be great without beauty.  

                 You walk into the room prepared to deal with another homeless lunatic, presumably just out for prescription painkillers. The man on the bed is thrashing around wildly pulling on the restraints so hard that you hear the snap of his left wrist breaking, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. “Would somebody give this damn beast some sedative already” you shout at the nurses. “We have a couple of times no matter how much we give him he wont quiet down!” one barks back. Great another idiot who did too much PCP it looks like you are going to have to handle this one yourself big guy. You instruct the nurses to leave him be until he comes down off of his high. The snap of the right wrist reminds you that the restraints he is wont hold him. You catch the last nurse to leave and ask her to bring the full body restraints. After are the belts and locks are put into place you send her away. You make quick work of setting his wrists temporarily, but as you attach him to the monitors you notice that they aren’t registering. Damn this cheap hellhole if one things working then another is broken. You grab the equipment from the room next-door and again you can’t get a read off of this guy. Putting your fingers to his neck you realize you can’t get a pulse even though he is thrashing against his restraints harder than ever. As continue to try to find a pulse he jerks his head and scratches your fingers with his teeth. “Ouch! I was just trying to help you! Fucking bastard fine stay here by yourself until you come down off your stupid high!” you scream into his face. Storming out of the room you clean your hand up and then move on to tend to other patients. Eventually you get a pounding headache and you decide to sleep in the on call room until it’s over.

            Hospitals are a breeding ground for diseases and wonderful starting points for pandemics. Do not be afraid to ask your doctor to put on gloves or wash their hands before they touch you. Also take note of how your doctor is feeling, if they are ill it is best for you to request for someone else to look at you. Most people are oblivious to the number of deaths caused by doctors spreading infections to patients. Various types of staph infections are prevalent in most hospitals. The most notorious would be MRSA that is resilient to most forms of treatment. Though not terminal in all cases MRSA does have a very high mortality rate. Though you can’t keep yourself from ever getting ill, it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t take strides in order to protect yourself.

             “Satan’s army has been unleashed upon the earth! God is the only one who can help us now. He will save the believers I am sure of it!” you scream as you run through the town to the only save place you know. As you reach the church you see a flood of people swarming inside and you quickly join them. Once everyone is inside people quickly move to shut the large wooden doors. You hear the groans of the Devil’s minions coming from outside, but you know that you are safe in the arms of God. The priest leads everyone in a prayer as some of the parishioners pour holy water on the wounded. SMACK! A rotting hand slaps the window leaving behind a print in blood. Some people scream, but you are calm fore the Lord will save you. Again the priest leads everyone in a prayer, this time to make the demons go away. You see a thousand shadows coming at the windows and as you hear the glass cracking the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Everyone around you is crying and praying, but the glass begins fall to pieces as the monsters begin to climb through the empty panes. People brandish crucifixes on them and spray them with holy water, but that only seems to make things worse. Everyone is now in panic trying to climb the walls and escape. With so many of God’s loving children being destroyed right before your eyes you can’t help but wonder, why would he do this to us? You feel teeth scraping against the back of your scalp and as you smell the putrid breath you realize that he abandoned you.

            People often find it necessary to find some sort of crutch to lean on in order to handle the dark realities of life. These crutches can come in many different forms such as religion, substance abuse, addictions, complete withdrawal from society, etc. However, when something tragic happens these crutches most often make things much worse even though the people using them don’t usually realize this. Everyone has something or someone they depend on, but when it gets to a point where you can’t live without it/them that is when it/they become a crutch. The important thing to remember is that you can survive without these things/people and the sooner you realize this the better. Otherwise you are putting yourself at a higher risk to meet a horrible demise.

             Chainsaws, sledgehammers, and baseball bats OH MY! You let out a small chuckle as you look upon your arsenal with pride. It’s time to go kick some zombie ass! Kicking down the door over dramatically, you spot your first target lumbering through your yard. The sound of the chainsaw starting makes it aware of your presence and as it starts sprinting towards you three more figures pop up in the distance. You power right through the zombie’s head with one quick stroke. The feeling of the cold splatter against for face triggers something primal in you and as more and more of the undead rush towards you, you take them down with ease, but there are still more coming and you have run out of gas. Time to switch to plan b. The sledgehammer makes even quicker work of taking them down, sending brain matter and bone flying everywhere. However the head of the hammer gets stuck in the skull of what used to be your neighbor. You laugh as you think about how he won’t return your tools even in death. So you finish up with the baseball bat, which turns out to be messier than the other two because it requires you take multiple strikes per zombie. You are tired so you go back inside, lock up, and take a much needed shower. As you are enjoying your dinner, you notice that you aren’t getting any less hungry no matter how much you eat, you chalk it up to working so hard today. Then your vision starts to fade to black and you realize something is dreadfully wrong.

            It never ceases to surprise me how careless some people can be about using simple prevention methods to keep themselves from becoming deathly ill. So here are a few rules for all the numbskulls out there who think of themselves as invincible.

Rule One. You are not invincible and you never will be, get over it.

Rule Two. Always be careful of what and where you eat. If you enjoy consuming raw meat always go to a professional to have it prepared, because food borne illness sucks.

Rule Three. Don’t share needles; doing hard drugs or steroids is just plain stupid.

Rule Four. Always be careful around blood; AIDS and other blood borne pathogens suck.

Rule Five. Do not pet the strange animals. Rabies, no matter how fun it seems, is a horrible disease, which can lead to a horrible and painful death if it goes untreated. Even being treated for it sucks because its seven farking needles in your abdomen.

And finally, Rule Six. The zombie virus is contagious, so when killing a zombie avoid blood spatter at all costs and keep any cuts or orifices covered.

Thank you, and have a safe and happy zombie filled New Year.

                   The gates of the zoo on a Saturday, once a booming hubbub of activity, now the only noise is that of an undead security guard trapped in a booth. Reaching his hands between the metal bars looking at you with a hungry anticipation. You chuckle, as you watch some birds staring at the man, thinking about how the human race is now the spectacle to the animals. It hasn’t been long since the infection destroyed all that was left of our crumbling society, in fact it’s only been a few days. That’s why you are here to feed the surviving animals and set them free. They don’t need their cages anymore, it seems that all the other inhabitants of the world have been doing quite well; humans were only having trouble because they abandoned their natural instincts a long time ago. You begin setting at your work, amazed at how many animals have lived without four days with food. All but a couple of birds remain fairly well, other than being famished. As you make your way to the primates’ enclosures you smell that wretched odor of death. Cautiously you look around to see that though starving and in fear all of them seem fine, that is until you look at the gorilla habitat. There is blood spray all over the large glass window and a lone zookeeper (or what used to be one) is roaming the cage with a few of the larger adult male gorillas joining him. They look horrible with missing limbs, broken teeth, and dead eyes. You sigh and continue with your work setting all of the other primates free and as they run as far away as possible from the undead. You take one last look at the stained glass when you notice something odd up in the corner. It is a small female with the feet of her young wrapped around her; they are hiding up in the corner of the cage curled up into a ball. You can’t leave them there to die like that, so you make your way to the keepers’ entrance and from the safety of the barred door you shoot the keeper and all but the two survivors. Entering the cage you call softly to the mother and babe. They climb down slowly from their perch without bothering to look at you. You can’t resist reaching out a hand to touch the fur on the top of its head. Suddenly, before you can even react, the mother turns and digs her jagged teeth deep into your arm. Pulling back you see the tell tale white eyes and the half eaten baby on her chest.

            Cuteness can be a formidable weapon. It instills an easy ability to gain trust where, in most often the cases, it is not deserved. This is a factor for both humans and animals alike. There are many people who go throughout their lives striving to seem as innocent and perfect as possible in order to con or manipulate another person. With animals the cuteness simply leads to curiosity and a seemingly innocent nature, but we have all seen the attacks where someone is killed by something positively adorable. Take hippos for example, we have adored them in cartoons and even a board game, but they kill more people than lions do every year. It is like putting a grenade in a teddy bear. Speaking of teddy bear who in their crazy little mind decided to make a toy based on something so god damn vicious. Probably the same person who decided to feed the bear apples and then was surprised when it wanted their arm as well. Just remember children even though something is positively adorable it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have sharp pointy teeth with which it would like to tear a delicious chunk of your flesh off and eat it.

            Barricaded alone in your fortress with the undead clawing and tearing and the wooden panels that cover the windows and doors. You have enough provisions to last months, but you haven’t eaten in days. The constant groaning that was once the cause of all your nightmares has become the only comfort you have. The horde’s chorus is now your only remaining connection to anything other than yourself. You look down at the arm you had severed off of one of them when you were preparing your own prison. There is a needle in the med kit across the room; you don’t have to be alone anymore. That one thought leaves you trembling as your eyes glance up at the red and white box. Your feet feel like lead as you slowly cross the room. The latch proves difficult to open with your shaking hands. Finally, you slam the metal box onto the floor, watching as its entire contents fly in every direction. The scraping against the wooden barriers becomes more urgent as the rotting ears hear the commotion inside. The needle lays at your feet and as you pick it up your hand stills. This time you run across the room to the arm and jab the syringe into its stiffened flesh and slowly as you pull up the plunger the base fills with the thick black congealed blood. Putting the needle down you use a rope tied to the lock on the front door and tie the other end to your ankle. You walk back to the black vial and quickly jab it into your jugular there is a fiery pain now coursing through you, but it doesn’t matter soon you will be with your new family.

            The urge we all as humans feel to belong is what could easily become our destruction.

            The clicking of their paws across your tile floor has grown from cute to ominous. Their once soft fur now lay in patches across their rotting flesh. You had thought the cage you had provided them with was strong enough to hold them until they found a cure, but you have been proved disastrously wrong. You couldn’t bring yourself to kill the last being that meant something to you before the apocalypse happened. Already, you have had to kill all of your friends and family, you could not bring yourself to kill your last remaining connection to the world before the pandemic. Now, your once loving pet looks up at you with open jaws and dead eyes. Perhaps it is time for you to join them, you don’t have much choice anyway. It’s either become one of the living dead or be alone in this living hell. Well at the very least maybe you wont be so alone anymore…

            I myself am one of the many people who feels more of a connection with other species than their own kind. It might seem tragic or ill to another, however this “affliction” is fairly common, thus there is the use of animals to get people to open up in therapy. This technique has proven incredibly useful in both children and adults alike. Reason being is that it is so much easier to talk to someone with limitless love and no reason to judge you. Myself in particular find that my animals happen to be much better conversational partners with greater input, than the vast majority of the babbling idiots I am surrounded by. My truly close friends are few with only five that I feel comfortable talking to about my innermost thoughts and feelings. However, I have seven animals in my house alone, that I can have incredible discussions with. Not to mention any bug or wild creature is more worth talking to than the average Joe on the street. So now that brings me to the point I was making before, if some horrible tragedy had occurred who would you try hardest to save? Don’t lie to yourself either; lying to yourself gets you nowhere fast.

        The congealed blood sitting still in the veins of the living dead freezes quickly. As their limbs become even less limber than before, they fall into the white powder. Over a period of mere hours the view of the world becomes once more peaceful as the snow covers up the horde like white out over a spelling error.

            Winter is a time of rejuvenation, a time for clean slates and new beginnings. The future pages of our lives are once again blank and must be filled with the script of our dreams.

A brief introduction …

“I also have always liked the monster within idea. I like the zombies being us. Zombies are the blue-collar monsters.”

George A. Romero

            Should I show the world the monster I truly am? Or should I hide myself behind a mask only ever coming close to pretending that I am “normal” person? It is my personal belief that everyone at some point or another asks themselves these questions. It is also my personal belief that we are all monsters and freaks in some way or another, however most people are adept at hiding this. In my opinion, why bother? I understand that some things are more difficult/embarrassing to expose about yourself, but once you come to a point in life when you can let everyone know as much of what’s going on in your head as possible, then you have achieved in some way or another Zen.