Hurt

Angry and confused

by your words and actions

I thought I would be ok

again

I thought I had found

"the one"

But it wasn't so

I am still alone

for i have

been abandoned

not once

but three times.

Abandoned

Angry and confused
by your words
and actions

I thought I would
be OK again
I thought that I had found
"the one."

But it isn't so
I'm still alone
for I have

Been abandoned
not once ...
but three times.

The Spaceship and the Budget Committee

I was on an abandoned space station. How did I get here? Where was the meeting? I had a crew of six - and we were all out searching this abandoned facility. We were told to meet here by the federation of the planets to go over some budget changes that would affect our missions.

I motioned to my crew to spread out. I went into this room and saw there was no one there. I was hesitant to turn on the lights, should that attract unwanted attention.

Before I could leave, I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a little girl. The girl was smallish in size and couldn't be more than eight. She was huddled in a corner of the small room, hidden behind some linens. I grabbed her hand and put one finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet. There were monsters orbiting around this station and the last thing that we needed was to attract attention.

I crept down the hall, still holding the girl's hand. I found the hatch where our spaceship was docked. I was about to sneak the girl onto the ship when a monitor flickered. Then, a hologram popped up. It showed a space ship, shaped like a shark. The biggish shark shaped ship was surround by smaller, shark shaped ships. They were approaching rapidly. My crew must have set off a silent alarm. We were going to have to fight our way out of this. I would have to hide the girl somewhere else because the first target would be my ship.

I maneuvered the little girl into a closet nearest to the ship. There was no point in being quiet anymore. I tapped the communicator button on my shirt and spoke to the other crew members.

"Hold on guys, we've got company!"

Then, we heard an explosion on the lower levels of the station. I made sure that my gun was loaded and motioned to the others to double check their guns. Then, they sprung the fight on us. There were gun blasts, death cries, and blood everywhere. I managed to lose one crew member already.

"What do I do now?" I asked myself while still firing my gun.

Just then, one of my crew members Justin, came out of the ship on his motorcycle. He started riding in circles and blasting the enemy with the missiles on the side of his motorcycle (which turned out to be shark shaped aliens with water helmets that allowed them to walk on dry land).

This was our chance. I grabbed the little girl's hand and picked her up. I would hand her off to Justin so that he could get her to the ship. It all happened in slow motion. When I handed her off to Justin, while both of us had her in our arms, she was shot in the stomach twice by one of the enemies. Louise, part of my crew, saw this and shot the alien in the face, rupturing his helmet which made him suffocate.

The little girl started gurgling blood.

"No! No! NO! Stay with me! You hear me? STAY WITH ME!"

I shouted at the girl. I put her on the ground and I started CPR. Justin came up behind me and put his blood stained hands on my shoulders.

"She's gone. There's nothing you can do. Let's go."

I looked at the girl. She was turning a pale blue. Her eyes were open, staring at me, empty.

The Zombie Apocalypse and Me

The zombie apocalypse had happened. What we had been dreading for years had finally come to a horrible truth. It started at the CDC. Someone let the virus get out and then the virus just ... spread. Rapidly. Everywhere. People died in huge clusters but didn't stay dead. They just sat up, looked right through you, and sometimes growled. The "zombies" have a need to eat human flesh, so we stay away from them. We learned that shortly after the apocalypse started and we still had TV. I miss TV.

Anyway, I had been traveling with a small group of survivors for a while. There were six of us total, and that was enough for everyone. If you had more than six people, it would be harder to hide and feed the extras.

We were out hunting for that night's dinner when I tripped and fell. I managed to twist my ankle. I don't think anything was broken but I couldn't walk on it for a few days. It was swollen and needed ice and elevation. The group leader looked displeased when he found out. The group kept on the move. That's part of what had kept them alive for so long.

After the group leader had given me some pain medicine, I went to sleep. While I was asleep, the hunting party got together and carried me into the gas station across town. Thankfully, most of the zombies had been terminated. There were a few zombies here but it wasn't considered "overrun." It had been a small town before it was a zombie safe haven.

I woke up slowly. My vision was a bit blurry. Then, I realized where I was.

The group placed me behind the counter in the gas station. They left me one shotgun a little sack of bread and cheese. They left. They went back, packed up camp, and moved on and LEFT ME in a town I was unfamiliar without any help and unable to walk unassisted. I was going to have to suck it up. I did notice that they had also left antibiotics and pain medicine for the next week.

I felt so helpless and depressed. I understood WHY my group left me but it still hurt. I thought they were friends. I grabbed the shot gun. I could take care of myself.

The Husband and the Movie Theatre

My husband, Jesse, took me to a movie theatre. It was almost abandoned, save three people who worked there. The tiles were falling out of the ceiling and there were leaks everywhere. It looked like a building that should have been condemned a long time ago. There were only about eight people there, not including us, for the movie. As we entered the theatre, we realized something was horribly, horribly wrong. Jesse and I sat in the back right row with one of the girls while everyone else sat in the middle, close to the screen. Hugh Jackson came in and sat beside Jesse, the girl, and myself. The lights lowered and the "movie" started.

As the lights lowered, creatures came out of the walls and started feeding on the people in the middle. Jesse, the girl, Hugh Jackson, and myself ducked and crawled under the row of seats in front of us so that the creatures wouldn't see us. I can only describe the creatures as bat like with griffin features. They had red eyes and yellow teeth and yellow talons.

While the creatures were distracted feeding upon the small group of people, the four of us sneaked out of the theatre and into the lobby, careful to avoid anyone that might work there. We made it outside to our car and jumped in. Jesse started the car but only the battery would cut on. We lifted the hood to find that one of the people who worked there must have cut our belt so that we couldn't go anywhere. I whispered to Jesse to call Geico so that we could be towed out of there - but he proceeded to call a friend to have that friend to pick us up. Until then, we hunkered down in a locked car and hoped that no one would see us.

Hugh Jackson crept out of the car to a car next to us and checked under the hood and proceeded to do that for all cars in the lot. They all had the same issue - a cut belt. The girl started to cry. I hugged her and whispered to her that we were going to be OK. Just then, one of the movie theatre workers came out. We hid behind a car and watched him do a visual sweep of the parking lot. When he was finally satisfied that no one had escaped, he went back into the theatre and cut off the lights.

The friend Jesse called finally showed up. He turned off all of his lights and glided into the parking lot. We jumped into his car and left. I looked behind me and felt sorry for the people who turned into dinner and a movie.