The Zombie Titanic

I was tasked along with 8 other people to be on board of the titanic. What no one was meant to know is that the bottom of the super ship carried zombies, demons from hell who fed of flesh and would infect you if they could. We were being punished and being made to take this ... things ... to the middle of the ocean and to drown them. However, the owners didn't tell us how many that they had on board. The zombies were all in the lower cargo bays. The eight of us made our passage down there to the zombies. One of the guys I was with was like a snake charmer. He saw someone grab my leg and I jerked. He told me to relax, and then he sang his chanting song. The arm let go of me. This guy smiled at me and told me he was the zombie whisperer. I was too in awe to argue with him. We still had a LONG way to go. Two of our team got away from us. A mother and her daughter, both of Asian descent.The daughter had the mother's wallet and life is nothing to them without money. The daughter got to the top of the ship and threw the wallet into the deep blue surf. No more wallet. The mother his her knees in anguish and cried.

More to come!

The Nightmare With My Grandfather

Let me give you some background before I tell you what I dreamt. Last year, on March 24, I lost my grandfather. He was my dad and helped to raise me. He was one of the most caring, loving person I've ever met. He was always willing to do things for other people - fix their cars, washing machines, electrical work. He worked at a paper mill and was a very hardworking guy and I love and miss him VERY much. When I got the call that he was dying, I drove as fast as I could to Augusta. I was there with him when he took his last breath, and let me tell you, that is NOT something that leaves your mind very easily. It was so rough. I'm still having problems dealing with it because he was such an important part of my life.

Now for the dream:

I was in the hospital room with him, holding his hand. He was breathing through his mouth and his breathing was very labored. I knew that he was going to go at any minute but I just couldn't bring myself to come to terms with it. He looked at me and rasped that he loved us all (as the entire family was in there) and then he drew his last breath. It was the death rattle. He was gone. I was so upset and crying so hard. He was basically my dad. He bought me my first car, taught me how to drive a stick, bought me clothes, let me live with him when I had no where else to go, took me on trips, and made prom special for me. He was such a great guy.

Then, things changed. His glossy eyes flew open and he moaned. My grandmother was excited because she thought he was alive. She was trying to hug him but I held her back. He ripped out his IV's and started heading towards us trying to grab us. My grandfather was a zombie. I acted quickly and grabbed the IV pole. To my family's horror, I bashed his head in with the metal IV pole. My family was cussing at me and trying to fight me but I saved their lives. That was horrible. It was the most horrible thing I've had to do.

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.