Carbon Anomaly

3-Inconvenience

2010-01-19T23:04:00.014-07:00

Utter darkness enveloped Aaron and his mind went blank. Icy tentacles of terror slowly enveloped his body and he felt his limbs grow weak. His body shaking, he backed up and bumped into something. The jolt was enough to awaken some of his senses and he realized that there was screaming. It was the woman, behind the counter, with the baby! Then he heard a scrambling sound near to him and several deep gasps. It was Greg, the fat worker who must be trying to crawl away.

Then the banging began. Directly in front of him, Aaron could hear a distinct slamming against what he deduced to be the convenience store doors.

Bang.

The doors that had stood between him and the disfigured creature right before everything went blank.

Bang!

The very doors that slid open for him automatically.

BANG.

The power! Aaron realized. The doors were powered and the storm must have knocked out the power with the lights and now whatever the hell was out there couldn't get in.

BANG!

A feeling of confidence slowly overtook Aaron's previous terror and he began to think quickly. They had to get out of there before the creature broke through, there must be a back door, they also needed lights, Greg should know. "Greg," Aaron whispered, "Greg," Aaron repeated louder groping around the food isle where he remembered hearing Greg moving. "Greg!" Aaron called, "We need to go out the back and we need some lights." No sooner had he finished his sentence then the lights flickered. Aaron felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle. The lights flickered on and off again, and then back on. Turning around Aaron saw a sight that iced his veins. A blood spattered glass door slid open revealing the equally bloodied monstrosity so intent on entering the store. The creature moved fast and soundlessly towards Aaron.

The Gun! His mind screamed as the thing started to fill his view. He started stepping back and began to raise his arm towards the creature when he felt something under his back foot, which soon became his front foot as he fell backwards. He pulled the trigger and the gun kicked in his hand. Then he hit the floor.

Aaron saw the creature fly over him and slam into the food rack. Spewing candy bars and bags of chips, the food rack and creature fell and skidded across the floor into the counter. Turning over onto his stomach he watched as the creature slowly rose to its feet. The terror returned to his body and he felt his limbs go numb and his thoughts slow to a crawl. Aaron watched as the creature, fully illuminated in all of its grotesqueness, slowly began turning around as if scanning the store. He noticed one of its arms was freely spilling blood onto the assortment of processed snacks at its feet.

The screaming started when the lights flickered out again. A loud crunch sounded from where the creature was standing moments before. The screaming turned into panicked and painful sounding shrieks shortly after and they stopped altogether with what sounded to Aaron like a wet towel slapping against a wall.

Aaron noticed his ears were ringing, possibly from the gunshot or from the hammering of his heart. Then he noticed the loud pattering of rain from the storm outside. Finally a strange sort of squishing sound started from behind the counter. Aaron was thinking about how it sounded an awful lot like somebody was wringing out a soaked washcloth when a flash of lightning jolted him back to motion.

Aaron slowly got to his feet. His legs were weak beneath him but he managed to get up and steady himself. He felt a little light-headed. His stomach was twisted in knots. His breath was quick and sharp. The gun in his hand felt heavy in his shaking hand. His thoughts were jumbled and unclear.

The thing was inside. What was it? What is that noise? The screaming was from the woman. Why did it stop? What happened to the fat man? Baby? That noise. Oh god. What did it do to her? What was it still doing to her? Is she dead? She must be dead. It killed her. I am next. What to do?

Then out of the darkness and uncertainty came one very clear and certain thought. Move.

Aaron turned towards the door and started moving. He was almost there when his foot hit an object that clattered loudly and rolled across the floor in front of him. He heard the wet slurping noise stop behind him and a crunch in the darkness. Run!

Moving quicker Aaron reached out and felt the sliding doors in front of him. Finding the seam he slipped his fingers between the doors and jammed one to the left. A gust of cold wind battered him as he slid out of the convenience store. He heard something hit the unmoved door behind him and grunt. Sprint!

Aaron sprinted out into the storm towards where he had parked his truck. Heavy rain fused with the wind to batter and blind him further in the darkness. Jamming his hand into his pocket he found and pushed the buttons on his key fob. He heard the familiar beep-beep of his truck unlocking behind him and turned to see his tail lights flair. That is when a dark object plowed into his side sending him to the slick pavement. Aaron screamed.

Before Aaron could think his right hand was raised and he pulled the trigger. The gun kicked and flashed. The dark figure standing over him stumbled backwards and gasped. Two more flashes and kicks and the figure went down. A wave of confidence swept over Aaron as he rose to his feet. Moving over to the figure he looked down and heard a light-wheezing coming from it. With one more bullet the wheezing stopped and Aaron felt something warm splash his face.

Relief flooded through Aaron as he moved towards his truck. He had killed it and now he could go and save the baby and the fat man. He would need a flashlight though. Opening the door to his truck Aaron leaned over and started feeling around under the passenger seat. Feeling the cold metal cylinder of his emergency flashlight he pulled it out and clicked it on and off. Lightning flashed and Aaron thought he saw something moving by one of the gas pumps in front of his truck. Reaching up Aaron clicked on his truck’s high beams and froze. The creature was standing there seeped in crimson.

The creature just stood there almost staring at Aaron, who just stared back. Then slowly turning his head Aaron glanced behind his truck towards the figure he killed. Gleaming in the eerie red glow of his tail lights were three reflective objects affixed to the dead mass. Two circular lenses and one rectangular name plate that Aaron knew read Greg.

Turning back around Aaron noticed the creature had disappeared. Mind numb and body shivering Aaron got into his truck, locked the doors and started the engine. He then drove away into the darkness trying to get as far away as possible. And when he got to the highway he turned right. Heading north.

How Convenient 2

2008-11-15T23:55:00.009-07:00

PART 2

-dge." Aaron stammered. He stood there for several moments starring at the forearm at his feet. Nausea was growing inside of him his stomach gurgled and his head grew light. He was about to be sick when it started to sprinkle. The rain drops helped to bring him around a little and he started to move towards his truck. Light flashed in his peripheral vision and he started running.

He jumped in the drivers seat and started up his truck. The engine turned over and he put it into gear before flooring the gas. His tires spun gravel behind him before finally catching and lurching him out into the road. He placed the pistol on the passenger seat and turned his whippers and lights on. The sun's last rays were dipping below the horizon and the storm clouds started releasing their load from above. Aaron was wondering if this could possibly get any worse when a he felt his truck kick a little and something splattered over his windshield. The whippers only smeared it around, nearly blocking his view. Aaron turned his brights on and squinted through the shmeck. He was starting to panic, his breath grew quick and his hands started shaking, then he saw a faint light off to his right. He slowed his car and saw the red, white and blue chevron sign out of his side window. Aaron saw that he had passed the off ramp but was able to turn around and head up the on ramp. As he got to the top of the hill he could see that the service station was fully illuminated and a group of cars were scattered around the pumps and mini mart. He could see movement inside the building and headed for it.

Pulling up next to a green slug bug he parked his car and popped open his door. The light-alarm went off making him jump. Quickly flipping the switch off he grabbed the pistol and hopped out. He noticed that there was a cpiece of pale flesh sticking out of his truck's grill and he shivered. He glanced toward the building. The movement in the mini-mart had stopped. Taking a deep breath he moved forward.

Peering through the window near a Bud Light ad he looked around the store. It looked empty. Remembering the uselessness of the pistol he backed up behind the outdoor ice freezer to examine it. He tried to look for a safety but was clueless. Pulling back the slide he could see the brass bullet entering the chamber, then with a sliding of gunmetal and a resounding click he was armed. He thought of firing off a round to test it, but didn't want to waste any. He tried to calm himself as he moved toward the automatic doors. He nearly yelled when his foot bumped into a beer bottle.

Holding the gun in front of him he crept up to the doors that slid open with a slight brush. Stepping in he felt the his neck hairs prickle and stand on end. All he could hear was his heart slamming in his chest and his fast breathing. He was about to turn heel and run when a whimper broke the silence to his right. It came from the cashier counter and sounded stifled. He breathed once and cleared his throat. "Hello?" he asked.

Silence.

"Is anyone there?" Aaron stammered. Someone please be there, he thought. A crumpling sound came from his left and Aaron spun bringing the pistol to bear. He saw a pad of hair and two eyes peer over one of the food isles. He lowered the gun and walked towards the row of assorted snacks. "Hey." He breathed.

A figure stood up in the isle clutching a pole in both hands. It was a man, a rather round stocky man with a pudgy face. He wore a tight blue uniform and a name tag over the breast pocket that read Greg. He also wore a look of horror that was apparent on his face and shaking hands. He coughed a little and managed to stammer out, " W-what do you w-want?"

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief at Greg and lowered his arms. Aaron saw him lower his pole. Aaron was able to manage a little smirk along with "I have absolutely no idea." In response to the question. He wondered if the man had experienced the same thing that he had, and was about to ask when another figure stood up slowly behind the counter.

Aaron glanced over and saw a woman standing near the cash register. She was average height and weight with light brown hair and dark eyes. She was wearing black pants and a red sweater. She also seemed very frightened and looked at Aaron with suspicion. Then she looked at the gun in his hand and tensed up. Aaron slowly raised his free hand and gave what he figured was a innocent smile. "Its OK. I'm not going to hurt anybody." He could see her relax a little, but she still looked at him warily. "I just want to know what happened here. Because something really...really freaky happened just a few miles from here... to a police man, you see... something sort of attacked him... and killed him... and by the looks of this place and you guys, well... did something come here?"

Their fear was slightly replaced by confusion. It was the pudgy man, Greg, who spoke up. "Now listen here." His voice was strangely calm compared to his demeanor. "We were just robbed, not five minutes before you came in here. A man, who was quite mad, ran in here with a shotgun screaming about demons and damnation. He seemed very crazy and very dangerous so I opened the register and got on the floor." Greg stopped to swallow and glanced over at the woman behind the counter.

Aaron followed his glance and saw the woman nodding. Then the woman glanced at her feet then back at Aaron. "Why don't you tell us what happened to you first." She said with cold untrusting eyes.

Nodding, Aaron leaned against the isle divider and scratched his head. "Well I was heading up North to visit my friend when I got pulled over by this cop. I was speeding because I was trying to beat the rain." Aaron wondered why he bothered coming up with an excuse for his driving at a time like this. "Well he was giving me a warning when there was this loud thud from behind his car." Aaron noticed they perked up to this a little. "When he went to check it out there was this... strange sound, like a scream, but stranger and this... thing, some small creature flew at his head and landed in the road. Then he pulled his gun out and tried to shoot it, but it jumped again on... on to his..." Aaron lowered his head and looked at his shoes. He was surprised how difficult talking about this was. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and noticed that Greg had moved next to him.

"So you said that this animal killed the police man. Is that right.?" There was understanding in his eyes. Aaron nodded. Greg nodded. "We should call the police. It is what we were trying to do but that is when you showed up so-"

"Wait there is more!" Aaron interrupted. "The thing didn't just kill the police man, I don't even think that it killed him... well not fully, there was lots of blood... but after the officer stopped... struggling, he fell against his car and I went to see if I could use his radio or something to call for help. My cell phone died. Anyways I got out and picked up his gun that he dropped, I figured I could shoot it if it came after me." Aaron motioned to the gun in his hand. "Well when I got close to his body he stood up, and I thought that he might be alright and all. But then he started coming towards me and raising his arms, which were looking really strange, I backed up into the road and he yelled and I tried to shoot him but the gun didn't go off but before he got to me this semi came barreling down the curve and hit him. I ran to my truck and drove as fast as I could and I think I even hit something that got on my windshield. Then I saw this place and came in here and found you guys and I am really freaked out right now." Aaron was breathing hard and shaking a little.

Greg and the woman looked at him with wide eyes. They looked at each other for a second and Aaron saw the woman shudder. Then she took a deep breath and started talking. "I was driving home from my parents house when I stopped here for some coffee and diapers for Joe." She bent down and picked up a baby car seat that until now Aaron had no idea was at her feet. Placing it on the counter a little baby with a green blanket and a orange beanie could be seen looking around while sucking a pacifier.

"Anyway," she continued, "I was paying when the man came in here yelling. Now I... we-" she nodded at Greg, "thought he was crazy because he was ranting about bright lights and... demons... little demons eating peoples heads and leading them to the gates of hell." She paused to brush a strand of hair off of her face and continued after clearing her throat. "Then he saw Joe here and muttered stuff about babies not being allowed into hell and he tried to... tried to take Joe from me." She lowered her voice, and Aaron could see how she held back her emotions. "Well I held on tight and cried for him to stop and then he pointed his gun at both of us and I thought the worst was going to happen. Then a bright flash of light, that I thought might have been his gun but it wasn't, flashed. He started screaming that they were here and would be coming for him. Thats when he ran outside into the rain. I was so relieved. Greg here asked me to call the police while he went to lock the doors. That is when we saw your headlights and I ducked behind the counter here. It was just awful to see you with a gun, but I guess we are all on the same side. Huh?" She gave a weak smile.

"Yeah, I guess so." responded Aaron with an equally pathetic smirk. "Well I guess we should call the cops and let them know what is happening. And Greg should probably lock the doors. I know I would feel a lot better if-"

The woman screamed.

Greg gasped.

Aaron followed their gaze right over his shoulder and to the door. Standing right outside in the pouring rain was a figure. It was clearly illuminated by the convenience store lights. The limbs were swollen and disfigured. The clothing was seeped in red. The head was a featureless mass of flesh. The legs slowly started moving the creature closer. The lights flickered. The lights blinked out.

To Be Continued

Ode to HBO

2008-08-06T14:15:00.007-07:00

Oh my Honey Bunches of Oats!

How I love your sweet, crunchy goodness.

Every morning you await patiently while I sleep.

Every afternoon you are there for me when I awake.

You turn my surly, groggy demeanor into one of bright sunshine.

Your rustle and crackle when being poured into a large bowl makes me smile.

The sloshing gurgle of the 2% as it flows around and over you makes my heart race.

As I mix you slightly with my spoon, I know that our courtship will be over momentarily.

I take a deep breath lift the first glorious spoonful to my mouth and then...heaven.

The delicious flakes and bunches of oats explode in a scrumptious honey blast.

My eyes flutter closed in ecstasy and every other sense fades away.

Almonds, strawberries, peaches or honey roasted.

No matter what you will always be delicious.

Oh, I love your sweet crunchy goodness!

Never go away, my sweet love.

Oh and unlike oatmeal and cheerios, you are good all day long.

Your Hard Thinking is Wrong

2008-07-24T00:59:00.010-07:00

I am in love with somebody for a reason that is way beyond my understanding. Every time I sit down and just think logically about this person, I can find no reason at all as to why I would like this girl. I can evaluate every angle and reason, only to come to the same conclusion each time. The conclusion that she might as well be the precise antithesis of my ideal girl and there is no reason I should like her. Right? I mean come on. You could probably agree with me, that it just shouldn't be so.

But dammit I cant help myself. Sure when I am away from her for a good period of time, I can use logic to coax myself out of these strange feelings. But whenever I am near her my reasoning seems to go straight out the window. Butterflies fill my stomach and my thoughts get all jumbled. I find myself being drawn to her. I always want to be near her and have her talking to me. Oh and then when she does talk to me, nay, have any sort of interaction with me I just about loose control. My heart starts to race so fast I think it might explode. Blood rushes to my head, my vision starts to cloud, my ears either ring or pound, and I feel like I could pass out. If it wasn't for the gallons of adrenaline coursing through my veins and making my limbs tingle, I think I might have. Thank God that it passes after a few minutes and is less severe when the time between our interactions is short. This can't be normal. Can it?

But this is just the beginning. Once my little panic attack subsides my outlook on things seems to change completely. She becomes, obviously, the center of my attention. Anything that held my interest before seems not all that important. Even other people become less interesting. Lets take for example this other girl I have liked for several years now. Lets call her the ideal girl. Somebody who I have thought about and have definitely approved of. I like spending time with her a lot and enjoy her personality greatly. Well lets just say that when the both of them are together and I am also there all the feelings I have for the ideal girl leave me. It doesn't make any sense. Is as if my world is turned upside down and at that moment I don't really care all that much. Because for that moment everything feels great.

Then of course the interaction between us stops by her either leaving or moving on to somebody else and my upside down little world falls right on its head. And it hurts. I get an incredibly hollow feeling inside of me that lasts relative to how long our interaction was and what was said or done during that time. During this time of hollowness I usually reflect on the time of interaction and scrutinize every detail. I beat myself up for stupid things I said or clever things I didn't say. Then it is finally over and i feel right as rain after... yeah right, I wish. I actually have really random withdrawals that could hit at any time. I find myself really wanting to be with her when she is not there and feel almost sick when I know I cant see her.

Now if you know me you may be thinking something along the lines of; this is a load of bull he doesn't act this way towards anybody. And you would be right. I don't act that way towards anybody because I am incredibly good at hiding it. If you were to watch me around this person, I would look and act the same had it been somebody else. I found that this person may have my insides ass backwards but my demeanor is much harder to crack. I am incredibly happy for this otherwise things would be really awkward and creepy between us. Although the scary thing is that I think the more time I spend with this person the more of an effect they have on me. The last time I saw her I almost spilled the bean sack wide open. It was one of the hardest things ever to say goodbye and not whisper the three little words that I was screaming on the inside.

I am sitting here contemplating whether I should just come right out and say who it is. But I know that I wont. I did however leave a clue somewhere in this post and or blog that she might, just might catch. Unlikely though which is why I allowed myself to put it there. I am surprised I even wrote this. I am also surprised that you cared to read all of it. If you are still reading, feel free to comment with any guesses, advice, or thoughts. Who knows it might even be you who this post is about.

NORTH 1

2008-04-03T21:19:00.009-07:00

A wash of static came over the radio. Aaron grunted as he went to fiddle with the dial. This wasn't the first time he wished that his truck had more than just the am/fm. He debated scanning on AM, but sometimes silence was better than the Spanish stations. He pushed the power and took a long sigh settling his eyes back onto the road. The desert plane was fading into desert hills and he could see a mountain range looming by the horizon. He had been driving for a couple hours and he had a couple more to go. The sun was setting to his left and its fading rays cast reddish hues on some ominous storm clouds to his right. Aaron hoped he could beat the clouds. He hated driving in the rain.

He was zoning out. His mind wandered along random paths in his brain trying to fill the constant dullness of driving. The thoughts soon found their way to her. He smiled. He hadn't seen her in a year but all of the old feelings still coursed through his system when his mind came to her. He hoped, after much word searching, that this weekend would be life-changing. He didn't want to end up going back to the same life he had been living. He wanted a change, he wanted a fresh start, he wanted to start a new chapter in his life and he hoped it would all start with her. Her smile filled his thoughts.

Red and blue lights flashed in his mirrors. Was he speeding? Yes he was going 82 mph. Damn. The one car he sees for miles is a black and white. Maybe his new chapter would have to start with a cop and it was probably going to take a while. He pulled his truck over onto the shoulder and turned his engine off. He rolled down his window and pulled out his ID/registration. A few minutes later he heard the cop's door pop open and the officer get out. A man of average height approached his window with the unmistakeable kaki uniform of the Highway patrol man. He walked up peered inside the truck and cleared his throat, "Going a little fast back there weren't we?" he asked with an almost humorous disposition.

Aaron nodded his head sighing, "Yep."

"Can I see your license and registration?"

Aaron passed it to him glancing at the officers belt. His gun mostly. There was just something about it that made this man more important and powerful than everybody else, at least more than Aaron at that moment.

"So, Aaron, where are you rushing off to today?"

"Um, I am going to visit my friend up north."

"Is that so. Well I am going to guess that this friend is waiting for you and will be happy to see you get there alright."

"Uh, Ya I suppose so." Said Aaron, trying not to give the police officer any reason to change his present mood.

"Well what if you didn't make it safely? Say you were in an accident. How do you think your friend might feel then? Probably not very good, right."

Aaron nodded hoping he was looking respectful.

"What I am trying to say is that when we do things, like driving, we are not only responsible for our own lives we are also responsible other people. For the lives of other drivers and the well being of our friends and families. You should always think of those other people before taking risks like speeding. You get that?"

Aaron nodded again, relieved that this officer seemed to be in more of a preaching mood than a writing mood.

"Now I am going to let you off with a warning and a little advice. You see those clouds? More than likely they will be dumping within the hour and slicking up these roads quite a bit. What most people end up doing, even when going the speed limit, is hydroplaning or skidding right off the side of the road. Especially in these parts. We have had at least 12 fatalities around this very bend in the past five years. So slow down keep your eyes peeled and make your friend happy, alright."

"Alright", Aaron replied with a smile and a great deal of relief. The officer was handing Aaron back his credentials when there was a loud thud. It sounded quite close and a little wet. Then another, followed by a squawking.

"What the hell?" the officer muttered walking back towards his automobile, hand on holster. Aaron glanced in his right side mirror and saw something pale and low to the ground slide behind the black and white's back tire. Turning quickly to look behind he saw the officer reach the back of his car and glance around the trunk.

Another squawk/screech erupted and a ball of yellowish flesh sprung towards the officer. He lurched back and the creature flew over his head and landed in the road. The officer staggered up and was drawing his weapon when the creature spun and sprung again. It sailed right into the officers head and its appendages leeched around his face. The officer started screaming and pulling at the thing now enveloping his head. His scream became piercing and full of pain before his body went rigid and he fell against his car.

Aaron stared in disbelief. What had just happened? His eyes were reporting everything to his brain but there was no response. Like he would react to a movie. Or a dream. Was it a dream. No. He wouldn't be sitting here wondering if it was a dream in a dream. What should he do? He couldn't possibly leave the officer there. He should call 911. Sure. Pulling out his cell phone he stared at a blank screen. Of course he forgot to charge it. Crap. There was probably a radio in the cop car but he didn't want to-. Oh hell he thought moving his body before his mind could talk him out of it.

Opening his door and taking off his seatbelt he placed his feet on the road. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt his mouth getting dry. He swallowed and moved out of his truck. He looked at the officer, well the former officer. The creature sat on his shoulders and seemed locked on pretty tight. Blood was soaking into the officers shirt and his hand seemed to be going pale. "What the freak?" muttered Aaron under his breath. He then noticed the pistol. It lay halfway between him and the body. He figured he could shoot the thing just to be safe while he was bending over to pick it up. The word impulsive was starting to echo in his mind when he saw movement in his peripheral. The body was moving.

Did that mean the officer was still alive? A moan. "Hey" Aaron said. The body started moving towards him rather clumsily. Aaron started backing up into the road. The body kept coming. Aaron raised the pistol at the body and shouted, "Hey!" It approached a little faster and moaned louder. He backpedaled faster. He had almost reached the other side of the pavement and would soon back into the guard rail. Taking a deep breath he pulled the trigger. Click. He pulled it again. Click. The body was within a yard and a half. It raised its arm, let out a blood curdling scream and-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! A semi barreled around the bend and slammed into it. Passing inches from Aaron's hands it continued to fly down the road and around a corner. The only thing left was the officers arm from the elbow down. The distorted fingers were touching Aaron's shoe.

"Aw Fu-

to be continued

Zombie Plan

2008-03-07T12:17:00.004-07:00

I have come to realize lately that my Zombie plan is not up to date with my present location and affiliations. This is quite a scary thought when I come to think about it. At any moment the earth could become over run with mindless, blood thirsty, flesh devouring, infectious homo sapiens and I am just sitting here completely unprepared for such an event. If anything is apparent when it comes to zombie survival is that the survivors are always the ones who can keep their cool and stick to a solid plan. So I need to evaluate my assets and possible allies then find a location for optimum survival/defense.

I have a really good addition to my new plan and that is the miniature arsenal in my parents closet. My father owns 3 guns and I have 1. He has a 7 mil., a 308 cal. and a 12 gauge shotgun with plenty of shells. I have a 10 .22 long-rifle with one 10 round clip and one 25 round clip with around 250 rounds. Unfortunately .22 is really small so if I had to take down a group zombie I wouldn't feel too safe with just that. Which is why I need more ammo and guns. I have 2 options when it comes to this. Raid the Big 5 sporting goods near my house or somehow get to my uncle Paul's house.

The one place I would want to be when all hell breaks loose is at my uncle Paul's house. Whether it is for Civil war, Communist attack, alien invasion or zombies that is the place to be. The house is nothing in itself, it is it's contents that are awesome. I will start with his front yard. I am pretty sure he owns at least 4 different automobiles and a RV trailer. This is the perfect survival convoy because everything has 4 wheel drive, besides the van, and he is a mechanic so they are all in good shape. Next is his garage. My uncle is a big outdoors-man/hunter so every possible camping/hunting thing you need, he has. The most important being guns. Now i don't think that I have even seen all of them but the ones i have seen are awesome. Off the top of my head would be, 3 shotguns, a couple .22s, several large caliber rifles, .38 revolver, glock-17, and the most important of all a semi-auto AR-15. The AR stands for assault rifle and it is the coolest thing I have ever shot. Oh and did i mention that he can make his own bullets. Thats right. He can recycle used shell casings and make his own freaking BULLETS. Do I even have to mention his incredibly large stockpile of preserved food. My uncle paul is definitely in my Zombie plan.

The next thing that I would need is a group. Allies to stick with through thick and thin. Friends and family are obviously in. After them would be any hopeless people we meet along out way. Then would be the stop by the shooting range near our house for that one crazy guy with crazy guns and mad skills who is strangely the most calm during crisis. Next would be a very attractive girl around 16-17 years old who's family was recently infected and everybody she ever knew or cared about is dead/infected and she needs somebody supportive and caring, who is around her age, to protect and help her get over such a traumatic experience. And possibly a really awesome dog who can sense approaching zombies.

Well I need time to deliberate and analyze all of these conditions to make a solid plan worth following. I hope that you also have a zombie plan if/when that day finally comes. Don't be one of those people running around screaming bloody murder while you doom all those around you with your loudness. Those people are never fun. Well Good luck and stay tuned for any future postings on zombie survival.

Shout

2008-02-11T18:07:00.003-07:00

Take the time to take time out,

If you do you will soon find out,

What this life is all about,

over and out.

Anthony Hopkins Get Out Of My Head!

2007-09-05T16:35:00.003-07:00

Well I had a strange dream last night as I do most nights. Full of action and adventure as well as Anthony Hopkins. Yes that's right of course in my dream he was Hannibal Lector, or however you spell it, which was funny because I never actually saw any of those movies. Well this is how it went to the best of my memory. I will fill in some plot holes and add detail so it will actually make some sense and take up more that two paragraphs.

The Ball would be underway in a few minutes and I was nervous in my rented tux. It was going to be a fun night but she was going to be there and she always made me nervous. I dried my sweaty palms on my pants and went to the door. I opened it and was greeted by my best friend Andrew. I had no idea that he would be there and as we talked I was distracted from my nervousness. Until of course she walked in.
I saw Andrew's eyes move over my shoulder and I noticed a devious smile on his mouth. Looking back over my shoulder I saw her standing in the doorway. She was like a dream. The most beautiful I had ever seen her. She wore a breathtaking red dress. Her hair flowed like silk down to her shoulders. Her eyes were like glistening pools of wonder. Her rosy cheeks and cute nose. Full lips and straight white teeth. Her face was full of innocence yet at the same time an intensity that I could only describe in one word. Gulp.
I turned back to Andrew. Who was now waving. I wondered who he was waving at until my peripheral caught a glimpse of red. Then the waft of something feminine and a "Hey guys!" from the prettiest voice ever. "He-y" I managed to stutter out. Then the most unexpected thing happened. I heard what sounded like an invitation to dance. Now after I made my head quadruple check to make sure I had heard right I managed to nod my head. She let out a "yay" and grabbed my hand. As we moved towards the dance floor my heart went bonkers. I had so many butterflies that I almost flew.
Well right as I was about to put my arms around her there was a scream and my world got shattered. I looked up at the stage and saw somebody clutching their bleeding throat while Anthony Hopkins stood in the middle with a knife in hand and smile on face. After that all I can remember is screaming and a stamped of people shove me along to the exits. I met up with Andrew outside as well as several other people I couldn't recognize in the excitement. I was looking around and couldn't seem to see any red dress. Until I looked inside and saw her in a corner with other people trapped by Anthony Hopkins.
Summoning up my courage I ran back in with Andrew and the others right behind me. I stopped right as the knife went up and I yelled out NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! This had no effect as he continued to cut up several people. So I dashed in and grabbed her and barely managed to dodge the knife. Everybody else wasn't as lucky. Their cries rang out as we ran to the doors.
When we got to them we were confronted by a group of people with weapons. They gave me a pistol and we soon found ourselves marching towards Anthony Hopkins. He turned to us and smiled. Blood covering his face. Then he raised his hands and shrugged. As we grew relieved he quickly whipped the knife at us burying it deep in somebodies face. I felt my gun kick and saw blood spray from his chest. It was over. So I thought.
He looked down at his chest laughed and then looked up at me and winked. With a roar and a great display of instant metamorphosis Anthony Hopkins turned from a very scary man into a very scary dragon. And with a swift move he had all of us in his claws and was flying through the air. I saw that we were moving rather rapidly towards a volcano. And then we were dropped into blackness.
I must have hit my head because I woke up with a pounding headache. We were all in a small room. The walls were bare and the roof seemed to be miles above us. I noticed that I was laying between Andrew and her. They saw me move and helped me sit up. I saw desperation in their faces and I realized that it was up to me to save them. I promised them that I would do whatever it took to save them. I saw them both smile and Andrew came and gave me a pat on the back and she smiled and came over to me and was just about to hug me when there was a whoosh and we were knocked off our feet. Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and landed among us. He looked at all of us and focused on a man in the corner. The man screamed as he was grabbed and Anthony Hopkins the Dragon flew up with him knocking us all back over again. The mans screams echoed down the walls and a shudder ran up my spine. It was time to get out of here.
After looking around for a while I stopped at a pile of rocks. It looked an awful lot like a cave in and I started to move them out of the way. Others soon followed and we had a line bringing rocks off the pile. This was soon interrupted by a bone crunching thud as a body fell from up above onto another man. They both lay dead. The diggers moved faster.
We could see light from a crack when Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and grabbed another person. We where almost there! Finally a hole big enough for everyone was made and we started to crawl through. There were only a few people to come after me and I was climbing out of the hole when I heard the familiar whoosh. Looking back I grabbed the hands of the guy behind me and tried to pull him through. It was useless though as the man screamed and was pulled back into the room. Then I saw Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's eye look through the hole at me. I glared at it for a while and then I heard his laugh and his wings whoosh.
There was a tunnel that led to the side of the volcano and we all ran as fast as we could away from it. We made it to the edge of the city and standing on a hill we all cheered. There were hugs and high-fives all around. Then I was next to her and we were looking into each others eyes. I smiled and she smiled and I moved my head in. Her eyes fluttered and right as we were about to kiss a large claw wrapped around her, then a great whoosh knocked me back and I saw her in Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's claws flying back to his volcano. His laughter and her screams pushed me over the edge. I screamed NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!. Before falling to my knees and hitting the ground.
I was about to give up when I saw an advertisement on a billboard. It was for a battle balloon. I had promised to save her and that is what I was going to do. So quickly gathering all of the men I could I headed to the store and put a down payment on the best Balloon they had. We all piled into the balloon and every man took up a battle position. There were harpoons, nets, Gatling guns and rocket launchers. I got behind the wheel and noticed how it was pretty much a hybrid of a ship and blimp. It didn't matter we were going to kill Anthony Hopkins the Dragon and I was going to save her.
As the balloon rose into the clouds the sun was setting right in front of us. As we broke through the clouds I could see many other battle balloons rising up with us. And in the distance Anthony Hopkins the Dragon was perched on his Volcano with her chained to an amulet around his neck. This was going to be tricky but I had a plan.
Which I would do right after I turned of that beeping. That beeping that wouldn't stop no matter what I pressed. Then I became tired and when I opened my eyes I saw my ceiling fan... Damn.

What is this about!

2007-09-03T19:35:00.003-07:00

I am going to just write without stopping and see where it ends up. Ready? Too bad. Go!!!!!!

Look around at the rubble. There are flames everywhere and the smoke is slowly killing you. Why is this happening? What did I ever do to cause this terrible event? I try to remember but the screams keep blocking me from trying to. The screams have stopped in reality but the echos are still bouncing around inside of me. I try to block them out but it is hopeless I doubt I will ever forget.

Was it really my fault? Can I be held responsible? I didn't want to do it but I couldn't help it. Maybe I could have resisted just a little longer and given them a chance to stop me. Their attempts were quite sad really. To think that a simple reversal would fool me into giving it all up. Of course he could have maybe tried but he doubted that he would have allowed himself to fail. He had worked hard and for that to go to waste would be terrible. Wasted work was one of the things that he hated the most in this world.

Thinking back on it he could see their faces huddled over the device so full of hope and then the desperation that came when their reversal failed. I wonder if they could anticipate their own deaths or if it was a shock. They had to have expect it after a little bit. Maybe they had seen too many movies and expected that the good guys would always prevail somehow. The Hollywood illusion of good and evil is so melodramatic and something that I have no time for. The real world is my movie screen and oh how much more real and exciting it is. So full of surprises and shocks. And the good thing is that it lasts for as long as you are breathing. Just to imagine that there are people out there who think that their lives are boring that they have to do things like drugs or other narcotics just to feel better. It simply is sad that they cant add their own spice to their lives like some of us can. It must take a real stupid sap of a person to find life boring. Not for me though.

I will always find something to keep me going. To keep me breathing. Even if it means putting my breathing on the line to do so. I can accept the risks. The real irony is that those people who I watched put their lives in danger for the good of others are the ones who should live and the ones I watched flee so hard that they put others in danger from their crazed stamped should be the ones to die. Yet they don't and the world keeps on turning. Why is there such injustice in the world. The ultimate irony is the fact that myself, being the instigator of this whole mess, would be pondering the events that transpired with a remorseful note.

Life goes on though. The world spins and turns and the sun will burn at an intensity that these people and animals will never fully comprehend. They will never fully understand their insignificance. That they are a speck on a speck moving around another speck in the rim of another dot flying away from billions of other dots all in a vast emptiness. They will continue on blowing their lives and problems and actions way out of proportion.

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Well I got interrupted. Well I noticed that the thoughts are not that in order and a little choppy. I noticed that when i started out I was just trying to figure out what was going on in my story and it really showed up in my writing. There was some confusion in my voice that I noticed. Then as I got my story a little straighter my character started to have more confidence in his voice as well as himself. I think that this is pretty interesting how when writing without really thinking about it I could write sort of how I was feeling. Of course you might read it differently so if you can comment it would be helpful.

Oh and the kind of scary part is that I wrote myself as a bomber/terrorist persona before I kind of knew why. I just hope that this isn't a type of psycho test that shows my personality and that it was just my subconscious wanting to challenge me. I also noticed that I switched from different points of views in the beginning as if trying to define my character. It might be a little confusing but I think that it has a cool schizo feel to it.

Oh and I went over and corrected all of my bad spelling but as for the grammar. Sorry but it was never really my thing.

In the works

2007-08-31T17:12:00.002-07:00

The latest story that I have thought up is one that I think would be the most interesting for me. I learned that a lot of stories usually have a meaning so I figured that if I wrote something it should be symbolic and meaningful or something of that sort. Well here is me, free writing and hoping it is decent if not slightly entertaining. Here goes.

Joshua Ford woke with anticipation flowing through him. Today was his day to shine. The convoy was going to set out once everybody was ready and he was going to show what he was made of. He took a deep breath and flexed his muscles. Slowly running through his calming routine until his heart rate slowed to normal. He needed to be steady he needed to be cold so he could kill some Nargs.
He spent several minutes putting on and securing his combat gear. He was outfitted with standard infantry gear. Hard boots, knee/shin plates, combat belt, chest plate and helmet. He felt that he struck quite an intimidating figure. He was slipping on the gloves that his father had given him when he heard the call blast. Grabbing his pack he headed out of the dorm and jogged down the hallway.
He was surprised at how large this part of the FDAN (the Final Defense Against the Nargolians) was. He had come in late the night before and was ordered to bed before he could explore. But now in the daylight he had a new appreciation for the Defenders. He still looked down on them though. Nobody grew up wanting to be a Defender. All of the great stories of glory and honor came from the Strikers. The strongest and most skilled of men cutting a flaming swath into the lands of the Nargs to burn out their vile infestation. He could almost feel the thrill of all of the kills he would rack up on this journey.
He was so lost in thought that he ran directly into somebody going around a corner. It was John Spire. John had come from the same village as Joshua and had traveled with him and several others all the way to the FDAN. The only difference between them was that John wasn't the best. He scored far below Joshua and was picked to be a Defender. This was as far as he was ever going to go. Josh felt a little sorry for the guy.
"Hey sorry there." said Joshua as he patted John on the back. "Got to go." He started to turn.
"Hey Josh!" called John.
"Ya"
"Good Luck."
"Thanks. Hey I'll kill a Narg for you."
"Ha, ya you do that."
Josh continued down to the Gate area. That guy wasn't too bad. Oh well thought Joshua he probably would never see the guy again. He should be more concerned with the ones who he would be fighting with. He got to the gate area and joined his fellow Strikers around the supply car. There were twelve of them total, eight men and four women. Two girls and five guys he knew from home. The two other girls and one of the guys came from outside of his village somewhere but the last man was their Captain. He came from the Cities with papers, picked all of them, trained them and had now led them to the gate and to glory. He was Captain Owen Mars, but everybody called him sir.
The Captain pressed the call blast once before climbing to the top of the supply car.
"Listen up!" He yelled silencing all of their conversations. He wore the same gear as the rest of them but he seemed to carry himself so much easier than the rest of them. He was somebody that Joshua wanted to be, no somebody who he would be. "Today is the day you have all been training for. Many hardships you have come through and came through excellently I might add. Which is to be expected. For you are now Strikers! And beyond this wall!" He yelled pointing at the gate pass, "Is your proving grounds! The chance to earn the title that has been set upon you! To earn glory and praise beyond your wildest dreams! And to most importantly of all, protect everything that we love and hold dear from the vile beasts that have plagued us for so long. So what do you say? Cause I say. Lets go kick some Narg ass." He said the last part with a smile as cheers erupted from the group around him. "Arm up! we move in thirty."
Joshua followed the others into a room close to the gate. Inside were racks of guns and ammunition. He walked to the far wall and picked up an automatic rifle. He shouldered it and felt a rush of excitement. Peering down the iron sights he smiled. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder he pocketed four clips and moved over to a crate in the corner. Looking inside he found a grenade belt with several grenades on it.
"Hey where did you get that?" It was Ted Barely.
"Sorry Ted, last one."
"Hey come on give me a couple."
"Fine, here but you owe me one."
"Ha, no problem."
The call blast sounded and the Strikers filed out of the Armory, fully armed. They gathered around the back of the car. There the Captain was talking with a Defender. The Defender looked fat and out of place next to the Captain.
"Alright everybody this it the Commander of this gate and he has some information that will help us greatly so listen up. Commander."
The large man cleared his throat and spoke in a deep husky voice. "Alright as you know you are up against the Nargs. Now I have watched from this gate post and I will tell you what I know about this neck of the woods." he cleared his throat again before spitting. "Alright you all know the basics but something that they like to leave out in the books is the fact that the Nargs are silent. You wont hear a peep out of them unless they want you to. So when you think about letting your guard down to itch your nose or take a piss. Make sure the guy next to you is covering you otherwise you can kiss you dumb ass goodbye."
There were some smirks but his expression was dead serious which stifled any humor.
"Another thing is that if one of you does get hit the best thing that anybody can do for you is put a bullet in your head and forget about you. The Nargs don't care if you are trying to bandage your buddy up or if you are shoving rounds down their face. So get used to your friends dieing. Its the way of things out there. Grief can kill just as much as stupidity and if you ask me this whole-"
"Thank you Commander." cut in the Captain. "I think we can get the point." He nodded as the Commander walked back into the building. "Well spend this time to get ready. Gate opens in a few."
Joshua leaned up against the car and started to calm himself. He thought back to his village. Back to his family. He thought of his younger brothers. Who knew what kind of stuff those rascals were up to. He remembered the time that he took them to the Treacher farm and they colored all of the animals with paint. It was the best memory he had with them and it made him smile every time somebody mentioned livestock. His thoughts soon drifted to Sara. She was probably the prettiest girl that Joshua had ever set eyes on. She had long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Her face occupied many of Joshua's thoughts lately and he always got excited. He dreamed of serving his time as a Striker and then working his way up and become an officer. Then he would arrive home, as a hero and he would sweep Sara off her feet. They would be happy. A smile spread across his face.
"What’s so funny Josh?"
Josh looked up. It was Kyle Pear. "Just thinking of home."
"Well it is what we are fighting for isn't it." Smirked Kile, "In fact I was just thinking of a curtain somebody with brown hair, blue eyes and a voice sweeter than my moms cider. And how I was going to go home and kiss her pretty little lips just like I did last fall under the big oak in the square."
"Liar"
"No really. She had just told me how I was the only one for her and how everybody else fell short of her high standards especially a certain Joshua F-owtch. Come on it was a joke."
"Not funny."
"Just a little."
Josh smirked. Kyle was one of the few who knew about Sara. Joshua felt he could tell Kyle anything. And he knew for sure that his back would be covered no mater what.
A new alarm sounded. Joshua looked up and saw a red light flashing above the gate.
"Positions Strikers! This is it!" bellowed the Captain.
Josh moved to his position at the back of the car. Everybody formed a loose rectangle around it facing outwards. There were two people in the cab, the driver and spotter, then two were on top as lookouts. Then Three to each side and two hanging out the back. Joshua was on the back right. The supply car moved at about 15km per hour which wasn't that much but they wouldn't be trying to outrun anything anyways.
Joshua looped his arm through the restraint and put his rifle on his lap. Pulling out a clip he pushed it in and pulled back the action and slid one home. He flipped it to semi-auto and then fingered the safety. He was ready to go.
There was a hiss followed by a creak. Joshua guessed that the gate was opening. He felt the car start up and lurch forward. His heart raced. He looked next to him and looked at Kyle who winked before loading his own gun. As they pulled forward Joshua noticed that the Defenders had gathered at the gate watching them go. Their faces were solemn. Joshua noticed John among them and nodded his head at him. He got a slight wave back. Joshua thought of all of these Defenders. They would probably never imagine all of the things that Josh would be experiencing. Of course they probably had fewer worries but glory and honor was lost upon them.
They cleared the gate and Josh watched it close. He saw how it was part of a vast wall that stretched as far as he could see to his left and then joined up with a sheer mountain to his right. It sure was a sight. But he had to concentrate. He leaned over and caught a glimpse ahead of him. A vast land of fields forests and rocky plains. His new territory. The hunters were coming and Norg blood would flow tonight.

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It had been four hours and there wasn't a sign of life anywhere. Josh was antsy. He kept his eyes watching the rear, ever vigilant he thought. They were heading to a rocky area hoping to find a Norg den. It was easier to kill Norg in their dens were they are all close together. The sun was about two hours from setting and the rocks might be a good place to stay the night. Josh scanned the distance. They had traveled in a snakelike motion so Joshua could still make out the thin wall that ran along the horizon and the tall mountain that they started next to.
"Nearing objective." said the Captain over the the speaker system from the passenger seat in the cab. "There seems to be a single cave like opening in the front. When we pull up in front of it right side will chuck nades. If it is clear then right side right back and myself will breach it and sweep the area. Got it? Good."
Josh took a deep breath and double-checked his gun. He ran through the plan in his mind. He saw the Nargs falling before his blazing gun. His thoughts were interrupted by the call blast. Show time.
A defining blast erupted to his left. This was followed by a second of silence then a double call blast and he hit the ground running. He ran straight into a cloud of dust after his fellow Striker. Two bright flares flew ahead of them into the cave. Their bright lights showed a large empty chamber. The five of them moved in slowly searching every crevice. The cave was loosing promise as it started to narrow into a dark corner. The captain lit another flare and tossed it into the corner. They all flinched their guns to a lone bolder in the corner. Sighs of relief passed all around. Josh had just relaxed when rapid pops and bangs exploded at the mouth of the tunnel followed by the call blast blazing. Josh found himself running full blast out of the cave in front of the others. He burst through the opening and was slightly blinded by the light but he soon adjusted and moving to the back he saw Kile spattered in blood aiming at a mound of dark gray fir. The mound flinched and Kyle's gun spat two rounds into the mound blowing out two chunks of red flesh and bone.
"Bastard." said Kyle. "Came out of no where."
They drove the car into the cave mouth and posted four guards. The rest went into the cave and after making sure there were no other entrances they made camp and went to sleep.
Josh had four hours before his watch and dreamed he was protecting Sara and his brothers from the Norgs. The strange thing was that the Norgs in his dream were men in Norg skins. He just blew a hole in one when the call blast wakened him.
Grabbing his rifle he moved to the mouth of the cave. The car lights were illuminating the area outside of the cave. There was nothing but the ground and blackness.
"Something’s out there" said Tom in a shaky voice. "Just in the blackness."
Josh squinted but couldn't see a thing. "Well there is always one way to find out." said Josh as he un-hooked a grenade from his belt. He walked out a little. "Cover me" he whispered as he cooked the grenade.
Everything seemed to go into slow motion. He stepped and threw. He watched the grenade sail through the air. Then straight ahead he saw a Norg leap into the light and run right under his grenade. It moved straight towards him. Its dog like run. Its devilish face with jagged teeth. Its long muscled body and sharp claws. He brought his gun up and in slow motion and was surprised when at the same moment he lined it up in his sights it leaped and right as he got a round of it's paw hit his chest and sprung off of him. He fell backwards and hit the ground.
Blinking he told his body to get up and get back to the car. Strangely he still lay there. Then he felt dizzy and his neck felt warm. Blood was gushing into the air and some was falling on his face. His vision blurred for a moment and he thought that he saw Sara's face. He blinked and saw Kyle over him. Kyle's mouth was moving but there was no sound. Kyle mouthed a curse word then stood aimed his rifle at Joshua's head.
Joshua only saw a flash.

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John Spire looked out from the top of the Gate. There was distant thunder and quick flashes.
"Poor bastards." It was the Commander. "Let me ask you something John." he said clearing his throat, "What does Glory and Honor mean to you?"
"I don't know sir. It is a little beyond me."
The commander looked at John and smirked. "That my boy is why you are still alive." He looked out at the horizon in thought. "It is why people like me stay alive here and why people like them die out there." Still looking out the Commander sighed. "One more question." He turned around and looked at John in the eye. "What is Glory and Honor to a dead man?"
John had no answer so he just sat there watching the horizon. There was a flash occasionally until they stopped completely. With that the Commander sighed and walked away.

Well that turned out a lot longer than I thought. I will read this in the morning and see if it is any good and find out whether or not I should write late at night ever again. Well if you toughed it out and read the whole thing then please leave some of this constructive criticism. Thank you//.

1st Post

2007-08-30T15:43:00.002-07:00

Well I really have no idea what to write about in my first blog. I have ideas for future blogs but the first one just puzzles me. That is just the kind of person I am. Well I guess that I will talk about why I have a blog. I like to fantasize about stuff. Now I know what you might be thinking and no it isn't anything bad. Just cool stories that I like to imagine and develop in my mind. I am told that I would be a good writer, by more people than just my mom so it might be true, because of all of these ideas. However whenever I get to writing them down I always loose my determination because these awesome giant stories that are growing in my head can only dribble out through my hands and onto paper. At the rate that I write I also become bored with what I have and give it up for what seem like bigger and better things. This would frustrate me quite a lot.

So in an effort to counteract my behavior when it comes to writing I have created this blog. I don't expect it to be any good or all that popular. I simply hope to concentrate my creative juices and develop my writing ability, if I do have any. So if you are reading this it means that I thought that my writings were decent enough for others and told somebody, or you found it at random which would mean that you were supposed to find it and now you must cling to my every word and worship me. Or leave a comment. You know... whatever you want.