Saturday, March 26, 2011

English Short Story. Part 2.

All I remember is Lucas completely freaking out and me running around trying to figure out what we were going to do. I had remembered from my dreams that we were never actually killed. I had always woken up before anything terrible could happen. Nobody ever died in my dreams…wait, let me rephrase that. No one close to me had died. My family, my friends, Lucas and I, we were always fine. Lucas never really trusted my judgement or the fact that I depended on the dreams, but I didn’t have a choice. He soon realised that he didn’t really have a choice either…if he wanted to live.

“Ok, Lucas. Just calm down. I need you to listen to me. In about half an hour, all those people we just heard about on the TV are going to die. The people that were in the store have been infected. They’ll turn into zombie’s. There’s nothing we can do now. We need to get out of here.”

“Calm down? You want me to CALM DOWN?! There are zombies running around in that shop, Amy! We’re fucked. We’re so completely fucked!”

“Not if we leave now. I remember in the dream last night, we got in the car…um, we filled it up with petrol at the station just outside of town. We didn’t want to go anywhere nea…”

“Anywhere near those zombies?!”

“LUCAS! Would you just shut up for a second and let me think. If you want to die, go on, keep arguing with me! Trust me, you won’t last long.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Never mind! We didn’t want to go anywhere near the breakout so you said that we should just keep driving.”

"Shouldn’t we get weapons or something? Like, to defend ourselves in case those brain munchers try to turn us into dessert.”

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day.”

“I have my moments.”

“The only thing is, where the hell are we supposed to get them from? We can’t go into the city, it’s way too dangerous. We already have nothing to use against them. What if some of them got out?”

“Well, I’ve watched quite a few zombie movies and we might have some stuff just lying around the house we could use. Just for now, until we get something better.”

“Like?”

“Just off the top of my head we’ve got a crowbar, an axe, some hammers… uhh, shovels? A lawn mower!”

“What the fuck are we gonna do with a lawn mower?”

“We’ll mow them down!”

“Are you insane?”

“A little bit.”

“Sometimes I worry about you, Lucas.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to. My friend Harry here looks out for me.”

“Harry? Who the hell is Harry?”

“Right here. The beautiful man standing beside me.”

“Stop being a smart ass, Lucas! It’s really not the time!”

“You’re getting angry again…You know that turns me on. Does that mean you wanna fu…”

“LUCAS!”

“BAHAHAHA! I’m sorry babe. It’s just too funny.”

“Can you please stop stuffing around? I don’t want to become a zombie’s dinner.

“Ok, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go get the stuff. I just wanna get out of here as soon as I can.”

“Do you still want me to bring the lawn mower?”

“LUCAS!”

The weapons we had at the time weren’t the best. But they had to do. I knew that we had to get out as soon as possible. We left that night and drove into town. Lucas lost it completely. He was like a little girl who had been caught sneaking a dollar from his mother’s handbag to buy an ice cream. Terrified and thinking of every possible consequence. From what I recall, we didn’t have any trouble getting any weapons. Well, I didn’t . Lucas…I don’t even know what happened to him. I think he pissed himself. Literally. He still refuses to tell me the truth. Thankfully for us, the rest of those brain obsessed crazies were still locked up in the store. We didn’t know how much longer the military would be able to hold them back, but we both knew it wouldn’t be long. We got our weapons and we got out of there. There was no way we were staying anywhere near that place.

“Hey, babe. Can you turn on the radio? I wanna know what’s going on.”

“Now for an update on the mall, we cross over to Sarah.”

“Thanks Jim. I’m down here at the plaza, where hundreds of armed soldiers have completely barricaded the entire mall. I’m just going to see if I can get any word on this catastrophic event. Excuse me, sir? My name is Sarah Donovan and I’m reporting for Channel 4 radio news. I was just wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time to ask some questions?”

“Fine. I don’t have much time. Hurry up.”

“Ok. Do you know what has caused these people to act in such a way?”

“No one is really sure at this stage, but we believe it is a very dangerous virus.”

“Some people are calling this “a zombie outbreak”. What are your thoughts on this accusation?

“That’s absolutely ludicrous. Nothing like that would ever happen. Zombies are a part of fictional movies and teenage novels. Everyone needs to remember that this reality. Zombies do not exist, have never existed and will never exist. Ever.”

“Uhh, ok... How many people are assumed to be trapped in the building?”

“That is classified information. I’m sorry. This interview is over.”

“Well, as you can see behind me, extreme precautions have been put in place to protect the community. I have also been informed that no one is to try and enter the premises under any circumstance. Penalties for such an attempt are yet to be decided, however I am assured that they will be harsh and no mercy will be taken upon intruders. That’s all from me, back to you Jim.”

“This is ridiculous. They can’t hide this from people. They need to know!”

“There’s nothing we can do, Amelia. Obviously they don’t want people to know because they’d go absolutely nutto. Then there’d be people running around everywhere screaming “ZOMBIE” and the whole situation would just escalate out of control.”

“I know, but, I can’t just sit back and watch this unfold in front of me.”

“Hey, at least we know we’re still relatively safe. They haven’t got out of the shop yet.”

“It won’t be much longer though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a dream last night.”

“Oh, Jesus. Here we go.”

“But obviously you don’t give a shit.”

“Ahhh, go on then. What happened?”

“It looked about late afternoon…probably around 4 or 5 o’clock? The soldiers were still there, weapons and all that jazz. And just out of the blue, there’s this massive bang on the main doors. At the entrance. All the soldiers look really freaked out. They all start gripping their guns really tight. There’s another bang, louder this time.”

“And let me guess, there’s one more huge bang and the doors collapse. Out comes this massive swarm of zombies and the soldiers take open fire on them.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I heard you. I mean…WHAT THE FUCK, AMELIA!”

“They’re going to get out and we need to be ready to fight. Not many people will realise what’s going on. Only the ones who are obsessed with the whole zombie thing will know. They’ll all know already come to think of it.”

“Hey you know what we should do?”

“Oh god…what?”

“We should try and find one of those zombie obsessed people. They can help us.”

“Actually, that’s a really good idea.”

“I know, I thought of it.”

“Yes, Lucas. Here, have an imaginary gold star.”

“I’d just like to thank mum and dad. My sister, Lily. My teacher’s and mentors…”

“Lucas, stop being a dick.

Friday, March 25, 2011

English Short Story. Possibility 1.

So, this isn't perfect. Definitely not finished yet. But I just thought what the hell. This is the first possible short story I will work on for my english assignment. Read it, then comment or not. But don't hate on me, guys!


“Listen to me, everything’s going to be fine. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out of surgery. I promise. I’m not going anywhere,” Lucas told me in his last desperate attempts to get me to calm down.

“I’m scared. I don’t want to die yet. We still have our future together. We were going to travel, get married, have a family…” I replied more scared than I had ever been before.

“Amelia! Stop. You’re not going to die. They’ll take the tumour out and then everything can go back to normal.”

I’m sorry, Lucas. I just want all this to go away.”

“Excuse me? We’re ready for you now. Please say your goodbyes and then we’ll take you up to theatre.”

“Remember, I’ll be holding your hand when you wake up,” he smiled at me reassuringly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I remember that day so clearly. You see, the tumour was growing on my brain. Pressing against the part that controls memory and dreams. For some reason, all that I was dreaming about were zombies. The zombie apocalypse, zombie movies, zombie TV shows. Anything that had to do with zombies, I had dreamt about it. The doctors told me this was happening because of where the tumour was situated. Apparently it was right against the part of my memory where all the zombie stuff I had seen had been collected. Hence the dreams. They said that if they removed it, the dreams would stop and I believed them. I had no idea how wrong I was.

“Lucas?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like absolute shit, you dick.”

“Haha, I love it when you get angry. It turns me on.”

“Shut up, Lucas! Oh, Jesus, my head hurts.”

“I wonder why? What a mystery we have here.”

“Argh! You’re so frustrating sometimes!”

“Listen, I’m going home for a sleep. It’s late and I only planned on staying until you woke up.”

“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Bright and early!”

That night, I had another dream. A zombie dream. I remember I woke up in a sweat and I had the worst headache of my life. It happened for a week straight. More and more dreams, every single one was different. That’s when I realised something wasn’t right. I didn’t tell Lucas. I knew what he would say. When it was finally time for me to go home, I couldn’t. I needed more treatment. The tumour was still there. They must have missed something, I was sure of it. So I asked to talk to the doctor. He said that they had definitely gotten it all. They ran follow up tests. Everything came back clear. Yet I continued to have these dreams and they were becoming worse every time. I had no choice. They had been convinced that I was fine. I had no reason to stay in hospital. A year went by after that and the dreams kept coming. It was getting to crazy to ignore now. I had to tell Lucas.

“C’mon babe, let’s go out tonight, yeah?”

“I’m really not in the mood.”

“You’re never in the mood for anything anymore. Not even…”

“Not even what?”

“SEX! Anything fun really. You don’t even play COD with me anymore… Amelia, you’re miserable all the time. You never talk to me. I think when they removed that tumour they accidently took out all the fun in you as well.

“Lucas, I have to tell you something.”

“The real Amelia died in surgery and they’ve replaced you with an alien shape shifter? HA! So that’s why we don’t do it anymore! You’re actually an alien, with weird alien… bits.

“LUCAS! I’m trying to be serious right now. Can you please listen to me?

“Fine, sorry.”

“I think there’s something wrong. You know the dreams I kept having? The zombie ones? Well, they never stopped. After the surgery I kept on having them. They’re getting weirder and I’m having them nearly every night of the week.”

“Oh. Shit. You know, that’s bad. That’s really bad. I looked up something about recurring dreams once. I remember someone said that all their dreams ended up being premonitions. The stuff that happened in them, it came true.”

“WHAT? Do you mean to tell me that I can see into the future? Wait…turn on the TV.

“Why?”

“Just do it. Put the news on.”

Breaking news read across the screen in giant red letters.

“…And what happened to you young man?”

Well, I was just minding my own business having a look around the store. I thought it was a bit weird that there was no one around on a Saturday morning, but I figured it was kinda early so I just ignored it. Then all of a sudden I hear this screaming and moaning coming from around the corner. I look to see what it was and there’s this guy covered in blood and shit chowing down on some chicks arm!”

“My god, that must’ve been horrifying!”

“I took off outta that store like a bullet. I don’t think I’ve ever run faster in my life!”

“Oh my god…”

“Holy shit.”

“I saw this happen last night.

“Are you kidding? Seriously Amy, don’t stuff around with me.”

“I’m not! I swear! All those military tanks in the background. The army was there. It’s happening.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“The fucking apocalypse, Lucas!” It’s started!”

Happiness.

I feel like as I'm getting older I'm gaining some sort of knowledge about the way life works. I feel like I'm becoming wiser.

"But, Juanita...you're only 15. Pretty sure you know nothing about being wise."

Yea ok, I know, but still, it feels like I know more now, than I ever have before. Whether it's because my life seems like it's finally working out right, or because I'm slowly going insane..who cares. I'm finally happy. I'm not looking at everything from the dark side, so to speak. I have a brand new view on the world.

In spite of all the earthquakes, tsunami's, flooding and just general global horror and destruction, I feel as if everything is going to be just fine now. I want everything to be just fine now. I really, really do. There's nothing that I want more in this world, than to find genuine happiness. If I'm being completely honest right now...I think I may have found it. Or at least a taste of it. Not that anyone actually cares, I mean I have no idea how many people will end up reading this.

My self-esteem and self-worth have never been higher. It might sound absolutely crazy but, I know now, this is what I've been feeling.
This is it.

This is pure happiness.