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An Undead Improv

They looked at me with their empty eyes of the dead but somehow, they looked at me as lively as a glutton, like a prowling feral tiger about to pounce a poacher hunting the elephants for their tusks in South Africa that were planning to make a precious keratin jewelry out of it. They looked at me like an obese diabetic fuckface eyeing the sight of the last slice of cake, that sweet diabetes that will melt in their mouth and will surely add an extra ounce of fat in their gelatinous bellies after that.

I cannot escape this horde of the undead with mouths dripping with saliva and foreign liquid I wouldn't bother know now that I'm at their destined dead end, waiting for the painful inevitable. Damn, I wish I knew how to pray.

But before they can brutally mutilate me, gnaw me alive, pull my guts out, morbidly rearrange my human anatomy or whatever, let's have a rewind.

So basically, all the movies about them were bullshit and those gamers who wished for this apocalyptic moment to come were a bunch of virgin bullshit, too, thinking that they can survive something as hopeless as this a la Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield. I bet they locked themselves inside their own rooms at this very moment, wishing that this damned occurence is just a whole bad dream, hoping they'll wake up and laugh about a silly dream and go on with each of their meaningless lives.

But in this reality, it's not a dream. It's a nightmare that manifested itself in the physical world happening right now, inseminating seeds of miniature nightmares inside our heads which will slowly germinate into madness, corrupting sanity and to be harvest in a violent bouquet. The zombie apocalypse was a hella lot different than how it was portrayed in the movies or any entertainment medium. Dawn of the dead, Land of the dead, 28 days later, 28 weeks later, Zombieland, uhh, you name them, those were all stinking bullcrap, though I actually liked the Resident Evil franchise (but it honestly needs a decent reboot) but we can talk more about that in the afterlife. This zombie apocalypse was way too grotesquely worse than one could expect.

This is the end of the world, this is the judgment day. It wasn't anything biological like a quiescent primeval virus trapped in ice that was accidentally awakened scientists or a genetically-engineered demise as a WMD created by a biotech giant company gone wrong, typical zombie tropes, that's too common but I don't even have the slightest idea how this whole fuckery came into existence. I was watching the television earlier, you know, typical manipulative media shooting hypodermic bullets through the screen, feeding their deceptive ideas on the gullible mass when this news about meteorites crashing on cities (even those that were near us) and releasing fumes on the atmosphere. Those that were directly exposed to the fumes went nuts, apeshit, deranged, crazy, they started biting the people around them, tearing their flesh, nibbling on their limbs, inexplicably overwhelming even the police and soldiers that came to seize the whole disorder.

For moments, it was endemic. In an hour, it became pandemic.

You know how in the movies, the way to kill a zombie is by shooting it in the head, destroy the brain? Well, no. I saw it with my own eyes. No, actually, I saw it on the television as they broadcasted this footage of soldiers armed with their rifles and shooting the horde relentlessly, even shooting those people that were fleeing in terror. It was a chaotic scene that made my stomach turn. However, that method didn't work on them. Even those that had their own head blown open like a shotgun suicide victim, those things are still moving, running fast even if their insides were spilling out, attacking the living and infecting them. In just two hours, the whole city was destroyed and plagued with the rapacious undead. The hysterical reporter on the television was using the word apocalypse, 2nd coming of Christ, repent, anarchy and chaos a lot. Well, he was right.

Everything descent into total chaos.

How I wished everything that was shown in the television today was a bad prank. I laughed, oh god, how I wished that was just a big joke to promote a new zombie flick. But reality bitchslapped me in the face when it happened right outside my own house, right outside my lawn. Our boring but peaceful neighbourhood erupted into panic. I hurriedly ran and closed my window blinds but opened a gap enough for me to see what's happening outside and there, just a few meters away from me was the most horrifying thing that I've seen in my entire life.

My neighbor Jim (never liked him that much) was lying on my lawn, bloodied and missing a huge chunk of facial muscle and his left eye was dangling freely like a swing then these two rabid people mauled him, slashing him with their fingers until one of them, the lady zombie, thrusted her whole arm deep into his stomach, fishing what's inside of him before she pulled his entrails and other internal organs I couldn't name out in the pavement violently. It was a disturbing display of their strength, and Jim was still alive while it's happening to him, helplessly yelling out for help while weeping from the excruciating pain while there I was, pissing myself, just watching those two devour and eviscerate him alive in a sloppy, nauseant act. Watching the gore was the biggest mistake that I did because that bitch saw me, she looked directly into my eyes and ran like a lunatic as she let out a deafening shriek, leaving the now-dead Jim splayed on my untrimmed lawn for me and propelled herself head forward, trying to bash her skull into the glass window of my house like a bull trying to butt a matador swaying the red cloth repeatedly until the mob of the undead noticed her phrenetic clamor and joined in the collective breaking-in the home of their found breathing meal.

I ran into my room like a bitch and locked myself after knowing that I'm no longer safe. Hours passed and I heard breaking of glass downstairs, my anxious mind telling me they got in.

Haha, I'm so fucked. Now they got in my own room. The horde of the undead, the nightmares, slowly closing in their helpless prey that's feeling the creeping dread. They all pounced to me, and I can feel the horde's teeth sinking into my flesh, slurping, chewing sloppily, and the darkness, consuming me.