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What the f**k?!
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Why do some of my submissions no longer show up?!
They just... have that weird, pending-ish logan thing in the wake instead of my actual work..
It's only two of them. Possibly the least lethal of all my work.
Anyone know why?!
They just... have that weird, pending-ish logan thing in the wake instead of my actual work..
It's only two of them. Possibly the least lethal of all my work.
Anyone know why?!
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Fina-f***in'-ly!
1 min read
My computer is working again - the internet has missed me so. On DA I had: 245 deviations, 33 journals, and 14 polls...
Maybe I should watch less people, eh?
Not like you care.
Maybe I should watch less people, eh?
Not like you care.
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Zombie Dream
4 min read
I don't know how it started, and I can't remember how I got there, I just know I was thrown in the middle.
It began in a residential neighborhood, with 200k houses and a park with a baseball field. I was suddenly outside of a car — (I assume) — I was riding in when I decided to look around. I was with a family. Average American and both children were pale as literal pieces of paper and their eyes were black and completely glazed over. I didn't stop to ask if they were OK, I fucking gunned it. Their mom, apparently refusing to believe they were "taken" started chasing me, for some reason — maybe she didn't want others to know about her children. But I didn't stop and ask.
As she chased me I thought Fuck, she jogs everyday. Sure enough she did. Apparently having the IQ of a five year old I told her to show me how fast she could run; she did, overpassing me in seconds. (Such a comfort to know she was just fucking with my mind.) She continued down the road, and I turned onto a side one, it was about two seconds before she saw me and ran after me again. I kept running though for some reason I wasn't running as fast as I could. (...?) But as I ran I came to a cul-de-sac I saw Kaitlyn and her friend in a black car backing into her driveway. Apparently God only saw fit to torment me this day.
Now, I'm not sure how the next few seconds happened but I'll tell you what I can: the Mom, clearly a loon, suddenly breaks into the car while I'm trying to do something and snaps Kaitlyn's neck and fails. She and her friend scream "What the fuck?!" and are gone. I black out, and when I come to I'm in my dad's car with my step-mom, both step-sisters and — Mark Walter, in a more advanced state. But at least I was with sane people for the most part.
I try to tell them what I saw, knowing somehow it was real; but the way Nikki was looking at me I start to smile. Bad start. I start cursing, in front of my dad and step-mom, to get the point acrost about how serious I am when we get hit by a truck from the left side of the car, glass flying every way. But my window isn't to be broken yet. Apparently during my story-telling no one was watching the road and the metropolitan area we were in had started to get infected with this "zombie" infection. We were stalled for a minute and decided not to stop and exchange information with whatever hit us. Amazingly enough, our car ran and we sped — (though not so quickly) — away.
Now my window broke and a zombie from the outside grabbed my neck, digging its nails into my flesh. I screamed and tried to get it to stop. Eventually the car was able to gather more speed and we left it behind. I had cuts oozing blood from my neck. I started freaking out; if it was anything like the movies, I was so fucked. I told someone to kill me now, when Nikki asked how do we know if I was really infected with this thing. "There's only one way to find out," I said.
After a time of driving, I began to feel weird, I started hallucinating. My nervous system being attacked and I started to go numb. I thrashed around, spazzing out and suddenly found myself on Mark's lap. He pulled out his gun — (because all Christian's have guns, yeah?) — and I kept screaming "Shoot me, Shoot me!" He braced my head against what was left of my window and looked away, the gun against my head.
"I love you all," was screamed before the gun fired and I was no more.
At this point I woke up. I can't tell you what they did with the body, all I can tell you is that riding in a car with a dead body with the head blown clean off would probably not be conducive to a good mental health.
And as I tell you this, I think, wouldn't it be ironic if later a news bulletin announced that anyone scratched or bitten was never infected, only the actual dead?
A/N: Yes I understand somethings may not make complete sense, but since when have dreams ever have?
It began in a residential neighborhood, with 200k houses and a park with a baseball field. I was suddenly outside of a car — (I assume) — I was riding in when I decided to look around. I was with a family. Average American and both children were pale as literal pieces of paper and their eyes were black and completely glazed over. I didn't stop to ask if they were OK, I fucking gunned it. Their mom, apparently refusing to believe they were "taken" started chasing me, for some reason — maybe she didn't want others to know about her children. But I didn't stop and ask.
As she chased me I thought Fuck, she jogs everyday. Sure enough she did. Apparently having the IQ of a five year old I told her to show me how fast she could run; she did, overpassing me in seconds. (Such a comfort to know she was just fucking with my mind.) She continued down the road, and I turned onto a side one, it was about two seconds before she saw me and ran after me again. I kept running though for some reason I wasn't running as fast as I could. (...?) But as I ran I came to a cul-de-sac I saw Kaitlyn and her friend in a black car backing into her driveway. Apparently God only saw fit to torment me this day.
Now, I'm not sure how the next few seconds happened but I'll tell you what I can: the Mom, clearly a loon, suddenly breaks into the car while I'm trying to do something and snaps Kaitlyn's neck and fails. She and her friend scream "What the fuck?!" and are gone. I black out, and when I come to I'm in my dad's car with my step-mom, both step-sisters and — Mark Walter, in a more advanced state. But at least I was with sane people for the most part.
I try to tell them what I saw, knowing somehow it was real; but the way Nikki was looking at me I start to smile. Bad start. I start cursing, in front of my dad and step-mom, to get the point acrost about how serious I am when we get hit by a truck from the left side of the car, glass flying every way. But my window isn't to be broken yet. Apparently during my story-telling no one was watching the road and the metropolitan area we were in had started to get infected with this "zombie" infection. We were stalled for a minute and decided not to stop and exchange information with whatever hit us. Amazingly enough, our car ran and we sped — (though not so quickly) — away.
Now my window broke and a zombie from the outside grabbed my neck, digging its nails into my flesh. I screamed and tried to get it to stop. Eventually the car was able to gather more speed and we left it behind. I had cuts oozing blood from my neck. I started freaking out; if it was anything like the movies, I was so fucked. I told someone to kill me now, when Nikki asked how do we know if I was really infected with this thing. "There's only one way to find out," I said.
After a time of driving, I began to feel weird, I started hallucinating. My nervous system being attacked and I started to go numb. I thrashed around, spazzing out and suddenly found myself on Mark's lap. He pulled out his gun — (because all Christian's have guns, yeah?) — and I kept screaming "Shoot me, Shoot me!" He braced my head against what was left of my window and looked away, the gun against my head.
"I love you all," was screamed before the gun fired and I was no more.
At this point I woke up. I can't tell you what they did with the body, all I can tell you is that riding in a car with a dead body with the head blown clean off would probably not be conducive to a good mental health.
And as I tell you this, I think, wouldn't it be ironic if later a news bulletin announced that anyone scratched or bitten was never infected, only the actual dead?
A/N: Yes I understand somethings may not make complete sense, but since when have dreams ever have?
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