Humans vs. Zombies: The Final Days Part 1This account of the Canton Incident was found in the buildings vacated by the survivors. It is recorded here in full, with no revisions. It is unknown whether or not the author, known only as "A," survived the event and was airlifted away. The Incident was infamous world-wide for the negligence of the U.S. Government scientists involved and subsequent cover-up, but little is known of the details in the week-long ordeal. This is the story of the survivors.Day OneCanton is usually a quiet town. Small, not a lot going on. There's the plant that no one knows what goes on inside, but it's been there for years. We ignored it. We were fools.It
Humans vs. Zombies: The Final Days Part 2Day TwoMore zombies, more dangers. The long walk across campus from class to class was the worst. I didn't want to be late and anger the moderators, but I couldn't just waltz down the main thoroughfare. I left Richardson apprehensively, trying to think of the best route to take.'Hey!' A fellow survivor, Chris, stood on the walkway, a machete in each hand. He was taller than me, with blond hair and a relaxed composure. He was confident but wary, eyes darting from side to side. We fell into step side by side, walking quickly across campus. Not even a glimpse of a green headband was seen.I should explain about the green armbands and headba
Humans vs. Zombies: The Final Days Part 3Day ThreeI woke early and prepared my gear, worried about the increasing number of enemies. I checked the immunity in my pocket and headed out the door, gun and machete at the ready. Outside of Carnegie, I saw the Original standing patiently, waiting for someone to emerge. Knowing his speed, I took a detour through Dean Eaton. On the other side, I saw another zombie hiding behind a pillar, obviously awaiting the same survivor as the Original.The second trip that day, from Richardson to Piskor, robbed me of my immunity. The Original, his infected brother, and another Undead whom I did not recognize, saw me and gave chase. Stupidly I stood
Humans vs. Zombies: The Final Days Part 4Day FourI saw Ted as I made my way from Richardson to Valentine. He looked horrible, so tired and like he'd been through hell, but alive. Gratefully alive. He held his gun tightly in both hands. When he saw me, he smiled and took one hand and wrapped it around my shoulders.'Thanks for saving me,' he said quietly as we walked.'Thank Chris,' I replied, 'He's the one who did it.''Either way, thanks.'I remembered the extra immunity in my pocket, 'I have another vaccine. Do you want it?''Yes. I don't want to die again.'I whispered, low enough so he wouldn't hear, 'I don't want you to die again.'That day was the calmest yet. We rela
Old Red BikeBrush the cobwebs off the fading paint Cold skin touching colder metal Then off along the empty streets Cool breeze kissing my nose, reddening my cheeks. Breath coming harder, chest constricting Yet with the pain of forgotten senses Comes exhilaration, freedom, As I fly on the old red bike, Remembering summers past And yet to come. As the sun sets, another day ends But still the joys of humanity And nature rush in.
Unrequited LoveI can't shut my eyesBecause every time I tryI think of all my dreamsAnd how they seemTo always include youAnd the things that you do.The memories we've sharedAlmost force me to bareMy heart to the cruel world.But like a pearlI keep it locked inside,Praying for the day the tideOf the earth brings you to me.But, I know it will never be.
The WindHe was the wind. He lived in the coldest places, but could sometimes be found in a mountain meadow on a warm summer's day, though those days were growing years apart. His life was unpredictable, stable in some years and whirling in others. He traveled in all places, driving by himself, picking others up from time to time but then letting them off again not much later. He collected bits and pieces of people's lives, but never hung onto them for too long. The only things he kept were from his previous life, before he was the wind.The Dakotas had been his home for the past two, maybe three years. He had lost track of time, not moving, not doin
A Review of Author Stephanie MeyerWhy You Should Give an Ounce of Credit to Stephanie MeyerNow, before I start this essay, don't get me wrong: I do not like Meyer. I don't like her work, I don't like her writing, I don't even like the way she handles fan mail. I read Twilight, hated it, and moved on with my life. I haven't watched any of the movies, because screw those, and the only other work I've read of hers is the first chapter or two of Breaking Dawn. And I only read that because it somehow made its way into my family's garage sale and I wanted to see if she had improved at all since her first book. But more on that later. So, is this essay somewhat biased? Absolutely.
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