Up to nine or ten maybe...

When: Summer '10
Where: An abandon printing press and a Walmart parking lot.
Who: Myself, Connor, Meredith, Matthew, Greg, Chris, Baxter and Jon Crawford (I've only met this guy once so it's a bit awkward writing that.)

It began as a regular day. Aside from the fact that a disease with violent, humanity altering changing, symptoms had begun to break out. A few friends and I, (Picture Below)

     <-Greg

<-Matthew

    <-Alexa

      <-Chris

 <-Meredith 

 <- Connor

 <-Baxter     

               <- Jon Crawford 

(I've seriously only met this guy briefly, I feel very odd posting this.)

Anyways, those people and I were living in an abandon printing press that we had somewhat converted into a house. It was in a rural area about 20 miles out of town. We were preparing for the worst. Zombies, of course... We had seen a few of them running around populated areas. 

Meredith, had been bitten. 

"Just stay still, I'll clean it out and it'll be alright."

Alexa said to Meredith as she was trying not to panic. 

After she cleaned it out she locked the door to the old washroom. 

"She's not going to be human much longer. We have to kill her." 

Shocked, but slightly understanding the circumstance, I offered to do it.

I went into the room with a role of duct tape and explained her situation. 

There was no way I could kill her, or even begin to hurt her. 

I told her I'd just tie her up until there was a cure. She complied.

I taped her up and shut her in the closet in the empty washroom.

"I did it. It's best we just leave that door shut and locked at all times."

Not wanting to tell when what I didn't do. 

The hadn't even asked how I had killed her. 

So I didn't tell them. 

We all made out way to the closest Walmart to get whatever was left of supplies. We had a red Pick up truck and a dark blue Ford Explorer. Greg, Alexa and I sat in the back of the truck while the rest of them got supplies. People were swarming the place like ants on a fallen ice cream cone. Jon came to the back of the truck and unloaded what supplies he had picked up. Paper towels, kitchen knife sets, matches, lighters, blunt objects ect... 

"They're spreading fast guys, we gotta get the hell out of here." 

And once everyone had returned, we did. 

The way back was down a long aimless looking road and then a left turn onto a field, down a dirt road, and BOOM. There.

We were unlocking the door when we heard thumping noises coming from inside. 

Everyone's glance immediately turned to me. 

I hung my head in shame. 

We all grabbed a kitchen knife and made our way inside. 

The room where we had kept Meredith was open and we could see her lifeless, now zombie, body walking in a circle with her head tilted down. 

She put her head up.

Looked at all of us.

Screamed.

And Attacked. 

(Meredith Zombie)

Connor and Chris jumped at her and shut the washroom door. 

Terrified for their lives I ran and opened the door.

They had killed Zombie Meredith. 

Chris looked me and Connor was looking down.

It was then that I saw blood dripping from his head. 

She had bitten him on the side of the face.

I looked at him and my heart sank. 

This was my fault. 

If I had just done what I was told in the first place... 

Connor ran upstairs into a bedroom. 

He hid beneath the royal blue sheets. 

The blood on the sheets made a deep purple color. 

I pulled them off and hugged him tight. 

Then pulled out my kitchen knife.

I held his hands in mine, then pulled out a knife with my right hand. 

With my left hand in his, and him struggling a bit, I took the knife and stabbed him in the wrist and drug it down his arm. 

He cringed.

Tears fell from his eyes that were once a vibrant blue, but had begun fading into a grey orange after being bitten. 

His body went limp and I covered him in the royal blue cotton thread ocean. 

I stood there for a moment as the blue quickly melted into a deep purple as his body began bleeding 

profusely. 

My right arm was covered in blood as well. 

The black 'The Classic Crime' hoodie meerly looked wet until you looked at the white raised text reading: Vagabonds.

 There, you could clearly see the blood.

I walked down the stairs. 

Baxter was at the bottom.

"Did you actually kill the zombie this time?"

He said in his crude, but accidental tone. 

"Yes. He's dead"

The others followed behind him. 

There was now a killer amidst them.

At least, that's how I saw it. 

Apparently they saw it that as well. 

I was treated differently from that day on. 

In my attempt to gain affection, I was rejected by everyone in the house. 

Chris would do his best to try and carry on a conversation with me. But never could succeed.

Alexa couldn't even look me in the face.

I never really talked to Jon anyways.

Greg completely ignored my existence.

Matthew followed what Greg did.

Baxter. I have no idea where he went after that. 

No one seemed to want to be near me. 

They understood what I had to do.

I was told to do it in the first place.

Did they not expect me to do it then? 

Did they not expect me to kill Connor because of my failure in killing Meredith?

The whole reason he's dead was because I had been to weak to kill Meredith in the first place.

There was no way I was going to let that happen again.

If that means isolation from human emotions, so be it.

We all began working on a giant sign that read: 

HELP.

We were stranded in the house now. 

We had enough supplies to last a month and a half at the most. 

I can't say we lasted. 

Pictures: 

First 6 were taken by me.

next 2 were from the people's fb pages (because I'm a creep) 

Walmart was from Google Images.

Meredith Zombie was by me.

House is from Google Images. 

You're damn right there is... But we can't talk about it now.

When: Freshman Year

Where: Grandparents house, Drug Store, Walmart, Kroger.

Who: Myself, Iron man, Optimus Prime, Johnny.

It was a seemingly regular night. I was half asleep in the nursery at my grandparents. Well, it's called the nursery because there used to be a crib in there. Now that the children have grown out of the crib it's just a yellow, wicker themed room. 

I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling when I heard a tap at the window. The window is about 5 feet off the ground, so i assumed it was someone trying to break in. As I sprinted towards the door I heard someone talk.

"Stop! Open the window." 

I recognized the voice. I walked to the window and heard a conversation between two people going on.

I opened the blinds when a blinding light struck me. I got on my knees and opened the window up to see Optimus Prime and Iron Man outside of my window. Optimus had Iron Man sitting on his hand.

"Hop on."

Iron man said, patting the place next to him on the giant metal hand.

Of course I said yes, who wouldn't?

Optimus Prime took Iron man and I to a drug store to look for Ramen Noodles. Because apparently we were all hungry.

Optimus accidentally ripped the roof off. So I went in, while people were running away. Sadly, they only had Top Ramen, and all of preferred Maruchan. So we went on our way, leaving the store in shambles.

We went to Kroger.

But this Kroger had an ice skating rink right at the entrence. Now I can't ice skate, so I had iron man take this one.

Out of his metal boots came blades he was able to use to skate across the ice. He was almost there when a group of old ladies got in his way and he swerved and fell over. He picked himself up, retracted the blades and ran down the isle where the Ramen was.

He returned, empty handed.

All they had was chicken Ramen. Which no one likes.

So we walked back outside to Optimus, who was trying to hide behind a Krystal sign.

Wasn't really working out.

So we headed to Walmart.

Walmart had been frozen over too.

There were small scale glaciers and penguins, water and ice everywhere. I, once again, saw my friend Johnny, who I hadn't seen in years, frolicking with the penguins. He informed me that he got lost in Walmart one day and they took him in.

Confused, but still overjoyed to see him, I asked him where the Ramen was. He directed me. I called Iron man over to me and got on his back as he helped me dodge the glaciers and dangerously cold waters.

We made it to the noodles. 

Bought them.

And went back to my house and cooked them. Optimus sat in the drive way because he obviously couldn't make it into the house... So Iron Man flew up to his.. mouth? Well anyways Iron Man fed him. Yeah it was ridiculous.

Anyways that's pretty much it.





Pictures: http://www.google.com/images



Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man or Optimus Prime, Kroger, Walmart or Ramen noodles. If I did I'd have better things to be doing than blogging about my dreams.

While we're on the subject... Could we change the subject now?

When: Sophomore Year

Where: Mulberry Park, Hospital, Church, Red Lobster, and a Basement.

Who: Myself, Chris, Greg (Changes into Dream Greg eventually), Family Members, Rosanne, and yeah. I think that's it.

 

It was a generally regular day. Chris Greg and I were at Mulberry park happily taking pictures.

Pretty regular stuff. (these are pictures

I took at the park a while ago and messed with)

Anyways, Chris, who likes doing handstands for reasons unknown to me, decided to do a handstand. Right next to a drop that had rocks at the bottom. As he did his handstand he lost his balance and tumbled down the hill and landed on the rocks. He quickly got up but not without blood spilling down from his head. I screamed and Greg put his hand over my eyes.




"I'm ok, I'm fine. Seriously, It's just a scratch."


Chris shakily lied to comfort me.



I knew it wasn't, I couldn't help but cry. Greg called 911 and before we knew it an ambulance was taking a pale Chris into the back of the truck. I tried getting into the back but was told that because I wasn't immediate family I couldn't go with him. Greg drove me to the hospital.






When we got there they had taken him into the ICU. I quietly cried myself to sleep in the waiting room. When I woke up there were more people than when I fell asleep. People I knew. Crying people I knew.


I knew what that meant.

I felt like throwing up.The funeral was set for the following Saturday. The few days leading up to the funeral were blank.

It was held at a huge church. It was pretty terrifyingly huge. I couldn't stay in there. I left and sat outside.

The next thing I can remember is Chris's mom dropping me off at my house. I went in and got ready to go somewhere.

After I got ready Greg, who by now has turned into Dream Greg, picked me up.

He took me to Red Lobster, which I thought was really nice.

Red Lobster though, was fashioned to look like Tacky Jacks. With the deck and what not. This deck, though, did not have a railing. We still sat up there.

Anyways during dinner all he did was give me angry looks. Which made me feel, completely terrible. He mumbled something.

 
"It's all your fault..."

He said under his breath.
 
Upset Crushed I told him that I wanted to go home. I got up and Dream Greg kicked me in the back and I fell onto the bottom deck on my back. The breath knocked out of me, I struggled to move. Dream Greg came up to me, looked down at me, and kicked me as he said,

"Check please"

 
and left.
 
The next thing I can remember was Dream Greg and I sitting in my basement, before it was all nice so it's concrete floors and old lazy boys, watching Rosanne. For some reason... We were watching it on a little old T.V with all the lights off. We sat in two old old lazy boys. I looked at Dream Greg, the light from the T.V reflecting off his glasses. He noticed me looking at him and looked in my direction. Again he said to me,

"This is all your fault."

This time with more anger.

He kept repeating it. Over and Over...

"This is your fault..."

I glanced to my left to see the characters in the TV coming out slowly like a bubble from a bubble wand. They gradually inflated and began to smother us.

The sound of Rosanne yelling at Dan about something  and audience laughter, shook the room. I could still Greg's lips moving to the perpetual accusation.
"It's all your fault."

The T.V characters grew so large that it began to fill the entire room. I got on the floor and flipped the lazy boy over myself, as did Dream Greg, still repeating the same sentence. As the air in the room was depleting I began to cry under the temporary safety of the chair. The whole room went dark.


Pictures:

Chris: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com
Greg: Katsuya-Nara@deviantart.com

The Rest: http://www.Google.com/images

In Sunlight, In Sunlight...

Where: School, random dessert.
When: Sophomore Year. March
Who: Myself, a lunch lady, a killer, 2 woolly mammoths.

It began as a regular day. I was sitting in my 3rd period class. It looked as if I was looking out the window at the football field, when in actuality I was watching the raindrops race down the class, secretly cheering in my head for the one on the right to win. The rain that had entertained me so had stopped by the end of 4th period. After 5th it was time for lunch. The school seemed almost empty that day. The dish the cafeteria was serving was labeled 'Mystey Meat'. I'm serious. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the lunch line. 

I tried to avoid getting the mystery meat and just get a side or something, but before I could move through to the corn, a big old heap of mystery meat was plopped upon my plate. Being an EXTREMELY picky eater, I can't stress that enough, I was immediately pissed off.

"What the hell is this?"

I asked, trying my hardest to keep my cool.

"Don't be curious... You're holding up the line."

The lunch lady said to me. I went on my way, even though there was no one behind me.

I threw away the disgusting slop that had taken over my styrofoam tray.

Furious, I walked out the door in the cafeteria and started walking towards the woods in the back of the school.

 Where I am the climate is pretty regular. Hot, humid summers, cold sometimes snowy winters. Sub tropic, I don't know. What I'm getting at is that there is in no way any possibility that there could be a desert near me.

 My point for this bit of information is that after walking into the woods for about five minutes, I stumbled upon a desert. Yes, in the middle of my little south eastern town, there was a desert. It was no more than 50x50 feet. I walked to the edge and went further in. In the very center of this desert, lay two giant woolly mammoths. They were on their sides and unmoving. As the breeze moved through the trees and lightly tossed my hair, I smelled it.

It smelled like something I had only smelled in previous dreams. So technically, nothing I had ever smelled before. It was awful. Terribly difficult to describe, sort of like feces and rotten milk, yet it had a sweet, tart smell to it. I gagged as my body fell back on to the sand. I landed hard on my elbows. As I picked myself up I saw that one of the mammoths had something protruding from it's stomach.

There was a human arm sticking out of it's swollen, furry belly. As I got closer I could see that the mammoth's abdomen had been sloppily sewn together, thus it's inner contents were falling out.

It's inner contents being human bodies.

As I turned around I was faced with the other immense, furry, prehistoric animal's back. My curiosity sky rocketing, I walked around to the front of the second mammoth. What ever had been keeping that mammoth together had been ripped apart, whole human bodies were visible, barely staying together. Like a brick wall without mortar, the stacked bodies were struggling to stay as one within the belly of the mammoth. I could clearly make out faces in the rotten stuffing. The one of an old woman had caught my eye. It just looked... Fresh I guess... I stroked the side of the unbloodied cheek, it was still warm.

Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard footsteps coming from the foresty part of the area. In the distance I could see a man in blood stained overalls and a jean ball cap. He was carrying two more bodies, ready to place them in his mammoth containers, I could only assume. Knowing if I was seen I would be caught, I'm not a fast runner, I did what I had to. I slid into the mammoth's agape stomach. On the verge of throwing up, I slipped past the moist, bloody bodies with ease. I was in a position to where I could see the outside. I heard his footsteps, almost silent in the sand, gradually get closer. My body tensed up and I held my breath. I could hear him breathing, slowly and with effort. Over the smell of the rotting flesh, I could smell the feint smell of Swisher peach cigars.

I could see his big, nasty hand, with long fingernails as dirty as Lindsay Lohan's mouth, stroke the same old woman's face. I cringed at the sight, while still trying to keep my silence. He stroked her face for about 12 seconds before he made his way to her chin. With his hand in that area beneath the chin and the neck, he forcefully shoved his hand through her fragile, dying skin. It slowly bled as he kept going through the rest of her head. He twisted his arm around, mercilessly treating her head like a fruit in a juicer. He had made his way through her soft skull and out the top of her head, his fingers tangled in the thin blood stained white hair. He pulled his hand back down, clasping portions of brain and skull in his hand. His hand disappeared. I could hear him deeply sniff what was in his hand. Once he finished he thrust his hand in my direction. Again, my body tightened like a noose. His grimy hand crept towards my face until my cheek and his hand made contact. He stroked my face in the same manner as the old woman's. Seconds after he had done that he made his way down to my chin. His fingernails scraped the bottom of my chin when I screamed at the top of my lungs. His hand jolted back as I began to push bodies out of my way. The pile of bodies began to fall apart. A bundle of them slid out of the belly and landed on the ground. I could see the man drop to his knees and pick them up and attempt to put them back. As I ran out I pulled on a dead strangers arm, bringing another group of bodies my way. They continued to fall as I ran. I looked behind me to see that the mass of bodies had fallen apart and landed on the man. I felt relieved until I saw a hand shoot up from the wreckage. The only thing left to do was run. That's exactly what I did.

Picture Credit:

All photos: http://www.google.com/images

One upon a time in Peru...

When: March '10

Where: Peru, A forest, Tipsy's house, and a fancy shmancy house. In Peru.

Who: Chris, Greg, Alexa, Katelyn, Boys Like Girls, Dashboard confessional, Consuela, Rosie O'Donnell, a wizard and myself

It was yet another exciting vacation with my friends.

Alexa, Chris, Greg, and Katelyn. Alexa the beauty in the picture to the left and Chris and Greg below. I unfortunately don't have a picture of Katelyn available to me at the moment.

Anyways, we were all going on a vacation to Peru for some reason. We drove there I think... That's crazy...

We were renting a house in a very nice neighborhood there. Just right for a party. Pool included. Chris and Greg and I went to go get groceries while Alexa and Katelyn went swimming.

As we were coming back in the the neighborhood with the food, we passed some Asian scene kids.

And they were all like,

"Hey if we carry your groceries in can we come to your party?"

And we were like,

"Sure"

So they did.

After they carried our groceries in one of them jumped right into the pool. Alexa, however, did NOT like this. She picked him up over head and literally threw him out of the pool.

 At that point I figured it was time to go take pictures of something I had been wanting to for a while. Tipsy's balcony.

Now, you may be wondering,

"Who in the HELL is Tipsy?"

Because I thought the exact same thing when my mother began talking about him. Yes, HIM.

And this is not a nick name he picked up from club hopping.

Surprisingly.

Vocabulary:

Tipsy- A 28 year-old wannabe playboy with a cool car, gelled hair, and a little under 20% brain capacity.

As I'm sure you've noticed, I don't particularly fancy Tipsy. My mother however, did. For reasons unknown to me. Anyways, Tipsy had a very nice balcony built recently and I had wanted Greg to let me take pictures with his camera of it. So despite the fact that we were 2903.8 miles away from Tipsy's house, we were going to take pictures of Tipsy's house. It took us about 10 minutes. This must mean that Tipsy has a carbon copy of his house in Peru, or Greg's car can travel much faster than lets on. As we drove up to the drive way we noticed that the house looked abandon. We went in anyways. The door had been left cracked. It was dark. I magically had a flash light on hand and gave it to Greg to wield. As we crept up the stairs we heard a noise. He shown the flashlight into a corner. What we saw...

Was Consuela.

Dusting a nightstand.

"No... No... You need get out soon..."

She said with her classic Hispanic maid voice.

We did not heed her warning and went out to the balcony. To our surprise, it was not as I had seen before but a rickety-ass old porch hanging by a thread off the second story of Tipsy's house.

We walked onto it, confused, we looked to our left. Rosie O'Donnell stood there with an enraged look on her face.

She looked down and told us she was going to jump.

"I'm going to do it!"

We stared for a little bit as we heard sirens coming our way.

"Um, okay."

Greg said plainly as we stared at her.

Several police cars packed into the drive way and surrounding area. A Cop came out and began to talk to Rosie over a mega phone.

"Miss O'Donnell, please get down from there this instant!"

She looked at us.

We looked at her.

And she jumped.

She broke both her legs and was taken away by the ambulance.

We silently left for the house.

It was just beginning to get dark when we started to take a 'detour'. Greg drove to the mouth of a forest, stopped got out, opened my door, let me out with no explanation, ran back into the car, locked the doors and drove off.

At this point you should know that Greg is rarely Greg in my dreams. In my dreams a different person often replaces him. We call him simply, Dream Greg.

Vocabulary:

Dream Greg- A Greg look-alike who except for the fact that he looks like him, is nothing like him. Dream Greg is a douche bag that often wears a white wife beater and has recently taken up smoking.

Douche Bag- An individual with an inflated self-esteem who is deeply deficient in social skills. They laugh loudly at their own jokes, quote themselves repeatedly, and are never as entertaining to others as they are to themselves.

 Ex. Any man who wears one of those, "Real Men Wear Pink" Shirts.


 
Anyways, Dream Greg basically ditched me in a forest for reasons unknown to me. All I could do was venture around the forest in search of a kind woodland creature that would accept me as one of their own and allow me to frolic and live with them and their clan. Or not. I actually happened to be lucky enough to meet a wizard. This wizard was your typical wizard.

Like for real. Funky hat and all. He had a long white tapered beard. This wizard decided to train me in the ways of magic. 

All I did was point and shoot. My fingers that is. He lived in a giant hollowed out tree. He had really nice shiny wooden furniture, but it had no legs. Everything floated because this tree also just happened to be magic as well. He trained me for three years. It wasn't until one day I realized he was evil, after seeing him strangle a frog, I decided he must die. So in the middle of the night I removed his wizards hat. He dissolved into dusts once I did that. On his floating bed sat barely an outline of a man.  Everything in his house that had once floated, came to a stop, and then loudly crashed. The wizard dust was forced into my face and eyes. I sneezed and wiped as much of it out as I could. With his hat still in my hand I felt it move. Suddenly out of his hat a generic looking witch, about a foot and a half tall, came crawling out. Green skin, huge nose with a wart on it, red scraggly hair, you get the idea. I stuffed the little witch her back in the hat, tied it at the end and stomped on it. I threw it across the room and ran outside. As soon as I got out of the magic tree house, I began walking back to the house we had rented. Three years ago.

 

Turns out wizards have different time settings. Three years for us humans is only three hours for a wizard. So I was technically only gone for three hours.

As I arrived back at the house I could see that the party had already started. As I went in through the back gate to the pool I couldn't believe my eyes. On the other side of the pool, on a makeshift stage, Dashboard Confessional and Boys Like Girls, oddly enough, were playing together. I could hear Chris Carrabba's beautiful voice singing 'Stolen'. I was just in time.

 

"We watch the season pull up its own stakes

And catch the last weekend of the last week


Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,


Another sun soaked season fades away..."

Boys Like Girls and the crowd of party-goers echoed.

"You have stolen my heart

You have stolen my heart

You have stolen my heart"

It was a phenomenal beautiful moment.
I then realized I had been in the pool, slowly inching closer to the stage. I could feel my eyes begin water. 
I wanted so badly to go up and hug Chris Carrabba. Alas, my hair had gotten wet and I was sure I looked like a sad sewer rat. So I kept my distance. At the end of the night I'd have to say I was satisfied. Even though I was dropped off and left for dead in a forest and in danger of being killed by an evil wizard, it was good.


Picture Credits:

Picture of Alexa: xXAmaya-HatakeXx@Deviantart.com

Picture of Chris and Greg: Sweetthye@Deviantart.com

Other Pictures: http://www.google.com/images