Day 45,
My life has some what improved from sheer loneliness
to tolerable ever since I am able to talk to other spirits. We had a new
addition to our store, Melissa Day. Melissa had lurched into the store
one afternoon, She was not in her store uniform but a yellow dress that
was mostly covered in fresh blood and mud from the rain outside. Her
hair looked like a rats nest and you can tell her corpse has been out
sun for a some time. Looking at her skin, she been dead for twelve days
so far, not as crusty as Topp.
What can I say about Melissa Day?
She is 3 years younger than me, I'm 31, you do the math. She is a stick
figure of girl who is a little shorter than me. She wears these geeky
black glasses that look like that TV show Doctor Who wears but she a
massive fan of the Television show, Star Gate. She such a fan that every
year she would dresses up as one of the costumes during Halloween and
she is a regular in comicon. We get a long very well since is very witty
and is very fun to be with especially when I was just a full time sales
specialist.
Before I go any further I do want to mention that we
never did any thing, never kissed, never hugged, never hanged out
outside of work, never had lunch together, we never sent each other
texts, we never added each other as facebook friends etc. We just talked
a lot during work when the days were very slow, which was often.
We
did in talk about us once, just once. She talked about a fellow comicon
male friend. She was telling me all the star wars customes he wore and
how he is very clingy but they never clicked, Then she said that he is
very jealous of any guy that talked to her and the other week, he had
seen me and her once laughing about something. I replied "You told him I
am married and we just friends right?" she paused that felt like a long
time and then said "yes, I did and he got weird about it". And that
was that.
Our silly conversations never changed until I was
promoted to a store manager role. It became a Manager and employee
relationship but right now things changed and I wanted to talk to
Melissa.
It took two days before Topp was close enough for me to
be able to touch her aura and let me communicate to her. She was like
the rest of us, confused, lonely and horrified all at once. I did find
from the others that she did talk to Jen and the Cashier and had calm
down some. Is it bad for me to say I was happy to see her walk in? her
being dead and not her being a live, safe from all of this? Yes but I
didn't wish this on her.
I moved my ghost hand and touched part
of the fumes of Mary that flickered around wildly. I spoke in a very
calm voice, trying to control my volume of my voice "Hello, Melissa".
She replied "oH, My GOd, BriAN?".
I was able to only talk to her for three minutes before Melissa lurched
off to the restrooms. She was still upset but more shocked how Topp jaw
was busted and my ribs sticking out but she slowly warmed up to me as
we talked.
The next day was the best day of my un-life, A mouse
had appeared in the store. I noticed it running under the DVD racks and
Topp instantly turned around and lurched after it. After ten minutes of
my corpse trying to grab the mouse, it ran into the woman's rest room
that was partially left open. Melissa was in there sitting on the
stalls, like it was a chair when the mouse ran past Melissa's corpse
feet. I told Melissa what was going on and before I knew it. Melissa's
corpse and Topp was trying to grab the poor mouse. The mouse was able to
hide in one of the locked stalls where a dead customer lay on the
ground, making it difficult for the two zombies to grab the mouse. I was
able to grab Melissa and after a brief conversation, We float through
the wall into the the janitors closet so we didn't have to hear our
zombies hunt. It was an hour before Topp had departed, it seemed
Melissa's Zombie got the mouse since fresh blood on her lips as she
walked off.
During the hunt we talked a lot, we pretended it was
like the old days, joking around talking about nonsense then the spell
broke and we told each other what happened and how we died. We talked
about our fears and if we knew what was going on, she asked if we are in
hell. I told her I don't know.
Melissa went quiet and said "I
killed a man". I floated a little closer "No you didn't, you don't have
any control over the thing. You are anchored to your corpse like the
rest of us. Melissa continued "he was like 13 and he cried the whole
time". I paused imagining what happened, the thing I dreaded Topp was
going to do. I tried to change the path of the conversation "It's ok,
you are here now, with Jennifer, me, even good old friendly Patch who
give people candy and made wooden toys". She chuckled but it didn't
break her spell. "Day was walking down the road, I saw him trying to
sneak behind Day a few cars back, he was very quiet. When I saw him I
wondered if was a live but i saw his tears and knew he had been running
for a while now. Then Day just spun around and ran after him, the boy
screamed and yelled and ran and threw a rock at me but he fell over and
Day got him. She ate him alive. The screams..."
She went quiet a
few minutes, I couldn't think of a response or what to say. This is when
I felt the tug of Topp pulling me away leaving Melissa zombie to sit
back down on her favorite toliet.I felt extreamly guilt and regret on my
selfishness.
Days past and talking to other people is a pain in
the undead ass. Imagine being tied down in a car and you are talking to
some one on the cell/mobile phone and a guy was holding that phone. You
have no control on how long you can talk to talk to someone before that
guy holding the phone pulls it away from your ear.
It was day 51
when something changed, every zombie in the store heard the noise. It
was AC/DC music blaring from across the street. We lurched out of my
store towards the song I never heard of.
A bunch of people were
on top of the walmart building, playing music drinking booze and
dancing. There were a total of ten living survivors and what i could
figure out they all had weapons. I can see a woman putting boxes on the
ledge and was pulling out bottles with fabric and wa...blerrrcaa
Hundreds
of voices enter my thoughts, I felt pulled different directions as I
hear screams, yells as my undead merged into the crowd. I couldn't see
from all the fumes off the bodies but before I knew what was going on my
mind was lost.
We all watched in hunger wanting the meat,
"Help me!", "John, John are you here?"
we want to feast on their warm bodies,
"God why have you forsaken us?"
we are one,
"Any one can hear me?"
we are hungry we must feed,
"no, I am not dead, it's a mistake!"
we must feed.
"i want my daddy"
We must get inside,
"SOME ONE HELP US!"
we are m...
My
mind reeled back as flames shot around us, then explosions. I suddenly
realize that i can think again. Some how the flames had broken our
connections. I turn around to see a bottom smashed on a zombie that was
only a few feet away from Topp. The flaming zombie didn't even seem to
be unfazed as it tried to push through the crowd to the door. The other
zombies that were next to him burn as well but not as badly.
I can hear cheering from above but before I knew what was going on I was once again sucked back into the hive mind.
PUSH!
"I'M ON FIRE! HELP!"
PUSH!
"Some Body do something!"
PUSH!
"STOP IT, STOP, STOOOP!" "I CAN'T SEE"
PUSH!
The
door finally caves in as hundreds of zombies finally pushed through the
glass door. We poured in like it was black Friday into the store. There
was a bunch of shopping cards stacked as a defensive wall.
Climb,
We
all climbed over it, like salmon trying to go up stream. Some of the
zombies got trampled over. We all filled the registers, we scattered
across the store. looking for our pray only to find that the shelves
were changed to build barriers. We did not care, we are hungry, we must
feed!
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Chapter 6, the report
Here we are, Just two guys hanging at my desk at work. Both dead and not
getting paid for it either, One sitting physically on my chair staring
over my half written report of Richard Longston and the other, myself,
is hovering around invisible near by.
At 6:00pm-ish to daylight, Topp walked into the warehouse, go up the stairs and then sits down and just stares at the report on my desk. He has been doing this routine for a few days now. One night when the moon light illuminated the room enough from the window, I watched Topp's eyes out of curiosity to see if his eyes are they are moving, like he was reading the report or something I don't know to be honest but he just stares at the report with his cloudy brown eyes, not blinking even once.
The report I was working on was about Richard. Richard had sold an expensive gaming laptop to an elderly customer who, in honest truth, didn't need it since all she was going to use it for was to go online to check her email once a month. She brought the laptop back the next day and told Richard that "It hurts my hands when I hold it", Which her being 85 years old and having to carry a bulky laptop that weighs over eight pounds can be a hassle for her. Richard being an little dip**** chimed in with "That's what she said" straight after the elderly woman made that comment. I had to spend the next two hours getting belittled by Richard's customer and I had to apologize constantly through the whole thing knowing I can not fire that little turd for it.
If you are a little more curious on why Richard was being written up and not terminated, It's very hard to get fired at my company, unless you are stealing from the customer or the company or fail to show up to work for a whole shift.
In order to get fired for being rude or being a jerk or sexual harassment, you verbal warning on the sales floor for a minute by your direct supervisor, then 5 minute verbal warning from your supervisor, then another 5 minute verbal warning by a manager, then a 15 minute verbal warning from the General manager, then a very stern email from the supervisor, then an informal write up from the manager, then a write up from the supervisor, then a write up from the manager, then you get a write up from the store General manager, then you get ANOTHER write up from the store general manager, then things get serious, the District manager comes and writes you up and then if you still acting up, you are terminated.
Sounds crazy huh? Well what if I tell you (In my best Morpheus impersonation) that the whole thing erases after 3 months. So by time it takes to terminate an employee they are back in the clear, which is Richard Longston's case.
I floated back to looking over my railing to see if any one comes back into the warehouse, which no one does, not even the undead inventory employee Carl, who seem to some what trapped in one of our display cabinets and seem happy to try not to escape.
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I have had tried to experiment further with communicating with other fumes when Topp was making his rounds around the store. I had experimented with a cashier, Jenny. who stood loyally behind her register. Then one of the customers and then with the boy at the tablet displays again.
I soon had learned a few things. Calming the other specter is a must, other wise you have a hellish time trying to escape unless your corpse drags you away. When both fumes is calm and focus on making them selves visible, the visions become a mere background and you will able to talk on the same wave length. The best idea is if you are on a glass train with the TV playing in a background. The problem is if you get more than two people it makes it harder to focus and soon you all start dragged into each other and our fumes mingle until we are pulled away.
I also had learned if they are brain damaged, they have no fumes and can not be communicated with. I tried with Tom many times and no success. At first I thought he was ignoring me but this is Tom, the man who would talk to me every day. Tom wouldn't ignore me, especially if his corpse is following me around the store.
Able to talk to other specters almost makes this un-life worth living. Talking to each person I soon began to piece what happened with them.
-Jenny had called out to look after her boyfriend after he caught west black Nile virus that was spreading around from mosquitoes bites. The hospitable was maxed out and she stayed home. She told me she woke up one night and he was chewing on her thigh like a dog. she pushed him off and locked the door and called the police except it was an automated warning for people to head to the evacuation point. She rushed her car but then got jumped by two other zombies where they feasted her back. When a woke, she was watching her dead self in her underwear walking to work.
-Patch still being himself, no nonsense. Told me to go away and not tell me. I found out from Roy that he was attacked when he was in the bathroom in our store and died from a heart attack.
-Carl, came to work sick with the fever hide in the cage when the undead had walked into the store and attacking people. He said the fever got worse as he watched people running and screaming and pleading before he past out. That is all he remember.
-Joe, The boy at the Tablets. Told me his family car got into an accident near by and they were forced to flee to the safe zone. Except he got bitten on the ankle by a zombie crawling on the floor with no legs behind a car. He told me that his father looked back and then kept going. The boy said he climbed on top of a van for two days as zombies tried to grab and fest him before he died from the fever.
-Mary, Our newest store General Manager told me she was running the store when that every cell went off with a text that read that every person must head to the evac zone in middleton. She said a few minutes later a car crashed near by and a man cover in blood ran in the store screaming, before she knew it undead poured in, biting or eating the living. She said that her and 2 other employees locked themselves in the managers room. She said they were hoping help arrive, except one of them was bitten and turned during the night and attacked Mary who was a sleep near by. Mary said that uninfected employees opened the door and fled as she was being eaten a live.
The questions were the same when I spoke to them, Why did this happen, Is the hell or punishment, did I know if their loved ones are ok?
At 6:00pm-ish to daylight, Topp walked into the warehouse, go up the stairs and then sits down and just stares at the report on my desk. He has been doing this routine for a few days now. One night when the moon light illuminated the room enough from the window, I watched Topp's eyes out of curiosity to see if his eyes are they are moving, like he was reading the report or something I don't know to be honest but he just stares at the report with his cloudy brown eyes, not blinking even once.
The report I was working on was about Richard. Richard had sold an expensive gaming laptop to an elderly customer who, in honest truth, didn't need it since all she was going to use it for was to go online to check her email once a month. She brought the laptop back the next day and told Richard that "It hurts my hands when I hold it", Which her being 85 years old and having to carry a bulky laptop that weighs over eight pounds can be a hassle for her. Richard being an little dip**** chimed in with "That's what she said" straight after the elderly woman made that comment. I had to spend the next two hours getting belittled by Richard's customer and I had to apologize constantly through the whole thing knowing I can not fire that little turd for it.
If you are a little more curious on why Richard was being written up and not terminated, It's very hard to get fired at my company, unless you are stealing from the customer or the company or fail to show up to work for a whole shift.
In order to get fired for being rude or being a jerk or sexual harassment, you verbal warning on the sales floor for a minute by your direct supervisor, then 5 minute verbal warning from your supervisor, then another 5 minute verbal warning by a manager, then a 15 minute verbal warning from the General manager, then a very stern email from the supervisor, then an informal write up from the manager, then a write up from the supervisor, then a write up from the manager, then you get a write up from the store General manager, then you get ANOTHER write up from the store general manager, then things get serious, the District manager comes and writes you up and then if you still acting up, you are terminated.
Sounds crazy huh? Well what if I tell you (In my best Morpheus impersonation) that the whole thing erases after 3 months. So by time it takes to terminate an employee they are back in the clear, which is Richard Longston's case.
I floated back to looking over my railing to see if any one comes back into the warehouse, which no one does, not even the undead inventory employee Carl, who seem to some what trapped in one of our display cabinets and seem happy to try not to escape.
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I have had tried to experiment further with communicating with other fumes when Topp was making his rounds around the store. I had experimented with a cashier, Jenny. who stood loyally behind her register. Then one of the customers and then with the boy at the tablet displays again.
I soon had learned a few things. Calming the other specter is a must, other wise you have a hellish time trying to escape unless your corpse drags you away. When both fumes is calm and focus on making them selves visible, the visions become a mere background and you will able to talk on the same wave length. The best idea is if you are on a glass train with the TV playing in a background. The problem is if you get more than two people it makes it harder to focus and soon you all start dragged into each other and our fumes mingle until we are pulled away.
I also had learned if they are brain damaged, they have no fumes and can not be communicated with. I tried with Tom many times and no success. At first I thought he was ignoring me but this is Tom, the man who would talk to me every day. Tom wouldn't ignore me, especially if his corpse is following me around the store.
Able to talk to other specters almost makes this un-life worth living. Talking to each person I soon began to piece what happened with them.
-Jenny had called out to look after her boyfriend after he caught west black Nile virus that was spreading around from mosquitoes bites. The hospitable was maxed out and she stayed home. She told me she woke up one night and he was chewing on her thigh like a dog. she pushed him off and locked the door and called the police except it was an automated warning for people to head to the evacuation point. She rushed her car but then got jumped by two other zombies where they feasted her back. When a woke, she was watching her dead self in her underwear walking to work.
-Patch still being himself, no nonsense. Told me to go away and not tell me. I found out from Roy that he was attacked when he was in the bathroom in our store and died from a heart attack.
-Carl, came to work sick with the fever hide in the cage when the undead had walked into the store and attacking people. He said the fever got worse as he watched people running and screaming and pleading before he past out. That is all he remember.
-Joe, The boy at the Tablets. Told me his family car got into an accident near by and they were forced to flee to the safe zone. Except he got bitten on the ankle by a zombie crawling on the floor with no legs behind a car. He told me that his father looked back and then kept going. The boy said he climbed on top of a van for two days as zombies tried to grab and fest him before he died from the fever.
-Mary, Our newest store General Manager told me she was running the store when that every cell went off with a text that read that every person must head to the evac zone in middleton. She said a few minutes later a car crashed near by and a man cover in blood ran in the store screaming, before she knew it undead poured in, biting or eating the living. She said that her and 2 other employees locked themselves in the managers room. She said they were hoping help arrive, except one of them was bitten and turned during the night and attacked Mary who was a sleep near by. Mary said that uninfected employees opened the door and fled as she was being eaten a live.
The questions were the same when I spoke to them, Why did this happen, Is the hell or punishment, did I know if their loved ones are ok?
Chapter five, Shopping
Day 35
My corpse stumbled around the store, walking past the living dead of former customers and employees with only light coming from the front of the store to help me see. I shambled past a mauled corpse of who i believe was Jose Evens, who worked in the car electronics department. At first I felt sad and then I was envy that he was dead and not trapped in his reanimated corpse like myself. It's hard to recognize Jose face since it was eaten off but i could see his name badge that is caked in blood that covered most the companies logo leaving "Electronics" barely visible.
I shambled past an elderly employee named "Patch" who sat at the appliance answer center with a permanent scowl on his face as he watched the other zombies moved past him. As if daring them to ask him for help with questions on a purchase on an appliance, just like he did when he was a live, except the bits of his face falling off.
I examined Patch's body since a turned over cart was giving Topp a hard time to let him past. Patch had bite marks on his neck, arm and he also was missing an ear. I imagined how died, Most likely he died sitting on that chair, refusing to give that chair up for any one.
By now you may be wondering what is my company name, Sadly it is called "Best Circuit Electronics", A small retail chain about 59 stores on the west coast. Each store varied in products, Most the stores are the same size and have the same products like mine, others are small tiny stores that sold cell phones. Then we had this unique trend store. Yeah that store got closed twice once after Nintendo Virtual Boy was released and then again when Zune came out.
Best Circuit Electronics was meant to be a joke. Our founder, Ted Anderson found the company in the middle 1990's. Ted was not a technology freak, heck his current main income was a company that made the plastic pieces that attached to peoples shoe laces. Ted Anderson's ancestor had invented and patterned it and became very rich when other companies stole the pattern for their sneakers
Ted was the type of guy who thought a radio had the same material as a nuclear bomb and once hired the actor Richard Dean Anderson, who played in the popular series MacGyver, to build one with 13 radios. That is the type of guy, I met Ted once. He walked in and threw quarters are customers by the hand fulls and then passed out in the General Managers officer for the rest of the day before being dragged gently by his body guards to his limo.
There are rumors on why Ted had decided to create and own a electronic retail store, one was all his friends were teasing him that he wasn't a CEO of his own electronic retail stores, the other rumor was that he was using the electronics company as way to launder money and the other was he was terrible poker player and wanted to get back at his Electronic Retail CEO poker buddies by stealing parts of the names of his buddies companies.
Our mascot, Terrible Terry, Is a Silkworm, dressed in a uniform with the motto "Eat That!". For many years we had customers showing up to our store thinking it was a restaurant.
We were doing terrible with terrible budget cuts, terrible ideas and oxymoron acronyms. We almost about to close until Ted Anderson had died from a freak skiing accident in the shower. His son took over and we did decent and was able to keep a float for all these years and out lasting Circuit City and Ultimate Electronics.
During my explanation, Topp had shuffled past the new release movies, stepped inside a torso of a dead body of an unknown customer that is rotting on the floor and then Topp finally stopped almost two inches away from a young freshly converted zombie, who was staring at the latest Tablet device on display. I noticed the fumes floating off the young zombie so I floated closer to the zombie, I was in a deep trance as I watched the flumes move as if alive, I raised my spectre hand to touch it but i briefly paused as i saw for a second a face formed for a second. I watched for a few more seconds marvelling the fumes as if i was a firebug watching the fire dance. Then I heard my counter part bag to turn around slowly, I quickly focused on my hand until I saw the outlines and touched the fumes.
"Help? Dad? Mom? Some one? Jessy? GOD?" the voice echo around me, it was a young boy, scared and he was terrified. I tried to pull back and i began to shout "let go" but it hold me firmly making me drawn into the fumes. The voice heard me shout and it talked fast and frantic "Hello? Hello? Is someone there, My name is Joe, Do you know what is going on, Am i dead? Can you help me? Is MY parents ok? " I could not reply as i was fighting the tug, Suddenly a burst of pictures and sounds of some one else view appeared in my vision but in a gray scale, a jumble of voices and pictures of tv shows, a girls skirt in a class room, driving a car picking up a backpack, smoking a cigarette. It was so over whelming until i felt my specter body being dragged away.
The voices died and so did the visions as i was being pulled down the isle. I spun around and saw Topp mindlessly walking to the front of the stores to the cashiers. For the first time, I was thankful that my corpse saved me.
My corpse stumbled around the store, walking past the living dead of former customers and employees with only light coming from the front of the store to help me see. I shambled past a mauled corpse of who i believe was Jose Evens, who worked in the car electronics department. At first I felt sad and then I was envy that he was dead and not trapped in his reanimated corpse like myself. It's hard to recognize Jose face since it was eaten off but i could see his name badge that is caked in blood that covered most the companies logo leaving "Electronics" barely visible.
I shambled past an elderly employee named "Patch" who sat at the appliance answer center with a permanent scowl on his face as he watched the other zombies moved past him. As if daring them to ask him for help with questions on a purchase on an appliance, just like he did when he was a live, except the bits of his face falling off.
I examined Patch's body since a turned over cart was giving Topp a hard time to let him past. Patch had bite marks on his neck, arm and he also was missing an ear. I imagined how died, Most likely he died sitting on that chair, refusing to give that chair up for any one.
By now you may be wondering what is my company name, Sadly it is called "Best Circuit Electronics", A small retail chain about 59 stores on the west coast. Each store varied in products, Most the stores are the same size and have the same products like mine, others are small tiny stores that sold cell phones. Then we had this unique trend store. Yeah that store got closed twice once after Nintendo Virtual Boy was released and then again when Zune came out.
Best Circuit Electronics was meant to be a joke. Our founder, Ted Anderson found the company in the middle 1990's. Ted was not a technology freak, heck his current main income was a company that made the plastic pieces that attached to peoples shoe laces. Ted Anderson's ancestor had invented and patterned it and became very rich when other companies stole the pattern for their sneakers
Ted was the type of guy who thought a radio had the same material as a nuclear bomb and once hired the actor Richard Dean Anderson, who played in the popular series MacGyver, to build one with 13 radios. That is the type of guy, I met Ted once. He walked in and threw quarters are customers by the hand fulls and then passed out in the General Managers officer for the rest of the day before being dragged gently by his body guards to his limo.
There are rumors on why Ted had decided to create and own a electronic retail store, one was all his friends were teasing him that he wasn't a CEO of his own electronic retail stores, the other rumor was that he was using the electronics company as way to launder money and the other was he was terrible poker player and wanted to get back at his Electronic Retail CEO poker buddies by stealing parts of the names of his buddies companies.
Our mascot, Terrible Terry, Is a Silkworm, dressed in a uniform with the motto "Eat That!". For many years we had customers showing up to our store thinking it was a restaurant.
We were doing terrible with terrible budget cuts, terrible ideas and oxymoron acronyms. We almost about to close until Ted Anderson had died from a freak skiing accident in the shower. His son took over and we did decent and was able to keep a float for all these years and out lasting Circuit City and Ultimate Electronics.
During my explanation, Topp had shuffled past the new release movies, stepped inside a torso of a dead body of an unknown customer that is rotting on the floor and then Topp finally stopped almost two inches away from a young freshly converted zombie, who was staring at the latest Tablet device on display. I noticed the fumes floating off the young zombie so I floated closer to the zombie, I was in a deep trance as I watched the flumes move as if alive, I raised my spectre hand to touch it but i briefly paused as i saw for a second a face formed for a second. I watched for a few more seconds marvelling the fumes as if i was a firebug watching the fire dance. Then I heard my counter part bag to turn around slowly, I quickly focused on my hand until I saw the outlines and touched the fumes.
"Help? Dad? Mom? Some one? Jessy? GOD?" the voice echo around me, it was a young boy, scared and he was terrified. I tried to pull back and i began to shout "let go" but it hold me firmly making me drawn into the fumes. The voice heard me shout and it talked fast and frantic "Hello? Hello? Is someone there, My name is Joe, Do you know what is going on, Am i dead? Can you help me? Is MY parents ok? " I could not reply as i was fighting the tug, Suddenly a burst of pictures and sounds of some one else view appeared in my vision but in a gray scale, a jumble of voices and pictures of tv shows, a girls skirt in a class room, driving a car picking up a backpack, smoking a cigarette. It was so over whelming until i felt my specter body being dragged away.
The voices died and so did the visions as i was being pulled down the isle. I spun around and saw Topp mindlessly walking to the front of the stores to the cashiers. For the first time, I was thankful that my corpse saved me.
Chapter Four, Do I get paid?
In my previous life, getting to work was no major deal for me.
The average time for me to arrive to work by car was about 25 minutes.
When my car broke down and I had borrowed my neighbors bicycle, it took me roughly 50 minutes to get to work.Once I had to walk to work, it had took me an hour and a half to get there.
Being undead, it took Todd two days to get to work. I personally didn't want to go to work, it is on the bottom of my list but here is my brain dead self, slowly shuffling to work like a man on a mission.
Being outside is a big plus compared to being trapped bathroom for couple of weeks. Here at least I can watch the world go by, unlike my bathroom where I spent my time singing, saying why me, talking Topp, and trying to move objects with my mind like that movie Ghost that my wife had made me watch once.
The things that I had seen along the way was a lot of empty buildings, a few up turned cars, some dried blood on the road. Nothing too exciting, oh, I did see a few birds fly over us, which made Topp stop to stare at them but then continued moving. I also saw a few zombies, One was staring inside a house window, one was ran over but was dragging it's upper torso along the road with it remaining arm in the same direction that Topp was also heading. The last one, was standing on top of a gas station with the same blank stare as Topp. It watched it as we shuffled past, I wondered how it managed to get on top for I never seen a ladder that could get you up there.
My concern during our journey was what would i do if Todd get's his hands on another human. Knowing I have no control over him and not able to warn any one makes an idol witness, Sure I could look away but i can't cover my ears. The thought of listening to screams of pain and pleas shiver me to my specter core and this was in my thoughts for the remaining time until I saw my store for a distance and then the large crowd all around the mall across the street.
As we got closer, I could hear the buzz of noises coming from the undead crowd. Disturbing noises like chattering teeth, moaning, foot steps but that didn't scare me, it was the fumes that were bouncing off each other like they were all covered in gasoline moving from body to body in the faint outline like myself. Thank fully, Todd didn't seem to be interested in joining the crowd and went to my store.
Todd moved to the entrance where I saw a familiar face standing at the door way. It was Tom, "The void" we use to called him, as in If you talk to him he suck you in, talking about his favourite tv shows like buffy the vampire slayer and battle star galatica, Not the new one, the old one because the old one was WAY better for some reason.
Tom is not a bad guy, he just a guy in his early 60s, his wife had died from breast cancer and he is on back disability and from my observations, he is very lonely and have no friends or relatives. He always wore his old navy hat and his gray smoking jacket and blue jeans. Every morning he would wait for the store to open, shop around and if he didn't find any thing interesting he would then follow a manager or supervisior around for 3 hours then go to the book store next door.
Tom looked different then I had seen him, a part from being a zombie and missing his navy hat, the side of his face looked chewed off and I can see part of his brain leaking from his opened skull. Tom ignored Todd and stared at the doors. I watched as Todd stood near the exit door that was left open and stood there, staring in.
I floated around Todd and Tom, studying the situation and until I noticed Tom's wrist watch and took a look. It was almost 10:00am, That is when the store opens for the day. Todd shuffled in and then Tom followed.
As I walked in the gloomy dark store I noticed a few other undead but they seem to be busy, either sitting on the chairs or walking through the movie isle. None seem to take interest. Tom loyally followed Todd down the race track (we call it a race track by the tile pattern the divides our departments apart) to the back of the warehouse.
Todd pushed the door open and Tom stopped at the door. I watched Tom stood there, watching us through the window. I swung my attention to Todd as the invisible rope dragged me on. Todd slowly walked up the stairs, turn around the corner and then sat heavily at my desk.
The average time for me to arrive to work by car was about 25 minutes.
When my car broke down and I had borrowed my neighbors bicycle, it took me roughly 50 minutes to get to work.Once I had to walk to work, it had took me an hour and a half to get there.
Being undead, it took Todd two days to get to work. I personally didn't want to go to work, it is on the bottom of my list but here is my brain dead self, slowly shuffling to work like a man on a mission.
Being outside is a big plus compared to being trapped bathroom for couple of weeks. Here at least I can watch the world go by, unlike my bathroom where I spent my time singing, saying why me, talking Topp, and trying to move objects with my mind like that movie Ghost that my wife had made me watch once.
The things that I had seen along the way was a lot of empty buildings, a few up turned cars, some dried blood on the road. Nothing too exciting, oh, I did see a few birds fly over us, which made Topp stop to stare at them but then continued moving. I also saw a few zombies, One was staring inside a house window, one was ran over but was dragging it's upper torso along the road with it remaining arm in the same direction that Topp was also heading. The last one, was standing on top of a gas station with the same blank stare as Topp. It watched it as we shuffled past, I wondered how it managed to get on top for I never seen a ladder that could get you up there.
My concern during our journey was what would i do if Todd get's his hands on another human. Knowing I have no control over him and not able to warn any one makes an idol witness, Sure I could look away but i can't cover my ears. The thought of listening to screams of pain and pleas shiver me to my specter core and this was in my thoughts for the remaining time until I saw my store for a distance and then the large crowd all around the mall across the street.
As we got closer, I could hear the buzz of noises coming from the undead crowd. Disturbing noises like chattering teeth, moaning, foot steps but that didn't scare me, it was the fumes that were bouncing off each other like they were all covered in gasoline moving from body to body in the faint outline like myself. Thank fully, Todd didn't seem to be interested in joining the crowd and went to my store.
Todd moved to the entrance where I saw a familiar face standing at the door way. It was Tom, "The void" we use to called him, as in If you talk to him he suck you in, talking about his favourite tv shows like buffy the vampire slayer and battle star galatica, Not the new one, the old one because the old one was WAY better for some reason.
Tom is not a bad guy, he just a guy in his early 60s, his wife had died from breast cancer and he is on back disability and from my observations, he is very lonely and have no friends or relatives. He always wore his old navy hat and his gray smoking jacket and blue jeans. Every morning he would wait for the store to open, shop around and if he didn't find any thing interesting he would then follow a manager or supervisior around for 3 hours then go to the book store next door.
Tom looked different then I had seen him, a part from being a zombie and missing his navy hat, the side of his face looked chewed off and I can see part of his brain leaking from his opened skull. Tom ignored Todd and stared at the doors. I watched as Todd stood near the exit door that was left open and stood there, staring in.
I floated around Todd and Tom, studying the situation and until I noticed Tom's wrist watch and took a look. It was almost 10:00am, That is when the store opens for the day. Todd shuffled in and then Tom followed.
As I walked in the gloomy dark store I noticed a few other undead but they seem to be busy, either sitting on the chairs or walking through the movie isle. None seem to take interest. Tom loyally followed Todd down the race track (we call it a race track by the tile pattern the divides our departments apart) to the back of the warehouse.
Todd pushed the door open and Tom stopped at the door. I watched Tom stood there, watching us through the window. I swung my attention to Todd as the invisible rope dragged me on. Todd slowly walked up the stairs, turn around the corner and then sat heavily at my desk.
Chapter three, Daylight.
Day 30, It's Bright outside.
Hello Imaginary person, How are you? Hows your kids? That's great to hear.
How am I doing? Thanks for asking me, Well my pet decided to take me for a walk, You can see him, he is next to me, having a fun time with a squirell that is sitting up a tree.
Oh, You must be wondering how I managed to be outside with my zombie pal here.
Well, The Asian girl had decided to open the bathroom door, ignoring my bloodstains. Soon as the door knock was turned Topp fell on her and both were on the floor, Topp being on top. The only thing that stopped Topp from eating her was her instinct to shield her self with her arms and her Flash light was in the right place at the right time to become a mouth gag for him to chew on.
Well she screamed after they fell and a few seconds later, The Black man named John ran in to the room screaming "Oh ****, oh no you mother ****er" and then swung his baseball bat against my, I mean Topps face. Topp weighing roughly 125 pounds was knocked away like a rag doll. By time Topp got on to his hands and feet. Topp now has a broken cheek bone and also managed to loose some teeth from his side.
This didn't seem to phase Topp, who lurched after them... with the flash light turned still on and in his mouth firmly. making his mouth light up with a horrid veiny yellow. We instantly lost the two thieves and I felt relieved that they got a way. It was nice to see rest of the house, even though i had to rely on Topp's Flash light to see in the gloomy room.
Topp walked out of my appartment and then down the hall to wards the stair case. I listened to hear noises of Todds undead friends awoken by the noises of the intruders. Each step I could hear them scratching at their appartment doors.
As we walked down the flight of stairs I tried to talk to Todd. "Listen Todd, Can i call you Todd? Maybe Retodd? Bro, What are you doing? They are long gone, so why don't you let me have my body back and I can see if we can fix that busted cheek bone".
The zombie ignored me as the flash light had finnally fell out of topps mouth, the flash light bounced noisely down the stair case. By the time Topp had got off the stairs, went down the lobby hall, into the open air, the sun was high in the sky. Topp walked to the side of the building to the parking lot, I noticed a lot of cars were still parked. I looked around and didn't see the survivors. I also realised that none of the zombies that attacked me are gone also.
Topp stopped at the drivers side of the car and stood there for a while. I didn't notice this at first since I was over come with the joy of being outside but Topp was at my car, Vaguely staring at the door.
After me telling him he is a moron for an hour he decided to shuffle to the main road.
Hello Imaginary person, How are you? Hows your kids? That's great to hear.
How am I doing? Thanks for asking me, Well my pet decided to take me for a walk, You can see him, he is next to me, having a fun time with a squirell that is sitting up a tree.
Oh, You must be wondering how I managed to be outside with my zombie pal here.
Well, The Asian girl had decided to open the bathroom door, ignoring my bloodstains. Soon as the door knock was turned Topp fell on her and both were on the floor, Topp being on top. The only thing that stopped Topp from eating her was her instinct to shield her self with her arms and her Flash light was in the right place at the right time to become a mouth gag for him to chew on.
Well she screamed after they fell and a few seconds later, The Black man named John ran in to the room screaming "Oh ****, oh no you mother ****er" and then swung his baseball bat against my, I mean Topps face. Topp weighing roughly 125 pounds was knocked away like a rag doll. By time Topp got on to his hands and feet. Topp now has a broken cheek bone and also managed to loose some teeth from his side.
This didn't seem to phase Topp, who lurched after them... with the flash light turned still on and in his mouth firmly. making his mouth light up with a horrid veiny yellow. We instantly lost the two thieves and I felt relieved that they got a way. It was nice to see rest of the house, even though i had to rely on Topp's Flash light to see in the gloomy room.
Topp walked out of my appartment and then down the hall to wards the stair case. I listened to hear noises of Todds undead friends awoken by the noises of the intruders. Each step I could hear them scratching at their appartment doors.
As we walked down the flight of stairs I tried to talk to Todd. "Listen Todd, Can i call you Todd? Maybe Retodd? Bro, What are you doing? They are long gone, so why don't you let me have my body back and I can see if we can fix that busted cheek bone".
The zombie ignored me as the flash light had finnally fell out of topps mouth, the flash light bounced noisely down the stair case. By the time Topp had got off the stairs, went down the lobby hall, into the open air, the sun was high in the sky. Topp walked to the side of the building to the parking lot, I noticed a lot of cars were still parked. I looked around and didn't see the survivors. I also realised that none of the zombies that attacked me are gone also.
Topp stopped at the drivers side of the car and stood there for a while. I didn't notice this at first since I was over come with the joy of being outside but Topp was at my car, Vaguely staring at the door.
After me telling him he is a moron for an hour he decided to shuffle to the main road.
Chapter 2, Guests.
Day 29, In the Bathroom Still.
My Zombie self, Who I going to name Topp, After my Last name, is still staring right through me at the door like a dog wanting to go out to pee. I should announce that Topp has successfully broke an additional finger nail from trying to scratch at the door. My finger nail lays a few inches from the first finger nail, he has also shredded 13 strains of hair. Three of those brown hairs are resting on my, er, his left shoulder and rest on the floor. There's not much to look at and honestly counting hairs is almost as good as watching Jay Leno.
Seeing myself from the outside is not a pretty sight, In my living days I had successfully avoid staring at myself in the mirror. Now I am forced to look at my corpse self once in a while after getting bored staring into other rooms.
To describe myself, Imagine Will Wheaton after some one beat him with a 50 pound ugly stick. My right ear is slightly lower than my right but I am not sure if that is because I am dead. My nose is pointed and still shows a bruise I gained when I was trying to get into the apartments. My eyes are yellow and red vains and my pupils are going gray and my eyebrows are thick and bushy and need to be trimmed down. My lips are a faint red and gray from and my height is 5 foot 6.
If a plastic surgeon was to ask me what part of my body i hate the most, i would honestly would say my side torso, it's where where a chunk is bitten off, showing some of my rips, which is the reason why I died and become this hunk of undying love.
Looking at my bite wound, it has mostly dried up leaving a healthy brown look over my company uniform. As I float closer to my ribs, I stop to hear a noise coming from the livingroom as a door opened. "Carol?" i call out but my voice doesn't even echo.
Some time had past until I another sound but closer. I float my specter self through the bathroom door into the bed room and looked at the door way. I slow foot steps, taking it's time around my house. It can't be zombies, I thought, The front door is locked and from watching Topp, They don't seem to understand how to turn door knobs.
I see a figure in the shadows appear, "Carol?!?" I shout. I then stopped as I see flash light turned on. I can make out a tall black man, one hand holding a flash light and the other was a baseball bat. "It's clear" he said in a rough whisper after he had examined the closet and then rest of the room.
"Hey, I'm a ghost help me, can you help me?" I hear myself saying. The black man looks past me and then left the room. I hear more noises, sounds like zippers being unzipped and some metal clunks and i can make out two people talking, one was that man and other sounds like a girl. I try and push myself harder on the invisible wall to get closer but i suddenly got dizzy and had to move back to my corpse who is strangely quiet.
I hear a young girl talking as she walks to my room "John, I need tampons". She ran the flash light around the room and pulled my wife clothes draws and threw them on the bed. "hey stop that!" i yell at my intruder but my voice was weak with defeat. I watched as she picked what ever clothes that peaked her interest and then she looked at the bathroom door.
The girl was in her late teens, Asian, short black hair and having a nose stud. She seem to look tired and skinny. She wore a green jacket and her jeans was caked in brown dirt if she been walking around for a while. "Hi?" I spoke. The girl stopped looking at the door to continue to pick through my wife things and picked a few bras and put them on her chest to examine.
A Sudden jolt of realization hit me. I floated through the door and I saw Topp quietly half leaning, half pushing against the door. This is the first time ever i felt panic in my specter form, for i knew what was going to happen. I swung my hands through the corpse, trying to make an impact or a noise but it was too late.
My Zombie self, Who I going to name Topp, After my Last name, is still staring right through me at the door like a dog wanting to go out to pee. I should announce that Topp has successfully broke an additional finger nail from trying to scratch at the door. My finger nail lays a few inches from the first finger nail, he has also shredded 13 strains of hair. Three of those brown hairs are resting on my, er, his left shoulder and rest on the floor. There's not much to look at and honestly counting hairs is almost as good as watching Jay Leno.
Seeing myself from the outside is not a pretty sight, In my living days I had successfully avoid staring at myself in the mirror. Now I am forced to look at my corpse self once in a while after getting bored staring into other rooms.
To describe myself, Imagine Will Wheaton after some one beat him with a 50 pound ugly stick. My right ear is slightly lower than my right but I am not sure if that is because I am dead. My nose is pointed and still shows a bruise I gained when I was trying to get into the apartments. My eyes are yellow and red vains and my pupils are going gray and my eyebrows are thick and bushy and need to be trimmed down. My lips are a faint red and gray from and my height is 5 foot 6.
If a plastic surgeon was to ask me what part of my body i hate the most, i would honestly would say my side torso, it's where where a chunk is bitten off, showing some of my rips, which is the reason why I died and become this hunk of undying love.
Looking at my bite wound, it has mostly dried up leaving a healthy brown look over my company uniform. As I float closer to my ribs, I stop to hear a noise coming from the livingroom as a door opened. "Carol?" i call out but my voice doesn't even echo.
Some time had past until I another sound but closer. I float my specter self through the bathroom door into the bed room and looked at the door way. I slow foot steps, taking it's time around my house. It can't be zombies, I thought, The front door is locked and from watching Topp, They don't seem to understand how to turn door knobs.
I see a figure in the shadows appear, "Carol?!?" I shout. I then stopped as I see flash light turned on. I can make out a tall black man, one hand holding a flash light and the other was a baseball bat. "It's clear" he said in a rough whisper after he had examined the closet and then rest of the room.
"Hey, I'm a ghost help me, can you help me?" I hear myself saying. The black man looks past me and then left the room. I hear more noises, sounds like zippers being unzipped and some metal clunks and i can make out two people talking, one was that man and other sounds like a girl. I try and push myself harder on the invisible wall to get closer but i suddenly got dizzy and had to move back to my corpse who is strangely quiet.
I hear a young girl talking as she walks to my room "John, I need tampons". She ran the flash light around the room and pulled my wife clothes draws and threw them on the bed. "hey stop that!" i yell at my intruder but my voice was weak with defeat. I watched as she picked what ever clothes that peaked her interest and then she looked at the bathroom door.
The girl was in her late teens, Asian, short black hair and having a nose stud. She seem to look tired and skinny. She wore a green jacket and her jeans was caked in brown dirt if she been walking around for a while. "Hi?" I spoke. The girl stopped looking at the door to continue to pick through my wife things and picked a few bras and put them on her chest to examine.
A Sudden jolt of realization hit me. I floated through the door and I saw Topp quietly half leaning, half pushing against the door. This is the first time ever i felt panic in my specter form, for i knew what was going to happen. I swung my hands through the corpse, trying to make an impact or a noise but it was too late.
Chapter One - Bathroom Of Pointless Entertainment V0.01
Day: 27, Bathroom.
If you were a fly on the wall you see this lone zombie, trying to claw the bathroom door open as I the original host of the body telling you what is going on, you would be thinking, zombies don't think they are mindless, evil, flesh eating monsters. Well you are right, kind of, You see I am thinking but my body isn't, I am just a specter, watching my mindless body ripping the wood off the frame slowly.
"Turn the god D*** door knob, you moron!" I bellow at my corpse, In response my reanimated body, Broke one of my nails off. I stared at my broken finger nail on the floor and wish I could sigh but i managed to make a hhhhhhr noise.
My main problems is
1. I'm dead, I think.
2. I am unable to take over my body.
3. I can not leave my body, in fact i can't go further than 10 feet away, it's like I am being tethered to my corpse by invisible rope.
3. I'm a ghost, i don't even have a ghost body, I have to focus my vision on my self to make out the outlines of my body, even there it's like trying to stare into dust.
4. Is my wife ok?
My body finally stopped scratching the door and began to stare at the door, As if willing the door to open. This has been going for a while now and his scratches only seem to chip of some of the wood. My zombie self stood there and once in a while my body would do a weird throaty moan that sounds like a bird took a massive dump, not manly groan as i remember from left 4 dead zombies.
Out of frustration, I again I try to grab my Corpse but past through like it was nothing. I tried to focus my fingers and tried to poke my corpse, like that ghost movie but it never worked. I tried every thing, Moving the door knob, picking up a quetip, I even tried poking my corpse eyes to try and kill time.
Looking around I decided to I stick my head through the walls to see any thing going on but sadly the apartments are abandoned. Right now i wish my bathroom had a window and not connected to my neighbors.
Since the whole town had lost power, I couldn't tell you what time it is since all the clocks are powered by electricity but if i look at my neighbors bowling trophies i can see the reflection of the light that coming from their bedroom and i can make out a little bit of light. The only problem is i hate looking in there because both of my neighbors both are dead on the floor from vicious zombie bites and have been decaying. I hate looking at their chewed up corpses and bugs crawling around them. I decide to look any way, Right now it's getting dark, Great another day spent at home.
If you were a fly on the wall you see this lone zombie, trying to claw the bathroom door open as I the original host of the body telling you what is going on, you would be thinking, zombies don't think they are mindless, evil, flesh eating monsters. Well you are right, kind of, You see I am thinking but my body isn't, I am just a specter, watching my mindless body ripping the wood off the frame slowly.
"Turn the god D*** door knob, you moron!" I bellow at my corpse, In response my reanimated body, Broke one of my nails off. I stared at my broken finger nail on the floor and wish I could sigh but i managed to make a hhhhhhr noise.
My main problems is
1. I'm dead, I think.
2. I am unable to take over my body.
3. I can not leave my body, in fact i can't go further than 10 feet away, it's like I am being tethered to my corpse by invisible rope.
3. I'm a ghost, i don't even have a ghost body, I have to focus my vision on my self to make out the outlines of my body, even there it's like trying to stare into dust.
4. Is my wife ok?
My body finally stopped scratching the door and began to stare at the door, As if willing the door to open. This has been going for a while now and his scratches only seem to chip of some of the wood. My zombie self stood there and once in a while my body would do a weird throaty moan that sounds like a bird took a massive dump, not manly groan as i remember from left 4 dead zombies.
Out of frustration, I again I try to grab my Corpse but past through like it was nothing. I tried to focus my fingers and tried to poke my corpse, like that ghost movie but it never worked. I tried every thing, Moving the door knob, picking up a quetip, I even tried poking my corpse eyes to try and kill time.
Looking around I decided to I stick my head through the walls to see any thing going on but sadly the apartments are abandoned. Right now i wish my bathroom had a window and not connected to my neighbors.
Since the whole town had lost power, I couldn't tell you what time it is since all the clocks are powered by electricity but if i look at my neighbors bowling trophies i can see the reflection of the light that coming from their bedroom and i can make out a little bit of light. The only problem is i hate looking in there because both of my neighbors both are dead on the floor from vicious zombie bites and have been decaying. I hate looking at their chewed up corpses and bugs crawling around them. I decide to look any way, Right now it's getting dark, Great another day spent at home.
Welcome
Introduction
Dead By life is a story of a zombie and it's travels across the classic post apocalyptic zombie world. I wanted to create a story where a character is spiritually tethered to his undead body where he can only observe on what is happening around him.
The observer (Brian) is fully self aware but has no control over his zombie (Topp). As a specter Brian can not sleep, can not get hungry, can not get thirsty and has no way to communicate with the living and his undead self. The story will tell the future and unlock the past on how the world of the living got knocked off the food chain.
I just see this as creative amateur writing, so I am not sure how it will and if the story will go since I am catering to my imagination.
If you are a grammar nazi, feel free to comment below and I will correct it since when I write these stories I have a extremely short amount of time.
Dead By life is a story of a zombie and it's travels across the classic post apocalyptic zombie world. I wanted to create a story where a character is spiritually tethered to his undead body where he can only observe on what is happening around him.
The observer (Brian) is fully self aware but has no control over his zombie (Topp). As a specter Brian can not sleep, can not get hungry, can not get thirsty and has no way to communicate with the living and his undead self. The story will tell the future and unlock the past on how the world of the living got knocked off the food chain.
I just see this as creative amateur writing, so I am not sure how it will and if the story will go since I am catering to my imagination.
If you are a grammar nazi, feel free to comment below and I will correct it since when I write these stories I have a extremely short amount of time.
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