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    Mzzkc's Mind Games

    by , 01-05-2011 at 07:09 AM (524 Views)
    4.01.2011
    Feeding Time (Non-lucid)
    ★★★★☆
    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






    Darkness covers the deserted outpost. Grey walled, black roofed buildings, dot the area, each a relic of the past. Though, the architecture, old-west in style, seems to be the norm across this post-apocalyptic wasteland. Shuffling through the first floor of the Inn, my sisters and I cast shadows on the murky glass. They're coming. . .

    “What's that movement? In the window,” a woman points and whispers through hushed sobbing. A group approaches from up the grassy, wet, dirt-laced hill. They haven't slept for days. I motion with my flesh-torn arm for my sisters to cease their movement, close to the door now, out of sight, we're in perfect striking range.

    “You're hallucinating,” warns the portly man with a broken staff and scruffy shadow of a beard. He saw it too, but hunger, the possibility of food, and a lack of sleep disrupt his reasoning. Unsure as he approaches the loosely hinged door, he warns the others to stay back.

    It's likely these people have never seen one of our kind before. Never had to fear our bloodlust, our thirst for human flesh. No, these poor travelers have no idea what's waiting for them, just inside the darkness. We have the advantage.

    They're unlucky, really, terribly unlucky. We could have come to any world, any universe, in the hunt for our true prey. I never had to steal that alien craft in our home dimension; the resistance would have gotten along fine without it. Sure, some key leaders would have been executed, but the fight would have continued.

    Instead, out of character, I took a risk, and here I am now, in another plane of existence, dead and rotting, kept moving only by a powerful virus, or magic, I can't be sure. My intelligence, my self, remains intact. A true zombie, I am not, but my craving, my need to feed. . . all too real. Even as I bite down on this man's fleshy leg, repulsed by the taste, the dirt, the grime, I can't stop biting, tearing, where the others can't see him, can't hear his muffled cries.

    I really hate it when they don't shower.

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    Comments

    1. Samael's Avatar
      [I]Perfect[\I] closing line. I really liked this one... And I'm very curious about this Resistance.

      By this point, as soon as you use the word "shuffling", I am automatically thinking zombies.
    2. Mzzkc's Avatar
      Perfect closing line.
      That closing line was half the reason I bothered writing this one up.

      The other half was peer pressure. >.>

      And I'm very curious about this Resistance.
      They were nothing special. Just the percentage of humanity who wouldn't go down without a fight. The overall organization was pretty poor, unfortunately.

      By this point, as soon as you use the word "shuffling", I am automatically thinking zombies.
      Heh, good call there.