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    Mzzkc's Mind Games

    by , 10-17-2010 at 09:35 AM (426 Views)
    16.10.2010
    Tales From a Survivor (DILD)
    ★★★★☆
    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







    The undead are everywhere in this hell-forsaken, urban town. Myself, and three other survivors have managed to snag ourselves an old red Cadillac and are on our way to wherever we can find refuge. Of course, there's only one problem: the car is a stick, and none of us know how to work the damn thing. I volunteer to drive, since I understand the basic concept, and manage to get us moving after some work with the clutch. Unfortunately, I have no feel for shifting gears so every mistimed swerve around the frequent masses of rotting, staggering, corpses dotting our path slows us down considerably. And when you're surrounded by these monsters, the last thing you want to do is slow down.

    ______________


    The four of us are in a dank sewer system, with another group of survivors, but the green, waist-deep, muk surrounding us is the least of our problems. Cornered, without a clearly defined means of escape, there's a school of zombie piranhas hot on our tail. It's like something out of a dream.


    “This is your dream, after all. . .”

    Says the small girl at my side as I become wholly aware of my situation. This is a dream all right, but I still want to get the hell out of here. Running out from under the large, boat-sized pipe above us, I jump up and pull down on the huge, mildew-covered cart that looks like it belongs on an ancient, over-sized amusement park ride. Motioning for everyone to climb their way out, I begin the journey myself. Halfway up, the cart buckles under our weight, sending me crashing down to the lower seats.

    Great. Now I'm going to be savagely ripped apart and devoured by a bunch of undead fish!

    It isn't pleasant.

    ______________


    “What are you doing?”

    “Making macaroni pictures for the dead.”

    “Right,” I state, ignoring the clearly-oblivious, craft-obsessed people in the room. The whole scene is quite absurd really. Sure, this might be the last haven on Earth, but is this really the best my mind can up with after that whole tunnel fiasco? The computers in the corner of this modern, windowed atrium-turned-art-room catch my eye. Once there, I find a worn, yellowed note tucked under one of the keyboards.

    “Arts and Crafts
    1600 hours
    We'll be there.”

    Clearly, this is an extraction notice, meaning this area isn't going to be safe for much longer. I guess this explains the whole arts and crafts thing, then. I toss the note aside, and approach the tall double doors at the front of the room.

    That's when the nightmare begins.

    A demented, ethereal voice hisses through the room as the florescent lights around me dim and flicker menacingly. The voice continues its bone chilling speech, piercing not only my ears, but my mind. They're here.

    Stepping away from the door, I locate my group, who're already moving back into the building, away from this madness. As I run to catch up, the tall glass window to my right shatters suddenly, and the stuff of nightmares, the source of the voice, falls through, blocking my path. It's all skin and sinew, with matted black hair on its misplaced, feminine head. Its arms and legs, if you can even call them that, are unnaturally long and bent at disturbing angles. To my relief, it doesn't seem to notice me, and moves sickeningly away, towards the screaming, as more glass shatters around the room, spilling forth the beast's tentacle-mouthed minions. I walk past it, but make the mistake of giving it one last glance.

    Before I know it, it's on top of me, trying to splay my body into bits. Sighing internally, I grab the snarling head, and twist its neck, hard, fast. I'm met with resistance, but it's not enough to save the wretch.

    ______________


    Turns out the escort was real, and here we are now, riding a Scorpion Tank through a literal sea of undead. I'm designated driver, once again, and sure enough: Tank. Beats. Everything. For fun, I blast holes in the ocean of bodies, sending bits of flesh flying into the cold, red, night air. The zombies fill out their ranks faster than I can take them out, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm driving a fucking tank during the zombie apocalypse for crying out loud. It doesn't get much better than that.

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    Updated 10-22-2010 at 08:57 AM by 25167

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    Comments

    1. Samael's Avatar
      That was brilliant! Creepy, Silent Hill-esque monsters, scary atmosphere and voices before the monstrosities actually appear -

      I mean, ah, that sounds bad. Because nightmares are bad. Yeah.

      Although driving a tank through zombies just sounds awesome.

      Of course, there's only one problem: the car is a stick, and none of us know how to work the damn thing.
      Haha, that would be a problem. I can drive a motorcycle, so I get the idea, but I don't think the zombie apocalypse would be the best time for a crash course.

      zombie piranhas
      I'd be more worried about the mosquitoes, myself. Still, sans dream powers, those are kind of unstoppable.

      BTW, I don't suppose you were reading through the forums yesterday? I read it last night, and the monster in the creepypasta didn't seem to far off from the one you described.
    2. Mzzkc's Avatar
      I mean, ah, that sounds bad. Because nightmares are bad. Yeah.
      Oh, right, I forgot normal people don't like nightmares.

      Haha, that would be a problem. I can drive a motorcycle, so I get the idea, but I don't think the zombie apocalypse would be the best time for a crash course.
      Indeed, it isn't. The amount of suspense and tension in the car was palpable.

      I'd be more worried about the mosquitoes, myself. Still, sans dream powers, those are kind of unstoppable.

      BTW, I don't suppose you were reading through the forums yesterday? I read it last night, and the monster in the creepypasta didn't seem to far off from the one you described.
      Even with powers it's difficult to accomplish. They're just so overwhelming. . .

      And no, I didn't catch that post, but I'm going to have to disagree with the similarities. I wasn't specific on the length of the appendages, but this thing had a couple of meters on each gangly limb. No idea how it supported itself.