Thread: skapunker1337's Journal Of Pain, Lust, And Angst

Date: February 29th, 2008
Lucidity: Sorta

"Lions, Tigers, And Zombies?"

Running. All I remember. A group of people. Pushing them aside like they were hunks of meat. Self-preservation. Dragging my feet. Turning around and shooting some non-existent gun. Turn around. The eyes.

And then I woke up. Yeah it was a bit dramatic and pretentious, but it was scary. Nothing at that point really seemed different, just my morning routine. Instead of not eating breakfast, I did, and I enjoyed every bite of those scrambled dead-chickens. Well, after a shower and a shave, I went out to drive my Dad to the Veterans Clinic for his appointment with Dr. Buck*. While waiting in the waiting room, reading the crappy magazines, glancing at the pretty daughters of another veteran, and ultimately twiddling my thumbs, the shit-box television sprung to life.

The rest becomes a haze. A shitty memory and a history of drug abuse does that to you.

Before I know it, I end up at my local mall. Great, obvious overtones of a low-budget Romero knock-off eh? No. Myself and my Dad are with a bunch of other people in the mall loading bay/parking zone. We were being told that rescue helicopters were on their way to pick us up, but we had to make haste and all of our lives couldn't be guaranteed unless everyone cooperates. I felt some terrible vibrations in my gut, and for some reason I assumed (or just knew) its of the ghoulish, hell-bent kind. I took no time, and I helped some volunteers barricade the gates leading to the bay. I had a hard time scrounging up barricading objects, the gates were of the fixed hinge kind, refusing to stay in one spot and requiring a jam of some kind to keep them closed. I eventually do it.

Now take note, my garb and attire has changed completely. I'm wearing camouflage pants now, and I'm carrying some kind of Submachine Gun. Sweet, and for one moment I realized it was a dream. Lucidity? Well I would forget about it, bigger issues arise.

The fiends started attacking, almost like the ghouls from 28 Days Later, only on PCP and crack, and boy they must've been hungry! I felt deja-vu, and I recollected to my earlier dream. If I don't make like a tree these fucking monsters will kill me, my Dad, and these other people. Like the coward I am, I rushed forward with my father in tow, and rushed up a ramp to the parking lot roof. Because of my volunteer work and my connections (guessing I was involved with the security some how) I got first priority for myself and my father. I thought if they might break through, I'd save my Dad over some schmuck down below, and go out guns-a-blazing. I reach the top to see a chopper leave. I swallowed my tongue and asked the rescue coordinator a damn good question.

"Listen pally, when is the next bird coming" I asked.
"Five minutes or earlier" the airmen replied.

Five minutes. All I had to do was wait. I looked around. Familiar faces. My acquaintance Lorry*, a short overweight Cuban I went to school with. He was trying to schmooze me. I paid no mind. Then I saw my friends Johan* and his ex-girlfriend Jen*, but with a child! I felt compassion, but I had one goal, first get my Dad to safety then help others. I ushered my Dad to the waiting dock, impatiently awaiting the chopper.

People were getting killed and infected in the lower crowds, and they were now rushing. I did what I considered unthinkable and shot any person I believed to be infected. I could tell (in my mind) because they would start foaming at the mouth, and were overly aggressive and anxious. I would shoot, and the people would throw the body over the ramp to the cement below. I hated myself, but I felt survival now was my only goal.

Suddenly, while keeping my gun aimed, I noticed it was a water-gun. Goddamn dream physics. I gave it to the Joe Blow in front of me, and picked up a lead pipe.

Out of no where, a blond, pale, busty, but stunning women walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She spoke softly, but she was obviously rattled.

"My name's Rachel, can you save me?"
"My name's Sam, sure sweetheart."

She was crying, and she was clinging to me like duct-tape (literally holding the back of my shirt with a death grip), so I held her close and kept my pipe in hand. More were breaking through. I was angry, so I yelled at the rescue coordinator for information.

"When is the fucking helicopter coming" I exclaimed.
"It isn't, it crashed some time ago."

I felt like killing the guy, but I saw he was visible broken. I didn't know if I was the cause for this mess, or my botched rescue, or if karma simply wanted to tell me my chances are out. I looked to my left, it was a medical station that was reserved for mall employees. I looked to my Dad.

"Guess we got a reason to get wasted huh" he muttered.

The statement sounded like my old man, a hippie from the sixties, a hippie to the bitter end. We climbed to the roof the medical station, sat down, and smoked pot with my now lady friend and my poor father.

"So, what do the three of us do now Dad" I asked my old Dad.
"Well, I'm not sure if I told you, but Dr. Buck* committed suicide the moment his office got overrun" he retorted, visible confused.

I didn't know what to think. My mother and brother were missing. My best friends were probably dead, and to boot, society is probably rammed. I looked to Rachel, and she looked to me. Non-verbally we knew the end was nigh, but we didn't know how. My Dad left us by jumping off the roof.

So me and Rachel finished smoking the pot, and undressed. Kissing, holding, crying, and sweating, we had an intense sexual display, and after, content in our performance to the now blood-thirsty crowd below us, jumped into the void of death and chaos.

Notes: *all people except my name and the obvious dream-character Rachel have been changed to preserve the integrity and identity of all involved.