Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The virus infected zombies came, leaping over cars and scaling the walls with a frightful nimbleness. Hungry for blood, they would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Their equally mad dogs came on their heels, barking with a ferocity that reminds one of hell hounds. I sat there mesmerized, immobile, waiting with fearsome anticipation for them to break through the windows, through the skylight and the ceiling. The bombs planted around the building had been detonated, the floodlights had been turned on, but still they came, hundreds of them, hairless and half naked, their green veins clearly showing through their cadaverous skin, their mouths open from which came forth terrifying screams, their blackened teeth horribly disgusting. The doctor locked himself inside the basement examining room with the thick glass door, and sensing this, the zombies came down the steps and gathered near the door, all the time emitting those horrendous screams. They tried to force the door open, but it wouldn’t budge. The leader of the group then threw himself at the door, hitting it hard with his head. Not a crack. Frustrated, he launched another attack; still no crack.

Earlier, in a behavioral note the doctor mentioned that the zombies had completely lost all human reasoning, and I wondered what intelligence was working in them now that told them the glass door will break if you hit it hard enough. The leader had not given up his assault, and his perseverance was showing some results. There was a small crack. Knowing that it was only a matter of minutes before he succeeded, and urged on by the smell of blood and human stench, he increased the intensity of his attacks. The door cracked slightly open, and for the last time the leader gathered all his strength and energy, and hurled himself forward. I stopped breathing.

Boom!

The door flew open, and I executed a squatting high jump on my bed. I knocked over the laptop, and fell down on the bed screaming in terror. My two inmates who came into the room looked at me like I had suddenly blown a few fuses and lost a few nuts. When I had settled down and quieted down a bit they asked me the question they had in mind.

“Where does the sun rise?”

“In the east.”

Eyes rolled, foreheads were slapped.

The question was rephrased.

“In this building, which side is east?”

I was flattered they had come all the way from the next room to ask me this obviously important life-threatening question, never mind that they had interrupted me in the middle of a movie that I was so engrossed in. So I abandoned all previously executed actions, and concentrated hard trying to figure out which side is east. I thought about the mornings, when the sun comes charging through the windows, and decided that that direction was east.

“This side is east,” I pointed towards the window.

“Then where is south?”

Some people are so dumb. I faced the window, and explained, “Front is east, back is west, left is north, right is south.”

They seemed satisfied with my answer. But I then had a question for them. “Why this sudden interest in geography?”

“My mother said if you sleep facing south you’ll develop insomnia.”

Ok.

They left, and I resumed watching the movie.

The zombies had already broken down the door, and the doctor had blown himself up along with them. There was nothing left but smoke.

8 comments:

  1. wow..that was a good read! Could feel the alien-generated tension so palpably. Thumbs down to your roomies for interrupting such a gripping narrative. Btw, is it true that you get insomnia if you sleep facing the south? Hmmm... must figure out which way is south!

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  2. Thanks a bunch daydreambeliever!! Im not sure about the insomnia-inducing-sleeping-direction, but I think it could be true. Some superstitions really have scientific explanations. I think this one might have an explanation in the earth's magnetic fields (??)

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  3. I am a hardcore Zombie movie fan, and I take is as a grave insult that you would compare "I Am Legend" to Zombies. Those creatures in the movie aren't zombies. Zombies are slow, brain dead, and dumb.

    Wanna be a real Zombie fan? Check out this post of mine about a zombie movie marathon. Those, my friend, are the true zombies :-)

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  4. Dont be insulted, Kim, pity me instead, because "zombie" was the only definition that struck me while writing that.

    I don't think I'd want to be a Zombie movie fan,but I do find them movies kind of interesting.

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  5. ambs, love the way you always manage to crunch and spit out the precise word so seemingly casually. Can't say the same for the movies you watch though. Zombies! *cocks a snoot* :D

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  6. Thanks J.Do you know why I watch these kind of movies? Makes one appreciate one's insipid insignificant existence in the universe. Try watching them, you might be surprised by the un-grossness, it might even make you uncock that snoot!!

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  7. ka hlau..nakinah chhunah chhiar chi a nih hi...

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  8. lol sawmte close your eyes and read!!

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