Hey, so we're working on a putting a bunch of small pieces together of a few zombie encounters from the monsters perspective. Sort of sympathetic but also fairly brutal. I'll share my second contribution and the rest can be found at http://grayscale-words.blogspot.com (meaghans blog, very awesome and you should read it too.)

"Isn't this sunrise just incredible" I ask Kathryn, putting my arm around her shoulders.
She nibbles off a bit more of my finger and smiles up at me, her white eye's glowing in the morning light. I love it when she does that. My little girl.
"Daddy, where did all the people go?" She's asked the same question for days now and I can tell her hunger is growing. Mine is too.
The evacuation was over a week ago I think, I can't really tell what day it is now. All the uninfected bigwigs millionaires had been flown out on private choppers to this massive boat as we watched salivating from the shore.
"They just went across the bay sweety. Don't worry, if we keep walking I'm sure we'll get there by tomorrow night."
"Will they be like us?" She tugged on my arm, urging me to keep moving.
"I hope not honey." I looked across the golden water at the sun as it creeped up and slowly detached itself from the horizon.
"I bet their brains tastes just like strawberrys!" Kathryn beamed and focused on moving forward, driven by her appetite.
Black smoke billowed in the distance and my stomach lurched, but I couldn't let her lose hope.

found this in an email thought it was funny. I wrote it when I was very young.




The Lucky Dandelion



Once upon a time there was a very cute yet terribly stupid mole. His fiancé the beaver was extremely beautiful and majestic. Alas, her father would not allow the marriage; for the mole could not swim, and he would surely drown if he lived with the beavers. The mole then left and became an alcoholic.

One night whilst he was drunk, the mole met a large dandelion who had red eyes and was very clever.

“Dandelion, dandelion.” Cries the mole. “Woe is me, for I can not see, my beautiful bride, who has gone with the tide.”

“I am sorry she has drown.” The dandelion says apologetically.

“No, no, no!” snaps the mole “She is a beaver, and I am a mole. She lives in the water, and I in a hole. If I lived in the spring, t’would be a dangerous thing. For in the river only death god deliver.”

“Then,” says the dandelion “do no fret, for she is not dead. You should not be here drinking, but with her instead. Go back to her now, for she waits for you in bed. Now, have you listened, and have you heard what I’ve said?”

“Yes, dandelion, yes.” Answers the mole. “But I’m afraid I don’t quite understand, how am I to sleep with her when I can never touch her hand.”

The dandelion then pulls out a pair of flippers and a snorkel.

“I’ll make you a deal, your love I can heal. These can be yours, but when the first snow pours, your home shall be mine, that is my only fine.”

“Very well.” Replies the drunken mole. “For I have no other option.”

The mole then went down to the water and was greeted with open arms by his wife to be, the beaver. The mole neglected to tell her about the dandelion arrangement and they were married. The winter came on quickly and so did the snow.

And with the snow came the dandelion.

“Who is this plant, who comes to our door.” Asks the beaver.

“I wish that I did not know.” Says the mole. “But I’m afraid that my dream of the dandelion was no dream at all. Man, I must have been really sottish that night.”

“I hope you don’t mean to say that you made a deal with that demon.” The beaver says, raising her voice just over a whisper.

“I’m sorry it’s true my darling.” Says the mole silently.

“And what is it he looks for?” asks the beaver. “If its money, we don’t have it.”

“No, my sweet.” Replies the mole. “The deed to this house has been his since this morning.”

“Why, oh, why, did you trouble with that I ask.”

“For your love my pretty, though now I do pity.”

“You idiot. You imbecile. Now where do we go? Out in the cold snow? Where the icy winds blow, and the chilly winter air could half freeze a bear?”
Now says dandelion. “Not you, you see, you may live with me, awayfrom Decembers icy snow spree.”

Thus, the mole left and was frozen away by the snow, sleet, and the slush. And the beaver and the dandelion lived happily and had many children.

The End

the light
i'm starved of the light
it hangs
it hangs
it hangs down there by the world
for just 83 years
and then it's gone.

no one will tell you
in truth and honest mind
what happens then.
just darkness?
perhaps something new that isn't
comprehended by the world
where exsistance
and the lacking
empty
black
vacuum where exsistance ends,

if either are even possible,

stop being just the
'there and the there not'

we become one
infinite with the universe.

got a bowl of that sticky crystal
hanging off the bud like a thorny thistle
the stink so sweet it smells like candy
bought it at the store from this guy named andy
i could roll up a fatty
but why would i waste it
use my wooden pipe
so i can taste it
match strikes, shick! and then ignites
light up the tip then outa sight
down the bowl where it starts the fire
that gets me high and highers higher

so pass it quick and stoke the cherry
inhale and love that mary
exhale and cough like crazy
eyes so red and vision hazy

thin lips all numb
and my mouth is dry
gotta find some water
all i got is rye
i need to eat
open up the fridge
look for a second
then start to binge
eat everything
that looks delicious
all kinds of snacks
all kinds of dishes
i need to munch
and i can't be stopped
till i pass out
and my belly pop

so pass it and stoke the cherry
inhale and love that mary
exhale and cough like crazy
eyes so red and vision hazy

warn me if i hold the cone like a microphone
cause when i get stoned i get in the zone
and i feel as though i toke it alone
with a single tone then my mind gets blown
and if i'm not shown that i'm holdin that chronic
i'll smoke it all fast like i'm blazin sonic
if i'm not stopped it'll be gone got it
fill up my lungs then i blow to fog it
kick a hot box
with no shoes or socks
sit with legs crossed
while my body rocks
to the flow that blows
smooth like a silky
hit from the bong
damn that shit was milky
then your throat gets hot and you got to cough
but you hold it in cause you're not that soft
and you brush it off like it don't cost nothin
now you're high as fuck from the grass you's puffin

now pass it and i'll stoke the cherry
inhale and love that mary
exhale and cough like crazy
eyes so red and vision hazy

[INTERIOR, UPSTAIRS BEDROOMROOM, NIGHT]

ENTER MAN 1. INHALES DEEPLY AS HE SLOWLY OPENS DOOR.

MAN 2 ON BED LOOKS UP FROM BEHIND A LAPTOP. EYES RED.

MAN 2 - UM, HELLO...?

MAN 1 - HAVE YOU BEEN LIGHTING CANDLES UP HERE?

MAN 2 CONTINUES WORKING ON THE COMPUTER LIKE HE IS BUSY WITH SOMETHING.

MAN 2 - OH, UH... WELL I FARTED AND IT SMELLED NASTY SO I LIT A MATCH...

MAN 1 - (PAUSES)... I DON'T WANT YOU SMOKING DOPE UP HERE, OK? IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO THAT THINGS ARE GOING TO CHANGE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

MAN 2 - ...YES

MAN 1 - ...OK? NOT EVEN WITH THE WINDOW FULLY OPEN, GOT IT?

MAN 2 - YEAH I UNDERSTAND.

EXT MAN 1.

MAN 2 LOOKS DOWN AT WINDOW THEN BACK AT COMPUTER AND CONTINUES TYPING.

[FADE WHITE AND THEN BLACK]
[FLICKER COLOURED BOX IN CENTER OF COLOURED SCREEN IN FOLLOWING ORDER, REPEAT X3 WITHIN 5 SECONDS]
[BOX/BACKGROUND]
{BLUE/WHITE]
[YELLOW/BROWN]
[RED/PINK]
[BLACK WITH COLD DOTS/PURPLE]
[GREEN/ORANGE]

[CLOSE UP ON CHILDS MOUTH COVERED IN FOOD AND SNOT, DARKNESS SURROUNDS]

CHILD - THIS IS WHERE DADDY KEEPS ALL THE CORN.

CHILD SCREAMS AND THE VIDEO SPEED SLOWS TO 5O% AS THE SCREAM IS DROWNED OUT BY
THE SOUND OF A THUNDERSTORM.

[LIT LIGHTBULB SMASHING ON CONCRETE WITH PAINTING OF A RIFLE]