This was for a creative writing assignment in my English class..
Every college student, at one point or another, will eventually end up pulling an all-nighter to study for an exam, or finish a project. This, unfortunately, was my night to do just that. It was creeping up on 3:00 in the morning, and I still had not finished the piece for my Illustration class, and what's worse, I was out of coffee. Now, usually, I would never go out alone at night, especially in Boston, but this was an emergency, and I needed more caffeine. I grabbed my jacket, and caught a bus to the nearest convenience store. Upon entering the establishment, I walked past two questionable fellows scoping out the snack displays, and a rather cute, rather bored-looking cashier named Oliver. I made my way to the oh, so familiar coffee station and began making a generously sized coffee, just the way I liked it. While basking in the satisfying aroma of gas-station coffee, I noticed just how quiet the store had become, because despite the fact that it was almost 3 A.M, the city never sleeps, and it is never this quiet in these places to begin with. I turned around to see Oliver, along with the other two people in the store staring, mouth agape, through the store windows. I moved a bit closer to where they were standing to get a closer look, and instantly wished I had not. When I looked out that window, I saw a sea of the most gruesome creatures I had ever laid eyes on. They were covered in blood, and though staggering, and moving rather slowly, would be here any minute, and no amount of double-paned glass would keep these guys away. We were trapped. In a wave of expletives, I quickly looked around the store for possible defense weapons and told Oliver, Leon and Vince to try and barricade the doors to the best of their ability. On my hunt for weapons, I found a few wrenches, a wiffle ball bat, some logs, and a pipe that I "loosened" from the back. I called the boys to the back and told them to choose their weapons. I claimed the rusty pipe, Oliver chose the largest of the wrenches, Leon chose one of the logs, and Vince thought he would be better off with a toy bat. For good measure, we gathered together in one group hug, until we heard an unmistakable moan, and banging against the outside of the building. The glass was beginning to crack. I looked at the faces of the last people I would likely ever see again, then hugged them close, and growled "Let's do this". Just as the last syllable passed through my lips, the glass shattered, and in came a flood of zombies. I never would have thought this could actually happen, especially to me, but alas, here I was, about to fight my way through an army of the undead. Vince ran up to the first zombie and began thrashing him with the yellow piece of plastic he chose for a weapon. As expected, it was a useless method of defense. Once Vince finally realized that his weapon was useless, he scrambled for one of the wrenches and rammed it right through the zombie's neck just as it was about to lunge for his flesh. It dropped to the ground, and Vince smashed its head in with his foot to make sure it was dead. The four of us began to take on as many of the vile creatures as we could. Leon was the first of us to go. There were too many of them, and his log was no match for their hunger. The reality finally set in that I was not going to make it out of this night alive. Oliver and I went back to back and tried to fight them off together, but as I was bludgeoning one in the head, to my left, a second came at me from the right, and before Oliver could fight it off me, it grabbed me and pinned me down onto the ground. I tried fighting him off as best as I could, but he was so STRONG. I just couldn't budge him. I felt searing pain in my neck as he ripped off pieces of flesh with his teeth. I screamed when I saw that more of them were coming to feed off me. I felt my clothes being torn, then the flesh underneath being ripped from the bone. The last thing I remember from that night was the sound of my flesh being torn away, and the most unimaginable amount of pain anyone could ever dream of. Then everything went black.
I woke up surrounded by softness. I was lying in a heap of pillows and stuffed animals, and covered with a light blanket. I opened my eyes and sat up, attempting to take in my surroundings. To my surprise, however, I was met by several pairs of eyes, just sitting around and watching me. I quickly glanced down at my body to see if I was wearing anything, because the last I remembered, all of my clothes were being torn off of me so I could become dinner. Fortunately, not only was I fully clothed, but my flesh was also completely unharmed. As I was trying to get a grip on where I was, one of the on-lookers approached me. He looked to be about 19 years old. He was pretty tall. He had shaggy dark hair, and light eyes. He looked strangely familiar.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Tobin." He replied. "I... Last night... I was the one who...-"
"No... It can't be!" I exclaimed. "Look at you!"
"Well you surely didn't think we came to heaven as zombies, did you? We all died a few months ago, Me, Adam, Blake, and Caleb, in a tragic accident up in Boston. They took our bodies up to the medical center close by for experimentation. It wasn't every day that they got four fresh teenage bodies like ours." Tobin explained.
"But... How did you become those THINGS?" I inquired.
"The experiments they were doing on us were top secret. I'm not exactly sure what they were supposed to remedy or cure or anything, but I DID know that there was something wrong about what they were doing to us. Too many injections. Too many shock treatments. It just didn't seem right. It was as though they were trying to bring us back... And, I guess they did, in a way."
"One day, they just took it too far on all of us. They made this vat of chemicals and liquids and basically everything they had in the facility, and filled syringes with it. They injected me first, and when one injection didn't do anything, they used another. And another. And another. When finally, my arm reached up and grabbed the doctor's wrist. My grip got tighter and tighter, and the assistants had to pry my hand off. They hauled me into one of the empty research animal cages, so they could safely observe me. Little did they know, I was getting stronger by the second."
"Next was Adam," He said, as he pointed to one of the boys in the corner.
"They injected him three times, then carried him into the cage next to mine and shut the door. He, too, was slowly being brought back to life. Pleased with these results, they repeated the process with Blake and Caleb. As they were putting Caleb in the last cage, I smashed the door to mine open and knocked over the vat of chemicals before they could get to me. I tore a chunk off of the lead examiner to distract the other two, so the guys could break free."
I just sat there in awe, trying to take it all in.
"But... There are only four of you here. There were dozens of those things back at the gas station! Where did THEY come from?"
Tobin replied sheepishly,
"Well... Do you remember me saying how I knocked over that vat of chemicals? Well, it somehow got into the hospital's water supply, and infected everyone in the building with whatever brought us back and turned us into those things. It must have turned all of them, too, in a few hours' time. Then we all escaped from the hospital and made our way to wherever showed signs of life. That gas station you were at was our fifth stop. There weren't enough people out in one spot at that hour to feed us all. We just kept going, and just kept eating. Your friend Oliver killed me again though, as soon as he realized what happened. As far as I know, he is still alive."
"Wow," Was just about all that I could say in response to what Tobin just revealed to me. I went from being an exhausted art student, to a victim of a zombie attack, all in a matter of a few hours, and now I was becoming friends with my killers. I plopped back into my bed of pillows with a sigh, and Tobin came closer to sit on the edge of one of the pillows.
"I'm really sorry, Angela. You can't really blame me though... It's not like I could control myself. You WERE pretty tasty though..." He said with a laugh.
I scoffed at him and said,
"Ha, Ha, Tobin... This is hardly a time for jokes."
Tobin laughed and said,
"Okay, I REALLY am sorry... Is there anything at all I could get you? I do owe it to you after all."
"No, thank you," I replied.
"I think I just want to rest for now... I have kind of a lot to take in."
He smiled at me and shooed the others from my room as he brought me some more blankets.
"I changed me mind," I said.
Tobin looked at me puzzled.
"Will you stay with me for a bit?" I asked.
"I don't think I want to be alone right now."
Tobin smiled sweetly, and lied down next to me in my pillow nest. I ended my first day in heaven having my hair stroked by the very person who brought me there.
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I think it's decently written, but I really dislike the gigantic paragraphs. It makes the reader get lost in what you're writing/they're reading. Other than that, no really big complaints came to mind. :)
