The Writing Dead Reader, This is simple and it will test your writing skills and horror skills. It is simple write a short scene about the person above you and how they died in the Zombie Apocalypse. RULES 1) At 1-2 Paragraphs long. 2) Must be Zombie theme. 3) Person your writing about dies. v/Respectfully, Keven I have no one above me to write about. So how do I die; make it good!
Keven Keven sat in his house for days. His pantry was stocked to feed the two of them for a year. They lived deep in the woods, Keven and Marta, since they were married two years ago. The newlywed mentality faded fast after they were forced to board up the house and spend every second together in stress and fear. But Keven was a survivor and he wasn't going to die, though now at this point he wouldn't be so upset if Marta did. The front door slammed after Marta's little dog scampered in, she drilled the door closed again before turning to him. "I swear Marta, if you attract those zombie freaks to our home, I am going to throw that dog out the door." Keven grumbled, so angry at that mut. He wanted to kick it across the room all it did was yap and cry. How were they supposed to survive when zombies were attracted to loud noises? "Just relax, Kev, Pepper is like our son." He mumbled under his breath. "Stupid dog." The Pomeranian began to bark. Lately it was like this ball of fur was going crazy, he was running into walls and barking at nothing. "Shut up!" Keven yelled and pointed at the dog. Pepper began to yap and squeal, running around Keven's legs, nipping his ankles. Marta reached her hands down to welcome the pooch into her arms, but was snapped at instead. She screamed and pulled her hand back, she began to suck on her bleeding finger to get it to stop. Keven reached with one arm and pushed the dog across the room. Pepper had never bitten anyone before, Keven thought, especially not Marta, that dog's nose was so far up her ass it could smell her breath. The dog came back and jumped up at Keven's face, who sat on the couch looking at his wife's finger. Although his teeth were small, the dog bit into his face, on his upper cheek, close to his eye. This time he kicked the dog, it screamed and ran up stairs to hide. "Are you okay, Kev? I don't know what's gotten into him, that's so strange." Marta dabbed at the small line of blood trailing down his face. "Marta, have you caught Pepper eating anything in the yard?" Keven's voice sounded frantic. "No, well not really. I mean I saw him messing with something lately but I didn't think anything of it." Keven ran to the front door and unscrewed it, he sprinted outside with Marta close behind. "Where was it?" he screamed at her. "I don't know, I don't know maybe over there, somewhere." She pointed to the east corner of the yard. He immediately saw a mass cloaked in the thickness of the woods. As he walked closer, his heart quickened. The hump was wrapped in red plaid, and as Kevin got closer he recognized the decomposing remains of what used to be Mr. Holt, the neighbor who lived about a half mile down. His body was missing flesh, and there was a large open wound on his neck. That must have been where the zombie bit him. Keven's gag reflex kicked in as he caught a whiff of the remains strewn around him. He immediately knew what had to be done, there was no avoiding it. Keven bumped into Marta and knocked her down on his way back to the house, but he didn't care. He was infected, they both were infected, all because of that little, f******, stupid dog of hers. She called to him, running behind him, grabbing his arms, but he couldn't be stopped. After all his work of keeping her safe, all the months of hiding in isolation, all for nothing... He didn't bother to screw the door shut when he came back inside. Above the fireplace sat his father's shotgun, which he always kept loaded. It felt so natural in Keven's hands, he felt like his father, strong and brave. She was still screaming behind him, but he was oblivious. He felt like he could already feel the virus spreading through his body, each pump of his heart sending him closer to becoming one of them. He stomped up the stairs in large muddy boots, and when he got to the top he was met by a deranged Pepper. The dog was snarling and growling, his creamy red fur flying everywhere. As he yapped, Keven pulled the trigger. The dog was obliterated, and Keven laughed because it reminded him of in the cartoons when they'd shoot a bird and feathers would burst everywhere. That's what happened to Pepper, but with a maroon puff. Marta screamed and hit Keven on the back. He turned around and fired again. She didn't wail like he thought she would, but instead made a terrible gasping noise as she fell backwards down the hard stair case, landing like a smashed pumpkin on the floor. He stood on the top step, and he looked down at her, her pretty Spanish face was frozen in a look of terror, and her flowery belly shit now ridden with holes. He threw the shot gun down the stairs after her, and turned to walk to their room, he slipped on the dogs innards. He grabbed the pistol from the dresser next to his side of the bed and just sat there. He just couldn't believe that his whole life was for nothing, meaningless, and that all of the things he worked so hard to get now couldn't save him from becoming a drooling man-eating freak. He pointed the cold metal to his head, and he thought of Mr. Holt, defeated and reduced to animal food, just a body spreading the virus around. He pulled the trigger by accident when he jumped after he heard a loud bang down stairs. The bullet missed his temple and went through his jaw bone, leaving him twitching in misery, but still alive. He heard the commotion of zombies breaking in downstairs, the monsters must have been delighted to hear gunshots and find a front door that could be beaten in. He was still conscious, and for twenty minutes he listened the the pack tear his wife apart, they screamed like wild animals when they found her. Some male zombies smelt Keven's blood upstairs, and left Marta to be eaten by others. They crept down the hall and found the bedroom door open, making noises to call the others. It was nothing but carnal sounds of enjoyment as they started with his open jaw wound. [Quick write before work turned into a lot more than I thought, sorry! Sorry it had to be death by Pomeranian/Zombie. lol SO SORRY I got your name wrong at first! My bad.]
I find these ideas quite of putting so I steer clear of them in my little word of writing. I cannot possibly get into the pyshic of getting rid off someone in writing. myhead physically hurts juts by thinking about it. so I am out. where would we be without choice hey
It's okay, I don't mind if you kill me :] haha I enjoyed this because of the Zombie theme, but I am always hesitant to kill off my characters in books, so great way to warm up: people you don't even know. lol I'd like to see how another person would respond to this. Perhaps I'm just off the morbid type.
seelifein69, I'll call you SL for the story flow. And since I don't know what gender you are, I made you female for balance. SL walked home from school, nose in a book. World War Z, the story of the Zombie Apocalypse. It was neat. If she were ever in a zombie apocalypse, she decided, she'd try to capture a zombie and see if they could starve to death. If so, then it would just be a matter of waiting it out. She heard an odd moan and froze. Was that a zombie? No, silly, zombies didn't exist. "I've been reading too much of this." She muttered, dog-earing the book and tucking it under her arm. She walked about a block before she got bored and pulled the book out again. Almost home, nose in her book, she didn't even notice the guy lying on the sidewalk until he grabbed her ankle. Letting out a scream, she tried to pull away, but he held fast. When she caught sight of what had grabbed her, she screamed even louder. The man on the sidewalk looked perfectly ordinary, if a bit disheveled, from his stomach up. But his lower torso and legs were completely missing, with gore oozing out. The man bit down and she screamed again, then threw her book at his face. It had no effect. She pulled off her backpack and bashed him on the head with it. Her biology textbook thunked hard against his skull, splitting it open. A detached part of her noted that his bones appeared to be weaker than normal. Then she pulled her leg free and half-limped, half-ran, into her small apartment and closed the door. She locked the deadlock, and then rushed to the bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she hung her wounded leg in the tub and ran water over it, as hot as she could stand. She'd heard you should do this for an animal bite to kill off infection. She could only hope it worked for this - or else that these zombies weren't contagious. Not all the stories she'd read had it transmitted by a bite. Sometimes the person had to actually die. Sometimes any death, zombie-related or not, resulted in a new zombie. After she'd throughly washed her wound, she bandaged it and thought about what to do. She lived alone, fortunately. She'd have to remain alone until she was certain that she wasn't going to become a zombie. And if she did become a zombie, well, she was guessing a zombie wouldn't know how to undo a deadbolt. But did she have enough food? Well, whether she did or she didn't, she had no choice. She couldn't exactly stop off at the grocery store, when zombies roamed the street and she might be turning into one at any moment. At least she had a lot of Oriental noodles. Those would keep. Two days later, she was running a fever and the wound was oozing pus. She cleaned it out as best she could,l but she felt dizzy. Was this it? Was she turning? Or was it a mundane infection? Even if it was mundane, without medical care, she might be dead anyway. She wondered if she should kill herself. She didn't own a gun, so she wouldn't blow her brains out, but maybe if she slit her wrists or took an overdose of aspirin, maybe that would work. No. Most stories said that zombies had to have the brain destroyed to be killed. None of those methods would destroy her brain. And besides, she wasn't dead yet. Maybe she'd survive. Maybe it was a mundane infection. A week after her bite, SJ banged on the door, moaning. So hungry... But there was something in her way, immovable and hard. She could vaguely remember that there was some trick to opening it, but she couldn't think of what. Her eyes stared blankly ahead as she rammed herself into the door once again. Two weeks later, SJ proved that zombies could, indeed, starve to death.
Because it's the person above me that's not the last one in line who wrote a prompt, I will do both of you. }< Prologue >{ Lou put away his safety goggles next to his ear protection, put in his hearing aid, picked up the newspaper and went to the couch to conclude the day. He took the cage of his new pet and put it next to the TV. He figured he should name the frog after something mythical, and he wasn't sure how he would keep his methods a secret. Something fitting would pop up soon as he got a better habitat for his majestic show piece, he thought, as he sank into his couch, broke eye contact with the animal, and turned on the television. Now he jumped up again right in the air. Lou stood with his eyes wide open, unable to blink, staring at the television screen, trembling, and just forgot about everything he had achieved in the past few weeks. He never thought this outcome would be possible. He wanted to wake up now, but there was no escape from reality. Why didn't he bother to call back? He could have prevented it, or at least saved so many lives. >{ Earlier that day }< "So, Ettina, describe to me what progress you are going to make today", Ed said. "Well, I am here today because the electrical circuit is finally installed," she wasn't going to finish her sentence, when the electrician opened the door, who looked puzzled as if he just tried to travel to Mars but came back to ask for directions. "There seems to be an older installation embedded in the foundation of the building that conflicts with your desired configurations. I have to make a temporary shortcut if you want to use the electricity today, I propose a short term solution." "Let me see what hideous outcome you are talking about", said always curious Ed, and the two of them disappeared into the basement. Ettina was not prepared for her career to turn into zoo keeping. Anymore setback and the animals are going to have to be sold. She was dressed in her white uniform, and tried rehearsing in her head what steps she would take in the supposed finished laboratory to undertake initial experiments. The sink in the kitchen, and the central heating on her floor echoed noises that the electrician and Ed down in the basements caused. She picked up the phone to call her colleagues in the head office from the other side of the world. Annoyed by the sounds from down the reinforced iron door of the elevator shaft, that sounded like a construction site, Ettina went over to the balcony, trying not to think about the bills that would grow as there might be a complete renovation, even a plummer needed later, and the contractor might have to be contacted soon, by the sound of it. She wasn't afraid of heights. "Etty! Tell me how the results are looking!" Said Lou on the phone. He wasn't normally enthusiastic at all. To this day his voice didn't match any image in her head of what he could look like. Trying to think of a way how he looks just made her feel silly, but she was glad about his refreshed attitude."There is a delay in our agenda, we can't begin testing today." She calmly replied. She wasn't sure if Lou heard her, but from his reaction he didn't seem annoyed by the noise on her end; "Well, we are living up to expectations. Most subjects recover before they even know what hit 'em!" How long lasts the interval between shock and revival?, she thought in excitement. Ettina thought about the side effects of the chemical bath. "It's important nobody contacts the press before enough data are covered with certainty." The growing noise from inside, briefly reminded her to make an appointment with the dentist, and she just wanted to close the balcony door. "I'm surprised, congratulations to you, Lou and the rest of the enterprise, I think the news will spread fast. I really hope we will have the same --- " Ed looked at the sweaty electrician that smelled like burned rubber, grind metal and dank concrete. He had been at the job for the morning and he had a blank expression on his face that was placed high on his neck, with a heavy chin and deep, dark, dirty but rare wrinkles around a nose with a bridge wider then the two far ends of his nostrils. The elevator ride took them to the lab. Ed was really proud of his work, and knew his pride was out of place at the moment, but he just wanted to compliment the electrician, who discretely had "Marcelino" as a name tag embroidered on his chest. Ed was proud his office had access to two elevators, and that it was functioning, and that there was a functional electrician in it. "Your first job today?" Asked Ed. "Yes, and I was thinking of taking the rest of the day off." Said the electrician, while he spontaneously shuddered the keys in his pocket. "Not that I'm going to cancel anything". They entered the basement. To Ed's relief, the animals were stored safely and healthy away from the equipment and dusty dig site. He saw the basement floor was made out of concrete and had the electricity, and other lines among pipes cast into the ground, without efficient orientation or proper modern day functionality. He was against using this location, but the head office needed quick verification of test results, when they had it, they could send in an observer for official verification, and then begin large scale experimentation with government funds. By then, this project would have become obsolete, so it was serving as a cheap, short term solution anyway. Clearly, his job was to create the future, but right now he believed in cleaning up in the present, for leaving traces of a representational past. A historian would be happy here, not a scientist. The whole floor needed to be renovated in order for it to become a genuine trustworthy lab. The electrician went at it to pull some lines, poke with his tools in trenches and holes, scraping off rust from pipes, as he explained how a shortcut can be made, fitting to the lab's needs. "Just shove the dirt under the carpet", Ed agreed with the solution, to make no further delay in the agenda. "You will have access to the circuit before lunch", the electrician required no further assistance, except possibly for being served by Ed at his installed coffee break, lasting until lunch. Ed turned to the elevator with the mesh netting door, and was glad to leave the site because of the noise that started to come from the equipment. Maybe this day it was better to give the animals some rest before handling them, and he figured he should spend the rest of they day testing the cages, testing the microscopes, the clamps, doing theoretical experiments and all round check ups in and around the lab doing work of too great importance. *Clang!* The old elevator got stuck. Ed wasn't even two meters up, still could see the electrician who already noticed the situation, through a gap. "I need to reassemble a lot of cables in order to get the elevator running. I hope you have something to do in the meantime." He said. There was no emergency button or anything in this outdated cage. "Well, instead of fixing that, let's focus on opening the doors", Ed replied, with his head and knees on the bottom. "I can fit through the gap". With a lever they forced the doors open, and Ed got out. He was never in the basement before this day, but he had seen blueprints. There was a different way out, a crawlspace leading to the elevator shaft of the public elevator. They could get on top of that, then get in to it, and be free. Ed explained the idea to the electrician, who was a professional, so he didn't leave his equipment behind. Besides, they could use it to enter the functional elevator. He took the electricity off, because of the risk of fire hazard, and he was not sure when it would be necessary to return and followed the sound of the scientist, who might have found the opening to the tunnel, because he was making sounds of being pleasantly surprised. Ed was 100% surprised, but not totally pleasantly, as he did find a way out of the basement. "I am afraid of the dark." The smart thinking electrician knew what to do. He turned the light and the electricity back on, followed by relief and praise of Ed. Then he started to remove and connect wires and light bulbs, and went into the tunnel to decorate it. After a while he heard the electrician return, and he had time to look at the creatures in the cages with terror in their eyes. "I have lit up the place and installed a wire, pull it, if you are at the end of the tunnel. There is light from the elevator shaft, so then I will pack up and come after you in the dark. Don't stick your head out the exit; the shaft is too tight for passing trough anything other than the elevator." "Thank you", Ed said with a wide smile, that turned into an ever wider grin when he entered the decorated tunnel to the elevator shaft, worried. The shaft was silent, the elevator was not at their level. He pressed himself to the wall, then he yanked the string. The line was dead. Great. The noise from inside was gone too. Then: an audible roar, a buzz raced through town, and Ettina thought this sound was added in movies for drama. * BZZZwooMMMmmm * The lights went off. He blinked. The sound so loud and prolonged didn't seem right for a couple of light bulbs. He looked around in complete darkness; there was no light source available up the shaft. He started to shake and pulled again on the rope. He wanted to hold on to it, but felt it being pulled back to the basement. Ed backed away from the exit to the shaft, afraid of falling into the shaft. "Hey, man get me out of here!" He yelled. No reaction. As Ettina looked up and peered around town, her gaze hunted about, as all power in town turned off in synchronicity. A crashing car, cars honking. More crashing. Chaos: the city was without electricity. Nothing lit the shadows that were cast by the tall buildings. Some people got out of their cars to resign from traffic that has become lawless and rowdy, some didn't even park. The subway station drained the surfacing crowds it poored on the street. Some buildings flushed all residents. Ettina felt little for a couple of minutes, overlooking the unfolding drama. She went back inside. Nothing worked, not the lights, not the TV, not the phone. She was kind of glad if she could go home after this turn of events, she has been a nervous wreck in anticipation of this important day already, but it didn't matter anymore. Either way, she went to the door to the basement. Stuck. She fiercely knocked on the door. No reaction. "Eddy! Ed!" She yelled with her ear against the door. She yelled louder. Nothing. She decided to wait, eventually they had to come back, and she didn't want to risk missing out on them as they would be looking for each other. She went to relax out. Ed heard how the metal buttons were pushed several times in close sequential up different floors up the shaft of the elevator. It wasn't going to move. The rope slipped from his fingers, no matter how much he held on. He had to follow, the shaft was not an option without the electrician's guidance. "This is not funny! I will have you fired!" On his way back, he turned around the corner and to his surprise he saw light. Entered the basement again. He heard breathing from the animals, but not an electrician. There was a fire, and he saw the electrician there. Dead? The cables have caused a fire. Warning the authorities was not the best option within the time span, so he had to use his expertise. The electrician might just be capable of finishing his job right after he got him back on his feet. Although the circuitry wasn't finished yet, Test subject #2.1 had already administered shock. Ed opened the barrel with liquid. He lift up dead the electrician and placed him in the barrel. He added the sparking cables. "Fireworks." Ettina couldn't help herself. She didn't hear herself, nor the sirens, nor the helicopters, however, because of the loud, spectacular crackling noise, from the electrical grid that got a fatal overload and the power outage came to a 360 degree end. It was blown totally out in a few seconds; telephone lines, the metro, tram, streetlights, all kind of facilities, became a fountain of sparks. Explosions. Black smoke started to rise from all around the city and flames took a grip of the many structures. Panic. Many injured people. The streets needed more place for ambulances and firefighters. After viewing this spectacle for a while, her worry about Ed had her thinking normal again and she went inside, only to figure out the TV went on but it did not broadcast anything. The power was back on, somehow the apartment building was safe from destruction. The elevator still was stuck though, and there could be no telephone calls. The public elevator was back in service. The doors opened. The electrician roared unearthly loud after the reaction had stopped and Ed removed the cables from the empty barrel. What body parts of him made that sound is uncertain. Ed's eardrums were shattered from the reaction's loud feedback, so he was pleasantly surprised to see Test subject #2.1 'yawn', an obvious sign of life. The electrician was not what he used to be before he died. All his muscles were forced to absorb the energy that would have disintegrated anybody without the proper guidance, and every fiber all served one single purpose. It wasn't clear what ever the reassigned function of the brain was now, because that organ's wires are definitely fried. "Let's find a way out of here" Ed said, and he was pleased when he saw the attempts of the electrician were to follow his example. The barrel fell over and thus the electrician escaped from his contraption and got on his feet. His posture and stance had changed, all his bodily cells were overloaded and buff, but damaged and broken at the same time. His hair was in all directions, except downwards, and smelled like coals. He let out a constant wheezing, peeping, coughing sound, sometimes it even resembled a song. Ed reached the elevator shaft and saw his chance to jump on the elevator in service. He saw the electrician crawl from around the corner of the tunnel, who happened to pace up as he saw Ed. Ed started to break into the elevator, and to his surprise the people that were in it, left the cubicle quickly. His reflection scared him; his ears had blood dripping down his white professor's uniform. He didn't know he has gotten deaf until now. He was very proud. His first attempt at reviving a creature was an actual human. He waited to push the button to Ettina's floor until Test subject #2.1 came up. Faster then expected. "I owe you one", Ed said, as the electrician plummeted from the elevator's trapdoor down next to him, and reached up... Ettina jumped in terror from her dreamworld, up from the most awful terrible screaming known to man. All the misery she had just witnessed around town couldn't add up to this horror. She covered her ears, and in panic stood in front of the public elevator. In went up. Up. Up. The terror louder, nearer. Nothing. Almost at the penthouse. Her heart jumped when it went for her floor. Her eyes wider as ever before, the doors opened, a smell of coal welcomed her. Since when did they paint the elevator red? Ed? Missing lumps of flesh from his face and he reached his arms up to her, with gaping wounds in his arms and coves in his hands. The electrician? With a skin color that wouldn't be fashionable on any one ever, gnawing on Ed's lower legs, soaking in blood. They both looked her dead in the eye, grunting, Ed fell over flat on his face, his eyes still locked on Ettina's, reaching an angle inside his skull quite inhumane. The electrician reached on his legs and stomped on Ed's skull and went for a hug with Ettina. Ettina was paralyzed and couldn't take her eyes off as she backed away, Ed reached back on his feet with his skull barely in one piece. Ettina now screamed, seemingly enough to leave both gentlemen in a slight state of perplexity. She turned around, opened her eyes again, and closed the balcony door after she fled there. Unfortunately, that one is made of glass. Outside, a speeding car to find refuge in places that didn't just had the most devastating electrical black out in the history of mankind. The driver was really about to stop, because she drove past a building that looked like it was unaffected. She drove slower and looked up, as if the building was going to fall over, on her car. But it didn't. From the sky, an assortment of bodies rained down and before she could anticipate, they plummeted into her hood. *SCHLACK* *THANG* *CRUNCH* Three people just committed suicide... or was it a horrible accident? Poor S.L., her front window was completely red now, and her car total loss, so she went out. The odd sounds originating from the pile of metal and flesh where the impact happened, just were a little too ominous and made her want to get the hell away. The wry door wouldn't open completely and to her shock she could feel movement, and when she looked, there was an uncalled for sign of life, she just rather didn't witness. A gargling bipedal silhouette rose from where it had landed and started to propel autonomously. An other body that shouldn't be in a state accountable for residing any lifeforms just started to disengage from the scenery under guidance of screeching from the third and most violent one who rose mighty tall above the wreck. S.L. decided to close the door again, and climbed to the backseat. She hoped no unwanted visitors would look here to file any insurance claims at this time of day. Now kill me.
Bakinpowder is gonna be a dude. Just cause. Named bobby. ahem. Here goes. Bobby sat on the front step as he calmed his nerves with a cigarette. As he dragged in the smoke, his son bounded out of the house. "Daddy!" He jumped into Bobby's lap. "Mommy says we're leaving." Bobby smiled despite the recent events. "Yeah Bau. We're leaving." He stood. "We just gotta pack." Bobby kissed his wife as he hauled his pack on. "Is Serena ready?" Mandy smiled. "She is. She's something to be proud of." Bobby headed out with his family. The radio said that there was a safe haven. It was probably a hoax, but it was worth a shot. The walk was only twenty miles, and when they got there, they jumped with glee. "Welcome to terminus." Bobby turned and saw a small woman. "We're glad to be here." "Follow me." Bobby looked closer, and noticed the necklace around the woman's neck. "Hold up." "Dad." Serena complained." "That's Mrs Sanchez's necklace. Where did you get that?" Mandy frowned. "She left for here two days before us. How did you find that?" Bobby pulled his rifle out. "This ain't no haven. Kids, run!" Mandy and Bobby ran. Bobby stopped to call for his kids, and he felt the rip of a bullet going through his chest. His wife fell soon after. "Don't worry." The woman said. "We'll take care of the children." Then, Bobby's world turned black. (Sorry, a lot longer than I expected.)
... HoraceCombs thought, as he witnessed Kittie Pie, who liked to read, was too busy to pay attention to her surroundings and become prey to a violent attack of the apparent sudden rise of the living dead predators. He really couldn't believe his eyes, and thus, he did not flee in terror nor come forward to help, but decided he had without warning become instantly schizophrenic and was experiencing his first psychosis. This bet became fatal as he waited for the supposed delusion of screams, gargling, kicking, shouting, blood fountain squirting to disappear. But in stead of this image turning into kittie_pie looking up to him in the eye from her book, with a cold but doubtful expression, confronting him what kind of creep he was for staring at her without blinking for so long, he heard screeching in his ear, and before he could react he fell strong hands on his shoulders, a knee in lower his back, and he and his attacker fly forward towards the heap of miserable mixture of living and dead heap of flesh and bones being raped, eaten and vividly torn apart, his body anticipated to crash into the blood and organ littered hard library floor, but he heard gunshots before he could feel how they pierced trough his attacker, saw eruptions come from his chest and the last bullet went over his head but through the zombie on his back's, his vision blurred by a rain of blood, skull and brains and his face drooping with cranial intestine of what used to be another human. It hurt so bad he could not scream, and as he pushed with his last force out a stream of blood and goo from his gut filled penetrated lungs through his airways, coughing, emptying his bowels, the lights went out and he lied still, smothered, and the last thing he felt was being lost, detached, senseless and, dizzy, naked, beyond shame and guilt: kaput. Then a spark set fire to the blackness and his nervous system erupt. The only familiar thing he could feel was uselessness, but all of a sudden found the strength of a thousand mountains. But why get up? Why throw this body off, take a shower and go for a walk? Why win the Jackpot? There was no point in fighting: he realized this was his last brief instant before death, but also that his body had obvious other plans. That was member 66696. Splendid.
