Monday, August 27, 2012

I have this song stuck in my head...


Alright, so I've recently been camping and fishing with my family during the annual fishing derby that's held there every year. Stayed their for three days and was thrilled to come back to the internet, and civilization, oh how I love a hot shower...Anyways, during the time that I wasn't fishing or just relaxing I was playing a favorite, old, game of mine. Metroid Fusion for the GBA, now, we all know how my mind works, if I start to think about something, well...I come up with ideas for a story, for this particular idea started out with something simple, Samus just floating in space on her ship, and then quickly got out of hand as her ship got invaded and was then turned into a sex slave for some pirates that survived the initial blast of the space station. But thinking about all of this, I was reminded that if this indeed happened, why would the X parasite use Samus as a play thing instead of trying to kill her?

Well all answers will hopefully be answered in this 18+  story that I try not to do anymore, but it happened, my best regards to you as you read this, it was one interesting story. Also one last thing, this was made in a couple of hours at night, while everyone else was sleeping, so don't try to get all holier then thou on me for something that I made on the fly. Again, one last thing, I swear, if their is enough commotion about this for a second story line to this, I shall think about writing another one, now enjoy the story and fap, you sick bastards.


The Dirty X

By Justin Thomas

"Samus, there are no more Bio Signs from the initial destruction of this ship."

"Adam, are you sure? I don't want to leave this job undone and have to return back."

"Yes Samus, I am certain, now, sleep is critical for you after your mission, I will be powered down for diagnostics and repairs."

"Very well, night."

Samus stared at the computer screen a bit longer before standing up and stretching, before ambling off to the side bunk where she normally slept. The initial fights with both her infected suit and the infected Omega Metroid had made her sore, bruising showed where she had been hit, the dark purple blotches on her normally flawless, peach colored skin was a reminder how many times she had been close to dying. "Open." She said absentmindedly as the side bunk slid out noiselessly, her clothing only consisted of a pair of blue panties and a see through blue bra. She was alone, only have Adam as her guide as they were going back to Earth to report back to the Federation as to what happened.

The bed underneath her back was soft, perfect for her sore body, she looked up at the ceiling which had a window presenting her a beautiful picture of the stars and galaxies outside. It was times like this that helped her think, and to fall asleep, being a bounty hunter, the most feared among the criminal, but left her lonely for some type of companion. A family or lover would only get in the way, or be used against her should her enemies know of them. She sighed as her eyelids gently slid closed, her chest soon hardly moving as she fell into a deep sleep. 

Adam was back online after monitoring Samus's heart and breathing, and contacted the Galactic Federation, where he was patched into a secured network. "Adam, I am well pleased how you have lulled Samus into thinking that you're her friend." The computer responded back. "I was programmed to do as told." "Never mind that, do you have some of the Pirates on the sonar?" "Yes, they are very active, they survived in some wreckage after the initial destruction of the station." "Are they still infected with X?" "I have a positive scanning  on the organisms." "Good, go get some and take them in tow with you." "What about Samus?" "They are for Samus." "I...Understand..." 

With that last sentence, Adam disengaged from the terminal and turned the ship around to where the pings from the sonar were the loudest. The inky blackness was blotted with the coloring of the stars on the ships outer hull as Adam positioned himself to where some flotsam was floating harmlessly. He checked the organisms one more time to make sure that they were still alive, the vacuum of space was most forgiving. The ship then partially docked on the largest part of the wreckage and used the ships gravity beam to pull up several survivors that were in perfect shape. The four specimens were curled into a fetus position as they were then held in stasis. The ship then undocked and flew off on it's original flight plan, the estimation to Earth was now four weeks away, a few hours would not be accounted for as they were overwritten with flight data. 

After surveying the creatures, and monitoring their breathing and heart beats, Adam was passive with the stasis that held the pirates in the back. If things got out of hand, Adam would be alerted and the creatures jettisoned back into space. Samus was still asleep, a good sign that she would not be up anytime soon. Adam turned himself off, his passive programming would keep the ship on the correct flight plan, and move out the way of any objects. 

A soft click was heard somewhere in the darkness, Samus didn't want to wake up, trying to move she felt arms and legs restrained by something hard. Groaning she opened one eye sleepily, and looked at the blurry, purple bird like creature before yawning and closing her eye. Her brain then registered it as a Zebesian, her eyes flew open and she tried to jerk at whatever was holding her. The pirate was not alone, three others were looking at her with their solid blue eyes. Their claws were open, having a short glance at her wrists and ankles she was currently stuck in a prison cell, the bindings on her were made of spent, solid uranium that was no longer radioactive. 

The leader continued to look at her, and she blushed slightly remembering her lack of dress, but then she glared back. "Whatever it is you want, I will not give you anything!" Her threat solid as her backing, whatever happened to Adam, she was alone. The leader cocked his head slightly and opened his bird like beak, the X parasite that was mimicking the host was learning how to try to speak. "Y-Yu." It stopped and looked at her almost expectantly in it's evolution. She sighed, if somehow she could communicate with her captors, she would hopefully gain her freedom. With that single thought in her mind she opened her mouth. "You...Will...Never...Get...Any...Thing...From...Me..." 

She stopped as the information was being collected, and the Pirate cocked his head again. "You are." She was what? This was starting to become mentally painful, her weight was evenly distributed, her back was wet from sweat, and she needed to go pee. The bindings wouldn't allow her to cross her legs so that she could hold herself better. The leader continued to register the words formed and put them into something she would understand. "You are mate." That got her attention...If she knew anything about this species, it was that the X parasite took over the host and the used the mimicked body to lure in its prey. The surgery that she had with the baby Metroid vaccine had allowed her to absorb the X for energy, even without her suit, her body was still able to do that simple function should the Zebesian clone lose its current form.

"Mate!? I am no ones mate!" She snapped, her blue eyes ablaze with hatred for what was said about her. "Mate...Yes, you are mate." She threw her weight against the bonds but nothing happened, she was going to be used, and she absolutely hated nothing more then being used. "No!" She cried out as her bra was ripped from her, her breasts hanging free now, her panties were next to go as they to were ripped from her helpless body. She blushed hard, both to embarrassment and to being subject to whatever she would have to endure. The X seemed to know what it was doing as all four took off her bonds and held her in a tight grip, forcing her to remain still was harder for them. She yelled in pain as she had managed to kick one pirate off her left leg, only to be shot, not enough to kill her, but only enough to damage her leg. 

It was in her nature to fight, to not give in to anything, not even to the mounting pressure of the hard enemies that she had come into contact. She used her good leg and tripped another pirate to her right. This time the pain from the weapon wasn't her leg, but on both her arms, she cringed as she fought the overwhelming agony that threatened to cripple her. This was then that she was kicked in the side, sending her flying into the side of the hull. She gasped as the air was knocked out of her, leaving her disorientated, as a claw picked her up by her throat, effectively cutting off her air supply. She gasped at the arm, her face growing red, as she was then punched hard and then let go, her right eye hurt like Hell, her nose felt broken and it was bleeding. 

A few minutes ago, she was a proud warrior, now she was on the floor, being beaten, her will still strong, her only desire was for revenge now. As she struggled to sit up a sideways kick to her head caused her to fly face first back into the hull. Her nose smashed, her eyes now in pain, she felt blood in her mouth and she coughed it up as she fell backwards onto her back. She could barely see as all four Zebesians looked down at her, talking in their own speech. Doing a mental check brought her some comfort, neither her arms or legs were broken, only her nose, and some cracked ribs it seemed. The rest was tissue damage, and the abuse she had suffered. Not having time to come up with a plan she was picked up by her hair roughly, which caused her to open her mouth to scream. 

When she did, a hard, thick, long, rubbery, and repulsing object was thrust into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed around it, the taste was making her gag, the smell was of rotten fish, but she had not control as it was backed out, and then thrust back in, her tongue held flat as one of the Pirates was forcing her to suck him. She had no idea that Zebesians had a member, let alone knew how to mate. Again and again, the smell and taste assaulted her senses, her breasts were being played with and she moaned in despair. Her hands were then picked up, and with resignation started to give two other pirates a hand job, her hair was still in the one that making her blow hims grasp, forcing her to take the entire thing in before backing out and ramming her throat. 

She had forgotten about the fourth one as she felt something hard, rub against her womanhood, it touched her clit and she yelled, but it was muffled as her mouth was being harshly used. Tears fell down her face as she felt his entire length fill her up, it's claws biting into her hips as it started to thrust hard and deep into her. She groaned as she felt her body react painfully, it was too much for her bladder though and she pissed shamefully as she was filly with his size and length. 

Her being being stuffed by two hard members, which didn't have any exoskeleton on them, but were soft, hot, throbbing members that were in her. Using her body, her hands for their own sick, and twisted pleasure. She kept her eyes closed as she felt her head being jerked harder, he was going to cum inside of her mouth, the thought that she would drink some of the X parasite made her enthusiastic, at least it would help her get her strength back. Her tongue rubbed the length of it as she opened her throat more, willing him to cum inside of her mouth and down her throat.

The Zebesian grunted, his member thickened as he slammed her face down all the way, the thick, hot, creamy liquid was one large blast as she drank down every drop, even licking the tip of it when he was done. She was panting as she felt some renewed energy, not enough to kick ass, but enough to stop feeling so much pain. The two pirates that she still had a handle on were then forced together as she took turns sucking one while jerking the other off. Her pussy was taking a pounding as the one behind her wasn't letting up. She had just got done drinking and licking the two pirates cum when a claw was around the back of her neck, forcing her to start riding the one still in her backwards. 

She moaned as she didn't care anymore what happened in this time and place, she was being filled and it felt goood. "More! Oh God More!" She panted as she felt her pussy squeeze around the member that was deep inside of her, she then arched her back as she came onto him, the Zebesian groaned with her, filling her womb with his seed, her belly extended out a little as he didn't pull out all the way. She could care less, the feeling was ecstatic, and she wanted more. 

Pushing her breasts together she licked some of the cum off of them. She could see this had a desired effect on the males around her. She smiled saucily as she had her arms on her sides. "Please...Give me more..." She begged as she was then pulled from the one she was sitting on, and then forced on her hand and knees, her pussy being filled up by another hard, member, she opened her mouth as one got on his kneed in front of her. Her mouth and throat accepting what was being given to her. She no longer was thinking of escape but of this sex, her enemies unlocking a deep passion and lust and desire deep inside of her. 

The End

Thursday, August 16, 2012

And here we go...

As I finally get to show off my second chapter to my story, I was thinking of writing a eulogy over how flattering this would be if I got a book deal... Well the eulogy ended up being told in a basket of Ginger Bread Men and a tall glass of milk, then said book deal got eaten by previously mentioned Ginger Bread Men. So all in all, it makes for a pretty tame day, thinking of posting a doodle I drew on here, but thought against it. Makes for better guessing if you don't know what it looks like, so now, I introduce Chapter Two of Two Minutes Of Terror, have fun reading. (Revised on 10/19/12)


Chapter two
Death aims only once, but never misses.”
EDWARD COUNSEL, Maxims


When I awoke, I first noticed two things, one, that my head was on a really comfy pillow, and boy do I mean comfy, and two I was staring into a pair of the most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen. “You’re finally awake; I didn't think you would ever wake up, thank you so much for saving me earlier.” 

I found that my mouth had suddenly gotten dry but that was something that was to be expected. The Hero getting the welcome he deserved, and at the hands of a very pretty woman A very, pretty, Asian, woman. “You uh, you’re welcome Miss…?” “Emily, Emily Black.” “A pleasure to meet you Emily, I’m umm I'm Jacob. Are you okay? Besides being scared by our canine buddy?” 

I could tell that she was hiding something, whatever it was it could wait. How I could tell, well, let’s just say that I often trust my intuition, and more than sixty percent of the time I'm right about something. Why was I suddenly nervous about her? I really had no clue, she was pretty, and well curved in all the right areas... It was then that her eyes flashed blue, and then back to her normal color, it happened so fast, I was sure that I was going crazy.

She shook her head, her long, black hair swishing back and forth gently. “No, I mean yes, I'll be fine…, but what was that thing?” I felt a nagging at the back of my mind and needed to check something. “I’m not so sure myself.” We both looked away as an awkward silence came between us. What a great mood killer, I'll file that away for the next time I go out on a date. 'Hey, want to talk about, huge, black dogs that kill people? I got a great story...'  I got up, and chivalry had taken hold of me, I held out my hand to her, she took it with grace and I let go when she got to her feet. 

Her hand was freezing, despite the temperature being at least a balmy seventy degrees in the store; again, I felt something not quite right with her, maybe it was the eye thing, or maybe I was so eager to get laid that I was making myself sick. “What’s wrong?” She suddenly asked, as she broke my train of thought, and my stare at her breasts, it was as if she had gotten prettier. It was either me, or that I horny, I'm starting to go with being horny. 

Yes, I was very enamored with her body that I didn't get her question the first time she asked it. “Hey, Jacob? Yoo-hoo Are you okay?” “Hmm? Oh! Yes! I was, uhhh I was just thinking is all. What did you ask again?” She smiled, her teeth were very white “Is there a bathroom here?” “Yes, uhhh just go down all the way to the store and it’s in the far right corner.” “Thank you” And just like that, she turned around and was gone in a flash of black, brown and green.

She must have been really in need of wanting to go bad as it she practically ran down the chip aisle and slammed the bathroom door, nothing says like I need to go, like slamming the bathroom door, or waddling very fast. I sighed to myself as I headed over to the counter to get my small book. You see, my small book contains stuff about supernatural creatures, from Werewolves, to Doppelgängers. A local historian buff that reads about the supernatural, oh the horror, I wonder what ever is going to happen…

It comes with me wherever I go, why? Well, let’s just say that I want to be prepared in case I ever see anything out of the ordinary, and perhaps get laid by some hot chick that digs my knowledge about Vampires. 

Yes, if I can impress some bubble headed, brain-dead, but hot chick that is crazy for Twilight, I will use that to my advantage. I picked up the leather bound item and started to flip through the pages until I came across my own sketch of the beast in question. My leather book contains a variety of creatures that goes from A to Z, with a sketch on the left page and the description on the right. I studied the rather creepy looking drawing and then read description that I had written down.

Hell Hounds: "A hell hound is a supernatural dog, found in folklore. A wide variety of ominous or hellish supernatural dogs occurs in mythologies around the world, similar to the ubiquitous dragon. Features that have been attributed to hell hounds include black fur, glowing red or sometimes glowing yellow eyes, super strength or speed, ghostly or phantom characteristics, foul odor, and sometimes even the ability to talk.

Legend says that if someone is to stare into its eyes three times or more, the person will definitely die. In cultures that associate the afterlife with fire, hell hounds may have fire-based abilities and appearance. They are often assigned to guard the entrances to the world of the dead, such as graveyards and burial grounds, or undertake other duties related to the afterlife or the supernatural, such as hunting lost souls or guarding a supernatural treasure. In European legends, seeing a hell hound or hearing it howl may be either an omen of death or even a cause of death.

Some supernatural dogs, such as the Welsh Cŵn Annwn, were actually believed to be benign. However, encountering them was still considered a sign of imminent death..."

“Hmm… What are you reading there Jacob?” I was so startled that I almost screamed like a little girl, jumped, and almost dropped my book. Which I quickly put it in my pocket and tried to play the cool guy, and looked up at her pretty, curious, and almost ghostly appearance. Gone was the healthy, brown skin tone of a beautiful, hot, woman, in its place was pale, sickly white skin color, almost like ivory. her lips were a pale blue and well, she really did look like ghost. She must have seen me looking at her for she smiled and looked at me, almost seductively, which now, made me very, very nervous. “I got sick, sorry if I look like a mess, do you have any water?” 

The open, candidness she had with me was refreshing, attractive, and made all my alarms go off in my head. “Sure it’s right next to the milk and coffee section, toward the middle on your left side.” “Thank you.” She responded and walked slowly to her next destination, the poor thing, she must be going through some shock or was trying to seduce me... I was rationalizing what was going on, which meant that I was falling for her,  so I checked my book again, going into the section about female demons, this time there was a sketch of a woman that had wings, horns on her head, long fingernails, and had a craving for spiritual energy from guys.

 I looked up to make sure she was taking her time; I caught her looking out the window, slowly drinking the small water bottle she had. It was wrong of me I know, thinking of her being a Succubus, or maybe a variation thereof but right now I needed to know or not. If I was going to get laid, I might as well do it with a normal girl, not some demon seductress that would kill me before the night was over. So I looked down and began look for the right kind of demoness, she was Asian so it narrowed down the search to either Japanese or Chinese in origin. The slight upward slant of her eyes, made me look in the Japanese demons, and found something that appeared to be right down my alley, so I began to read to myself.

Yuki-onna: "Yuki-onna is an old Japanese tale, a spirit or yōkai in Japanese folklore appears on snowy nights as a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair and blue lips…" 

‘Wait a minute’, I reminded myself, ‘it’s not snowing outside’. I chuckled gently and turned my head to prove that it was my imagination. However, as I looked outside, it was in fact snowing. It was falling gently, the streetlights illuminating the world outside to a bright, but blurry orange. Sure it was close to Halloween but it shouldn't be snowing, not like this. I then turned my attention from the snow to Emily and saw that Emily was staring back at me, her lips a pale blue, and a knowing smile. The water that she was holding was ice, but around me it was still warm. Which one was a weird thing and two, this was signaling that my night was going to be far from over. She looked out the window, like she was giving me more time to read. So I continued.

"… What Yuki-onna is after varies from tale to tale. Sometimes she is simply satisfied to see a victim die. Other times, she is more vampiric, draining her victims' blood or "life force." She occasionally takes on a succubus-like manner, preying on weak-willed men to drain or freeze them through sex or a kiss." 

Now this wasn't looking good at all, I would have to be careful in how I acted from now on. I put the book back into my pocket and looked into her deadly, playful, and cold brown eyes. Whatever was their before was gone, gone was the warmth, the concern, the attractiveness, well…Not that. It made her a ruthless killer, but a sexy, ruthless killer. “ Isn't this weather weird?” I directed the answer toward her, seeing how she would respond. “Oh Jacob, this is very strange weather, do you suppose that it would get so cold, that we would have to be near one another for body warmth?” I gulped, she really was going for the gold, and how could she not be great in her performance? She apparently had been doing this for a very long time. 

“I’m not sure, as long as the heat holds, we should be fine. I’m worried about what is going on tonight.” “All nights are destined to end in one of two things Jacob Mcreedy, life or death. What will be your choice?” That was then that I knew it, that she was a demoness, to either kill me or spare me. So far I had been spared, but for what reason and for how long? I didn't notice her move toward me, how could I? 

She wasn't walking but gliding over the tiled floor. She stopped in front of the counter and suddenly I could see my breath, ice crystals formed on the windows, the cash register, everything that had once been warm was now frozen. 

The front lights couldn't handle the sudden decrease of temperature and burst. Leaving me in a half dark store with a hot, bloody demon that wanted my blood. “My dear Jacob, I am grateful that you rescued me from that Hound of Hell, and I should probably repay you…But seeing as you can’t stand having your precious night ruined with anymore death I am going to tell you what I am going to do, alright?”

I tried to speak but nothing came forth, she giggled and rubbed my cheek with her hand. I felt colder, and shook with the dropping temperature. “You will give me some of your energy in any way that you desire, and I won’t kill you right now, how does that sound?”

I trembled, shivered, and ached to go along with her offer, if nothing else, she was going to spare me, or so I hoped. I could feel my voice come back, and I needed to choose my next words carefully. “Why me?” Was all I could manage to say, to keep her hopefully telling me why to give me a chance to form a chance to escape. Her hold on me was something I could break out of, but I needed time to get strong will power. Her eyes locked with mine and I could see the answer already there, the one I had feared she was going to use. “Because you were here my dear Jacob…”

 With that, my entire body felt numb, no more feeling, nothing as her icy, blue, lips closed around mine. My body unable or unwilling to move as I felt myself grow weaker every second she kissed me, her tongue played with mine, and well, I got aroused. I moaned in total defeat, my lungs drawing in less and less air, sleepiness descended upon me rapidly, and I was in a total blackout, with only the memory of her lips against mine…

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I know...I know...

I know when I said that my last post was going to be a filler before posting the second chapter of the story... I have been busy, sick, and well cleaning and reading online comics when I should be cleaning... Don't judge me, we both know you want to, not going to work on me! I have mental issues!!! MENTAL ISSUES!!!!! ... >.>" ... <.<" ... (Read those lines in Pilz-E's voice, I dare you.) Ya, no, please don't, my inner voice doesn't sound like that, it mostly sounds more like a girls...If you ever heard my voice and added some tuner to it where it did sound like a girls, that is what it would sound like. I kid you not, sure I would jerk your chain... Like I said, I have issues, more like seeing stuff that isn't there, getting distracted by shiny things, or just being me, and singing with my friend Nick, who happens to think like I do most of the time. (Don't ask him about the clothing man song... Please, for the love for all that is Holy and pure in this corrupt world, don't ask him where that came from...)

Anyways, I have had a major cold that has ruined my voice, makes sure that I'm seeing nothing but talking weasels in Mexican hats, and can't think strait. (Seriously, this took like half an hour to write as I was wondering how I got from 9:20 p.m. to 11:18 p.m. You keep judging me and I will send my stuffed dog that I found to cuddle you! I swear to God I will!) And now my brain has ran away from as I used it too much to think right now, and for being a night owl, what about a night skunk? Would a night owl eat a night skunk? Or would they do Mortal Kombat and become allies as their battle be interrupted by pink and fluffy unicorns that are obsessed with cupcakes? Seriously, I read that one fanfic about where that crappy M.L.P. show with talking animated ponies become friends... Just to be on the safe side in case the owner of that fanfic ever reads that and decides to visit me, it made me want to crawl in my bed and either laugh and cry or try to fall asleep thinking that the pink pony was going to use my body for making more cupcakes...(I ate a cupcake after reading that and kept thinking how body parts would taste with this...)

I have a really strange mind, which is why I don't try to think about things; or it just starts becoming a hassle after having to turn away from some random image. Of course then that image becoming a movie in my head that involves tentacles, screaming people, and blood... >.>" Stranger things have been known to happen, so that's my excuse for tonight anyways, have sweet dreams people. Don't stay up and try to eat Lucky Charms, that magically delicious bull is full of preserved Leprechaun flesh and bones.  Night! ^_^.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Ah, August...



Alright, I gotta admit, I do forget to do things on occasion, such as locking the door, feeding my cat, and not sleeping when I should. August to me is a special month, kids go back to school, teens and college brats go for another year of being told what to write, what to do, and when that particular piece that you have written is due...>.>" Not that I like being rebellious, I have a busy mind, it comes and goes, usually going when I need it to come to me when I have something to write. Such is the conclusion of getting an assignment for writing a ten page story on anything you want (mine was five pages), have it done in a month with a rough draft, ideas, etc. So, what do I do? I forget about it, (by accident, I swear) and when the teacher tells us that it's due in five days...Well, I rush, and when I rush on something, ideas fly all over the place, usually it doesn't work out, like that one time when I wrote a story that involved a game I was playing with Hentai material. (In my defense I was trying to stay away from reality and did have too much caffeine on those particular days.)

Anyways, the idea that had come to me involved a guy named Jack, who with his sister and a few friends were going through the zombie apocalypse. See, the problem with this was that you were suppose to put it in  a first person perspective, I came up with the idea for a journal. So now you're probably wondering how that didn't work out, as seeing that when you write something in a journal, it becomes first person, right? (Again in my defense I was rushed, and it was at the last minute type of thing...Don't judge me.) I had combined first person with third person perspective on a few scenes, like blowing things up, or killing things. I did get an A on the thing, which was surprising and my teacher wanted to send the story to a magazine that published amateur, short stories. That didn't happen as all I wanted was to get back to playing around again, oh well. Read it and enjoy, let me know what you think, Chapter two of "Two Minutes Of Terror" should be up shortly, this is going  to be just a filler...


Zombies Are For Chumps
By Justin Thomas

Day One
My life has been turned upside down because of all of  this. Well, maybe I should start from the very beginning. It would be helpful to those that find me dead, and this is all that is left. My name is Jack Nickles. The name is like the famous actor, and I get teased about from my friends. Well, those that are still left. It all happened way before I decided to record all of this. It was a virus that was starting to spread. That was all the Military was saying about it. No one knew it if was airborne or came through the water that we all drank or even a damned insect that was biting people. Whatever happened to those people next was a sad thing to witness. Their skin slowly turned to a ash color, and their eyes became black, no iris, no other color, just black. Their skin became cold and clammy and then the breathing would sound like they were just struggling to take one breath of air.

Then sooner or later they died. It wasn’t an exact science, but as soon as that happened, the bodies came back from the dead. I kid you not. Well after that, it was a world-wide epidemic; the dead people would track you down no matter what. Those horrible moans and that shuffling was something I could never get rid of as I witnessed my mom and dad being eaten as they protected me and my other sister that was one year older than me. It was going to be her birthday the next day. That bloody scene of them being torn apart stayed with me as we were forced to evacuate our home that was all that I had known and to live in buildings and scavenge for food just to survive. Ruthie, (my sister) kept me warm as we huddled in the dark, always fearing that they would come for us next.

A few days after the initial outbreak, a few of my friends were staying in the school that had been closed. This was  due to the government wanting to protect us from the sickness that was being spread around. Ricky, Danny and Faith had managed to stay secure and get blankets for us. I write this now as the moans and shuffles still fill me with dread. Goodnight Journal, perhaps things will look up soon. -Jack

Day Two

God,what happened was just horrible. They were coming right at us, and I didn’t know what to do so I froze. Faith grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the spot I was rooted in, and I ran with her to the others that were in the cafeteria. Ricky and Danny had managed to chain the door and lock it just as they started banging and moaning at us to let them in. My knees buckled, and I looked at the others. Ruthie was holding Faith in her arms as they cried at what might have happened. Inventory was taken, and it didn’t look good. To tired to wonder why, but we might not make it to the end of the week, so much for luck, huh? -Jack

Day Four

We are on rations that should hold us to the end of the second week. The canned food is all we have left after those undead bastards forced us from the gym. We have some water from the ice cubes that had melted. We can only have one cup a day.  A few of the empty classrooms are on the second level. Ricky and Danny are in one room while the girls and I are in the other not that I don’t mind. But this really wasn’t the time to think of all the things I never got to experience in my young life. I was in my second year of high school for crying out loud! Tears are falling from my eyes as I write about this, not that any of this was fair, not for me or anyone, dead or alive. Fuck my life man, can this day get any worse? Wait no, crap, I don’t think I can take that back, I really hope nothing else happens to us. -Jack

Day Nine

I have been putting off writing as it just makes me depressed and nothing really good comes from it. Danny had tried to get out a couple of days ago, and he said he was going to go and bring back food and water. He slipped down out of one of the windows on the second floor; we all watched as a faint hope began to stir in us. Then it happened: an undead shuffled from behind a car and grabbed at him. He yelled which attracted more, and they chased after him. Faith began to cry as she turned away as they trapped him in one of the cars and the broken window allowed them to grab his screaming, crying, body out and devour him. I threw up what little was in my stomach, turned away, and closed the window. May God bless him. Ricky cried that night as did the rest of us, I held my sister and Faith in my arms as I needed to be strong for them.

May the memories of that day not be used to stop us from trying again, but now Ricky has stopped eating and drinking. I knew he was depressed, but I didn’t know that he was thinking about suicide. Hopefully his hunger comes back and he won’t die. Faith has been sleeping next to me after Ruthie falls asleep, and I don’t know what to tell her. She seems to just need me to be with her when she thinks about the bad things like I do. The daylight is fading, and we don’t have anymore electricity for lights. I need to wrap things up and head up to my room to fall asleep again. -Jack

Day Thirteen

I found Ricky asleep on the floor when he didn’t show up for breakfast yesterday. He was curled up in a ball and muttering something. His skin was hot to the touch, and I yelled for Ruthie to get me some water to cool him down. She came and stayed with him during the day and night. Faith was concerned, but I gave her a hug and told her everything was going to be okay. She hugged me back and wouldn’t let go, I sighed and just held her back, not sure what to do with this new development. We watched the sunset go down, and it was just us in the classroom that now felt like it was too big. “Jack?” “Hmm?” “Will you, will you take my virginity?” “Why do you want me to take it?” “Because I love you. I always have. I just never had the heart to tell you until now.” I pulled back and looked into those pretty brown eyes of hers and kissed her.

That night as Danny was dying, I laid Faith down on her back and loved her, showing her that I would try to do whatever it took to show her that I loved her to. And that was the sweetest thing I have ever experienced in my young life, the afterglow of our lovemaking found us kissing and holding our bodies together as we fell asleep. Ruthie was asleep when we woke up in the bright morning light and found Danny dead. I did my best to pray and tried to say the twenty third Psalm. He was then kissed on the forehead by my sister, and we pushed him out the window to those fucking bastards outside. I wrapped my arms around Faith and kissed her as Ruthie wanted to be left alone. We then hugged as we watched the day start to fade. Closing this entry to start again soon. -Jack


Day Fifteen

It seems that in the wake of Danny dying something within Ruthie also died. She still eats which is a huge relief, but she no longer believes we have any more hope left. And is against me trying to get out. Faith is also with my sister, and we make sweet love when Ruthie isn’t around. Our bodies seem to be attracted to one another as I am also growing in love with her more and more. 

Things are starting to get desperate as the food and water is running low, which is why I am still thinking about getting out. I swear I will not let them die in this God- forsaken world without a fight, even though I’m scared about what might happen. The zombies outside are still moaning and shuffling, even Ricky who is missing half of his body, is crawling around. I shudder and hate to think that might be me but I will do something about it. I swear it to whoever decided to try to ruin my life, and I will make them pay, no matter what! I have to go now and take this anger out on a certain woman who is tempting me and I can’t resist. -Jack

Day Twenty-one

Wow, I can’t believe six whole days have gone by, and we’re on the road, heading to God knows where. It was dangerous, it was stupid, but we are all safe, well at least for now. It all started after I laid down for the night and was tired from sweating and groaning from my Faith wanting to go one more time. She seems to have more stamina than I ever thought, and I need a break or else I might just go dry. After she had fallen asleep and her breathing was steady but slow, I got up and was dressed as I checked in on Ruthie who had fallen asleep after crying in the room that Danny died.

I made a promise before and I would not break that, not even if all of Hell came against me, I was going to get to that market.. With my fearful heart beating loudly in my chest and a empty backpack, I used the second story window and landed feet first in the warm night. Looking around for anything that wanted to eat me, I started to walk and dodged a few close calls after ducking under the cars when a couple undead were shuffling by, moaning and being useless bastards.
I sighed, as this was getting tedious, but I was soon in the middle of town. Signs creaked and buildings were falling into disrepair faster than I thought. But I always kept a sharp eye out for them and managed to safely pass a huge crowd that was going nowhere. I soon spied the market and had to duck under cars as the undead seemed to be more aware of me and had to wait.

I was soon in and the place was ransacked. Very few things were left but I managed to fill up the backpack with water and canned food. I was on my way back when the same crowd that I had passed earlier was standing still, and I felt like they were waiting for me. My heart was ablaze with hate and passion and a tear ran down my eye, I would do whatever I needed to so that I could come back to those that were depending on me. “COME ON YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! LETS SEE WHO EATS WHO!” I yelled louder and harder than I ever thought and as more tears fell down, I was more pissed than anything in my life. The crowd came out me with those stupid, sickening moans, and it seemed that I was going to have to make true my words and promise. A image of Faith and Ruthie alone and dying alone fueled me as I started to run, not caring where I was going.

A fence was in front of me as I was running low on leg strength and, on the other side was a car lot. A couple of blocks running with a heavy backpack filled with precious cargo isn’t easy, especially if the people behind you want to eat you. What great fucking luck! I yelled and climbed over it ripping my clothes and skin not caring about the pain and landed on the other side. Breathing heavily with a sharp pain in my side and eyes filled with hate for those that were now starting to rattle the fence. It wouldn’t hold long, and I needed to get away fast. A large black truck caught my attention and I ran to the building and smashed the window with one of the can’s of food.I really had no clue where the keys would be for the beast but I was getting desperate. Running to a giant board filled with keys, I ran my hands over the keys looking and just grabbed a key that seemed like it would work.

Running to the truck I saw the fence get pushed over and the crowd coming at me. I really don’t know if the higher forces decided to grant me something or I was just damn lucky, but I was in that truck and starting it up as they came crashing against the windows. I just pushed the gas pedal down and floored it, running them over and anything else over in my wake. Driving was harder than I thought, and I almost hit a few poles but got out of the way just in time. Getting to the school with the horn blaring, two of the most pretty women I had ever seen yelled out the window, and I rescued them after they jumped out and played dodge with the zombies. I was greeted by kisses and “Lets goes” s I floored it again, and we got out of town. Now maybe our luck is looking up. We’ll see, huh?
-Jack.