Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2013 23:17:32 GMT
HAI THIS IS THE ESSAY I WROTE FOR MY ENGLISH CLASS |D
Put in a spoiler due to.. stuff because its long
reader discretion advised NOT REALLYYYYY xD
{Click here for the essayyy}The bright sunlight shined its’ golden rays in my hazel-colored eyes. I felt a groan force itself out of my throat as I began to rise from my crimson-hued bed. Today was going to be another dread-filled day of Zombie Hunting. Most others of our species – that were left, anyhow – were scared of the dead down to their core. Me? I just thought of zombies as another being that had no emotions.
After I got dressed in my old, ragged clothes, I went outside; the dull blue revolver lying in my fingers. Before I thought of it so neutrally, but now it seems like whenever it comes across my mind, it reminds me of all the old people I’ve killed with it. I shake my head and continue my way on, making sure to reload the ammunition in the revolver I held. I was going to turn into one of those heartless creatures someday, I knew that was true. I couldn’t change the future or the past, as much as I ached for it, day by day.
As soon as I turned around, I knew something was different. The buildings around the town gave me an eerie touch that seemed to slide down my spinal cord, only sending me into a further phrase where I wanted to scream and run. Even though I knew I couldn’t, I also knew if I didn’t, I would definitely die and become one of them; eating the rest of the human minds and tearing their loved ones to simple ashes. A few moments I stood there, paralyzed by my fear. I was immobile; my legs wouldn’t move, they weren’t cooperating with me at all. The moment I prayed, pleaded for them to work with me, just for one moment, they seemed to fail.
I began to walk again, still trembling, when I heard it. My instant reaction was to lift up the revolver and point it right at its head, but I couldn’t pull the trigger. There was so many; too many to count on your fingers. They came close to me and I could hear their groaning right in my ear. The air seemed to catch in my lungs and I felt frozen by this feeling.
Run! The word pounded in my mind, but my mind doesn’t follow through. My mouth gaps open wide in shock and I realized how paralyzed I am. My legs are trembling. A scream echoes the town, surrounding me. A flash runs in front of me, to protect me, but the zombies get ahold of the once human.
That’s when my body crumbles to the ground. The zombies have made me fallen, my knees have been scraped and I am just feeling the pain, recovering from the rush of adrenaline I once had. I hear an inhuman scream that makes me look around, but I realize it was my voice. They’re caving in on me now, ripping at my flesh. The crimson liquid pools around me, and I weakly whisper as much as I can manage, “Please..” I just want the pain to end.
It seems the zombies could understand me. I look up, to see an ethereal light shining its radiant glow on my body. I feel a strange, peaceful lull string through me, and then my vision vanishes into the darkness. That’s when I see me and my parents again, but I’m just a baby now. It fast-forwards to when I was just eleven and we got the news that my father had died from the zombies. That was when I dedicated my life to hunting zombies.
To avenge my father.
After I got dressed in my old, ragged clothes, I went outside; the dull blue revolver lying in my fingers. Before I thought of it so neutrally, but now it seems like whenever it comes across my mind, it reminds me of all the old people I’ve killed with it. I shake my head and continue my way on, making sure to reload the ammunition in the revolver I held. I was going to turn into one of those heartless creatures someday, I knew that was true. I couldn’t change the future or the past, as much as I ached for it, day by day.
As soon as I turned around, I knew something was different. The buildings around the town gave me an eerie touch that seemed to slide down my spinal cord, only sending me into a further phrase where I wanted to scream and run. Even though I knew I couldn’t, I also knew if I didn’t, I would definitely die and become one of them; eating the rest of the human minds and tearing their loved ones to simple ashes. A few moments I stood there, paralyzed by my fear. I was immobile; my legs wouldn’t move, they weren’t cooperating with me at all. The moment I prayed, pleaded for them to work with me, just for one moment, they seemed to fail.
I began to walk again, still trembling, when I heard it. My instant reaction was to lift up the revolver and point it right at its head, but I couldn’t pull the trigger. There was so many; too many to count on your fingers. They came close to me and I could hear their groaning right in my ear. The air seemed to catch in my lungs and I felt frozen by this feeling.
Run! The word pounded in my mind, but my mind doesn’t follow through. My mouth gaps open wide in shock and I realized how paralyzed I am. My legs are trembling. A scream echoes the town, surrounding me. A flash runs in front of me, to protect me, but the zombies get ahold of the once human.
That’s when my body crumbles to the ground. The zombies have made me fallen, my knees have been scraped and I am just feeling the pain, recovering from the rush of adrenaline I once had. I hear an inhuman scream that makes me look around, but I realize it was my voice. They’re caving in on me now, ripping at my flesh. The crimson liquid pools around me, and I weakly whisper as much as I can manage, “Please..” I just want the pain to end.
It seems the zombies could understand me. I look up, to see an ethereal light shining its radiant glow on my body. I feel a strange, peaceful lull string through me, and then my vision vanishes into the darkness. That’s when I see me and my parents again, but I’m just a baby now. It fast-forwards to when I was just eleven and we got the news that my father had died from the zombies. That was when I dedicated my life to hunting zombies.
To avenge my father.
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