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Post by 2old on Jan 11, 2019 8:09:18 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
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Post by butterfly on Jan 14, 2019 2:54:25 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
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Post by 2old on Jan 14, 2019 8:31:10 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 14, 2019 18:15:50 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
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Post by 2old on Jan 14, 2019 19:14:33 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 14, 2019 21:27:23 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
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Post by 2old on Jan 15, 2019 8:06:05 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 15, 2019 11:30:39 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
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Post by 2old on Jan 15, 2019 13:00:06 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
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Post by TheSource on Jan 15, 2019 15:25:56 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
Suddenly, Barbara felt a searing pain start to emanate from deep within her abdomen and hurriedly looked around for a place where she could be alone to deal with what she already knew was starting to happen since the darkness was almost upon her.
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Post by 2old on Jan 15, 2019 16:17:27 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
Suddenly, Barbara felt a searing pain start to emanate from deep within her abdomen and hurriedly looked around for a place where she could be alone to deal with what she already knew was starting to happen since the darkness was almost upon her.
As the abdominal pain climbed closer to an unbearable state and the heat within her belly felt like she had swallowed a gallon of jalapeno juice, she asked herself "Is this really something supernatural or is that Taco Hut lunch preparing for launch?"
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Post by TheSource on Jan 15, 2019 20:45:20 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
Suddenly, Barbara felt a searing pain start to emanate from deep within her abdomen and hurriedly looked around for a place where she could be alone to deal with what she already knew was starting to happen since the darkness was almost upon her.
As the abdominal pain climbed closer to an unbearable state and the heat within her belly felt like she had swallowed a gallon of jalapeno juice, she asked herself "Is this really something supernatural or is that Taco Hut lunch preparing for launch?"
"No, it couldn't be.", she was thinking, because she also remembered that she did have brains before the tacos and something in the plate of brains made them compellingly delicious and savory and left her wanting more of them.
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Post by 2old on Jan 15, 2019 22:31:16 GMT -5
Chapter 6
The noise of a siren in the distance stopped everyone cold in their tracks as it's shrieking wail grew ever louder as more and more sirens started to sound and culminate to a deafening roar throughout the city meaning only one thing.....darkness was descending upon the city and there were only mere moments left to seek safe shelter before 'the nameless ones' came from above to claim whatever and whomever was left out in the open.
Totally unbelieving in the occult or the supernatural, Barbara did her best trying to understand what was actually going on and the cause and hoping this was a dream or a hypnotic trance or something that would... and could... be explained by medical and/or scientific means, also allowing her mind to wonder if when the story was told... documented... the author(s) of said story would not be one(s) to use run-on sentences.
Of course, what Barbara didn't realize was that whether or not she believed in the occult or supernatural was of no importance whatsoever because she was part of it now, and had been ever since she licked the blood off her fingernail.
Then it dawned on her that whatever she licked off her finger, whether blood or something that was designed to resemble blood, was the root cause of what she was happening before her eyes and to find what the liquid's chemical makeup... or what it contained... could give answers towards finding an antidote and... if there was an antidote... get her life back to some semblance of where it used to be.
But the incessant wail of the sirens quickly jolted her back to the reality that she was now a part of not knowing if she were an actual player or an unwilling participant in the madness that was unfolding around her.
Shrieking sirens, having just left the carnage of numerous dead bodies across the street, a murderous person she had once trusted as her husband walking beside her, and her body literally shaking from the unsatisfied sexual desire that added to her confusion... she sat down in the middle of the street, pulled out her pack of Lucky Strikes, lit it with her Zippo lighter, and inhaled as much smoke as her lungs could tolerate.
But, of course all that smoke had no effect on her lungs, as she was undead now, so the expected wracking coughing fit did not materialize.
What did materialize... and materialize quickly... was an ambulance responding to the fast-food restaurant flipping end over end down the sidewalk, coming to rest on its top in the 'foam ball corral' of the McDonald's play area as the driver tried to avoid a lady he saw too late sitting in the middle of the street, casually taking drags off a non-filtered cigarette.
She just shrugged her shoulders at the commotion and laid down to face the sky and meet the quickening descension of the darkness and what was coming within it.
Just as she felt her back contact the asphalt coating of the street she felt the heat of a bullet passing right over her, a bullet which would most certainly have ended her life had she still been in a sitting position.
She quickly bolted upright and turned swiftly around and around trying to home in on where the bullet could have came from and find who tried to fire that near fatal shot.
The crowds were gathering as curiosity drew people from businesses and homes and she began to realize it would be impossible to single out the person who had just tried to murder her.
As she was scanning the crowd for the person that had fired that near fatal shot, she noticed that several small red dots were now moving about her abdomen like ants swarming on a piece of candy laying on the ground.
Were these dots "glowing" from inside, through intestinal matter and skin and clothing or were these dots coming from a "shotgun" of laser lights being focused on her from afar?
Suddenly, Barbara felt a searing pain start to emanate from deep within her abdomen and hurriedly looked around for a place where she could be alone to deal with what she already knew was starting to happen since the darkness was almost upon her.
As the abdominal pain climbed closer to an unbearable state and the heat within her belly felt like she had swallowed a gallon of jalapeno juice, she asked herself "Is this really something supernatural or is that Taco Hut lunch preparing for launch?"
"No, it couldn't be.", she was thinking, because she also remembered that she did have brains before the tacos and something in the plate of brains made them compellingly delicious and savory and left her wanting more of them.
Which led to the burning question "Were those human brains or beef brains and am I coming down with Mad Cow Disease"?
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Post by 2old on Jan 16, 2019 8:08:05 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7
As the scene ended, the extras in their zombie costumes began to emerge, and the other cast members retired to their dressing rooms Sandy Hills (playing the role of Barbara) let her mind switch from playing "undead" to her real life of two teenagers on their way home from school, her Black Lab, and her unfaithful husband.
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Post by TheSource on Jan 16, 2019 8:40:35 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7
As the scene ended, the extras in their zombie costumes began to emerge, and the other cast members retired to their dressing rooms Sandy Hills (playing the role of Barbara) let her mind switch from playing "undead" to her real life of two teenagers on their way home from school, her Black Lab, and her unfaithful husband.
She started thinking that her life wasn't all that bad and even managed to crack a half smile musing about it until she picked up a copy of The National Enquirer only to read that they were reporting that she was carrying the love child of her co-star Duane (the Rock) Johnson and boasting of exclusive pictures in the article.
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