Happy Crabsgiving everyone! That's right, I said 'Crabsgiving'. The day where I shall feast upon the delicous carcasses of crabs with my cousin and her friends and me boyo. There shall much fun had all around.
But that's also the reason why I'm doing another school-post. I have alot to do when I get home...
Gotta start laundry
Finish an art project
Clean up my room (can't have a messy room when the boy comes over)
Most likely help clean the living/diningrooms
Walk the dogs
Aaaand get all cute-looking.
Hopefully if I have time I'll be able to hop on the computer and check my faceyspace and read some webcomics. (Later this week I may post a list of the ones I read, give y'all something else to read online.)
Here's the two things that I was writing yesterday. The first one (which I'll do in red) is sort of my own little World-War-Z entry.
There was no warning when it started. No message from the government telling us how to stay safe. People just started to disappear. Almost everyone that went to a hospital ended up going missing...
Pets died too, mostly cats. The ones that were allowed out to wander the neighborhoods freely. They'd stop coming home and sometimes would be found in the middle of streets, ripped to shreds.
After a while there was the occasional news report, but it only focused on the missing and dead animals. They'd say there was a crazy person on the loose, but 'do not worry, the police know of his whereabouts and will have him in custody soon."
Bullshit.
Bullshit, all of it. I knew it from the beggining. one night my cat didn't come hom and I new something was up. The nights were becoming too quiet, like all of the wild animals had fled for safer ground.
Then I saw one, about a week after hospitals started to close down...
I live newar one and have to drive by it all the time, and sometimes I'll see someone walking along the road and offer them a ride. There was someone on the road when I was coming home from work one night, so I pulled over and opened my window.
The first thing that gave it away was the smell, it was like a thousand rotten bags of trash mixed with just as many rotten feet and socks. And instead of actually speaking when I asked if they'd like a ride, it just let out this dreadfully low and loud moan. That moan that shook me all the way through. The part that really tipped me off though, was the giant gaping hold through the things chest...
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This next one is sort of inspired by a story I wrote a looooong time ago..
"What do you want for dinner sweetie?" my mom called from the kitchen.
Instead of hollering back, I walked in and hopped
