First draft of Zombie Story

As John stepped outside of his house he stumbled down a few steps as he began to see the exotic noises and sounds of the world as he popped another pill into his large mouth. For some reason he had decided to take a walk, while seeing noise. As he turned down the street he saw his neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a creepy man who could be considered a pedophile as he watched little kids walk down the street, staring intently at them. But some said it was because of his mental scarring from the Vietnam but all John knew was that he liked the man, he seemed nice enough and they could both relate to each other’s psychotic experiences although John had a best friend who was schizophrenic and had hurt himself bad enough to be given painkillers, which he was now addicted to.
“Hi Mr. Johnson!” shouted John to his neighbor. And to his horror Mr. Johnson turned and faced him and as he did his skin slowly corroded away revealing horrid pieces of tissues.
“Auuga, Auuga” it said as he began to dance the Thriller dance. It meant one thing…
“ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed out John as he broke into a dead run screaming and yelling for help. He felt like he was back in the war, being forced to run from the enemy with a piece of shrapnel in his arm waiting for death and giving up nearly all hope. But not this time he knew he was going to save his friends. He then saw his one hope, the voice of reason for him and his schizophrenic friend Jim, Jude. She was short and legally a midget, but preferred to be called a little person.
“Jude, Jude, Jude” he said.
“Yes it is?” said Jude
“ZOMBIES! You got to help us!” he cried out.
“And what was it last week, Werewolves. And the week before that I was a giant. And before that Vampires.” Said Jude
“Yes but this is real this time!” said John
“That’s what you say every time!” said Jude. “Look maybe you need sometime in lock down; you and Jim can discuss the invasion”.
“Wait Jim to!” exclaimed John as they began the long dizzying walk to lock down. In actuality it wasn’t long or dizzying but Jim had run several blocks so it felt longer. Also lock down was just Jude’s basement, but it was fortified with a steel door so that Jim didn’t think that ghosts could get in. And so he escorted him down the long stairs into the lighted room as she closed the steel door. Out of a dark corner a hand touched his shoulder.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” they both yelled as Jim’s face appeared in the shadow his red hair falling over his eyes.
“I hear them man, I hear them! There everywhere!” said Jim.
“I know Zombies!” said John
“What do we do?” asked Jim
“What we always do” said John. And so it was that a few minutes later they were banging on the door calling Jude’s name and shouting Zombies.
“Yes?” she answered as everything went black for her and John and Jim lift her unconscious body and put it in lock down.
“Good thinking, I love this year” said Jim
“I know, 2010 has been great for our inventions.” Said John, who knew that the two of them were also small time inventors.
“Come on, lets go” said Jim as they left the house.
“Where to?” asked John
“Center of town, village hall. They have no mind someone must be controlling them” said Jim. And so they walked around the streets of that small suburban Massachusetts white collared town. And all they saw were people transforming. Corroding skin fell every where as there friends and neighbors began thriller.
“It must be air born” said John as he put his white hockey mask on and took out his Zombie destroyer weapon. And so they turned every perilous corner ready to protect themselves tooth and nail from there enemy.

"So how do you think?" said Jim

"About what?" said John

"Who do you thinks controlling them?" said Jim

"Well it is obviously some one of stature, THE MAYOR!" yelled John

"I hear them, there coming!" yelled Jim as they both started in a dead run down the streets. They could see the zombies getting smarter, a pair of cop zombies drove cars and a person zombie was walking a dog zombie.

"Its more dangerous then we thought, there are animal zombies! We have to start this before the plants become Zombies to!" said John. And so they ran even faster then there dead run, it was an extreme sprint run as they would later call it. And so they ran to the center and saw the mayor, still human, holding a button in his hand.

"Its just as we thought" said Jim

"Lets get him" said John and so John started talking casually to him.

"So what do you think of zombies?" said John

"There very terrifying, uh why?" asked the mayor

"Oh, no reason, would you say there good soldiers for an army?" asked John

"Um sure, why not?" asked the mayor

"WE GOT YOU, YOU SLIME BAG!" screamed Jim wielding a knife as he popped out of the shadows and attacked the mayor leaving a cut on his arm as John withdrew his own knife.

"Wha-what's going on?" asked the mayor terrified.

"We know what you really are" said John

"Look, I never killed those people. I'll give you anything you ask, leave me alone. Please." said the mayor his jacket becoming more bloody by the second.

"Then explain this zombie invasion!" yelled Jim

"What zombies?" asked the mayor

"Yours! Stop lying you cheating scumbag!" said John. The jacket was becoming more bloody and the mayor obviously noticed this as he broke out into a run, closely followed by John and Jim. For about a block they chased as the zombies doing the thriller dance ignored them. And then off came the mayors bloody arm as a corroded hand pulled it off and he screamed in pain. As the zombie of Mr. Johnson bit into his neck and released. A white light flowed from the wound to his mouth as he devoured it. His eyes slowly turned to white.

"Hello boys" he said, "Your horrible at this"

"So wait it was never the mayor..." said Jim

"It was you" said John

"Yep, it was easy to control your mind and bring him to me. You see I needed to absorb the energy of an intellectual to reach my prior knowledge, to restore me and to increase my power. You see boys in the human mind is the knowledge of making everything super, including zombies. But there's just one thing, in order to make me super I needed a blood relative and the mayors the only one left, he killed the rest. I had to hide to survive. I joined the military and changed my name for protection. One day soon after I was discharged I was bit in Kansas and long since then I've been manipulating peoples minds. None until now have seen my true form" and with that he became more monstrous as more skin corroded and fell and all the people whom they had thought were zombies suddenly resumed there normal forms, "Oh, and your boys are the only ones who can see me right now. Well I might well start with you" he said. And with that he leaped at them and knocked Jim to the ground as John swung at him with his knife and he dodged with great speed. Jim then got up and jammed it between his ribs as he quickly fled.

"Um did you ever close the door Jim?" asked John

"When?" asked Jim

"When we left..." said John as something clicked inside the two of them.

"JUDE!" they both yelled as they ran down the street towards Jude's house. They ran in the open side door to find her still asleep but tied up against a chair. They quickly ran to undo the bindings when the door suddenly closed and locked and the blinds and windows all closed.

"Sorry boys, my turn" said Mr. Johnson

"Why? Why our friend? Why us?" said Jim

"Because you were easily subjugated and I'm hungry. Not for flesh but revenge on those who caused this on me, on those who forced me into hiding. It's Armageddon NOW and I'm gonna spear head the zombie apocalypse effort. And you three shall be my first, my second, third and fourth in command." said Mr. Johnson

"And if we don 't agree" said Jim

"Well to bad" said Mr. Johnson

"Heads up no brains!" yelled John as he through a pot at him and it smashed against as Jim grabbed a knife and stabbed him in his head as white light flowed around his body as he fell to dust.

"Now what?" asked Jim

"Wh-what happened?" said a voice coming from the corner of the room.

"Jude!" they both yelled as they rushed over to untie her
"Sorry, we forgot about you" said Jim
"How dare you forget about me!" yelled Jude
"Oh stop your fuss, your to short to be noticed. Now Jim and I are getting lunch. Are you coming?" said John and as he opened the door she followed. There were still no zombies.

Epilogue

John sat in the living room looking at his pain killers. It had been a whole week and he felt no need for it. He suddenly had a realization. He sprinted over to Jim's lock down room in Jude's house.
"Jim, do you hear them?" he asked hopefully
"No, not all" said Jim
"We're free!" cried John
"Do you think it was all Mr. Johnson?" asked Jim
"It probably was, I have no doubt that he wanted to make us weaker" said John
"Whats going on down there?" came a voice from the top of the stairs.
Jim then hearing Jude's voice ran up to the top of the stairs, John followed cautiously.
"Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you" Jim was saying repeatedly while holding Jude in a bear hug, nearly crushing her to death.
"Well I don't love you. Now go to your room." she said as he walked back down the stairs, looking rejected and closing the heavy door.

zombie story

As John staggered out of the house he felt like he was soaring through a hundred different colors. And as he looked down the street he saw Mr. Johnson.
“Hey Mr. Johnson!” he yelled but as Mr. Johnson turned to presumably return it all John saw was a decaying face morphing and warping. It was a zombie invasion. And as soon as he saw it he ran down the street, screaming and yelling for help.
“What is it?” asked his friend Jude. She was short and pretty but of midget status with shoulder length brown hair.
“Zombie invasion! You have to believe me!” said John.
“Are you high?” asked Jude
“Well yeah, but old Mr. Johnson down the block-” but he was cut off.
“So your high?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Look you have to sober up with Jim.” And so it was that they took the seemingly long and dazed walk to Jim’s house, in actuality it was a hundred feet. As soon as they entered John was thrown into the basement and Jude left.
“Zombies man! Zombies-” yelled Jim.
“I know man! We need to get help!” yelled John
“But how?!” yelled Jim. Then it dawned on them.
“JUDE! JUDE! JUDE! HELP! ZOMBIES!” they screamed and knocked loudly on the door until Jude let them out.
“You guys really need to sober up” she said before letting out a scream as a decaying hand dragged her off.
“Jude!” they both yelled as they went to follow her grabbing kitchen knifes. As they turned the corner they saw Mr. Johnson’s zombie holding her hostage, gun to her head.
“auuga, auuga!” it said.
“What is it saying?” Jim asked
“I think it wants a donut” said John
“You have one?” asked Jim
“Yes but its mine!” said John
“You want to save her?” asked Jim
“Yes” said John
“Then we have to make sacrifices!” he yelled throwing it from the shadows at its head.
“auuga, auuga” came from the shadows.
“Now what?” asked Jim
“Let’s kill it” said John
And they both popped out of the shadows yelling “abra cadabra, I hate zombies go away!” they said as he fell to the ground.
“You guys saved my life, thank you!” yelled Jude as she hugged them both.
“No need to hug us, this is just what zombie hunters do every day” said Jim
“But he was kidnapping me not eating me and that donut was hard and made him distracted when it hit his head and then I shot HIM” said Jude
“What ever you have to tell yourself Jude” said John as he and Jim proceeded to go upstairs.
“Ok, I guess I’ll file the police report” yelled Jude after them a little mad that they left her behind. And she wondered, “How do we explain them high and convinced there’s a zombie invasion to the cops and any one else who may come?”

Intro

One day there was a person, and that person did not live on a farm in North Dakota, or on an evil baby stealing farms either. That person wore a grey hat, and usually t-shirts of bands or guitars. That person was Michael Hand brother of Thomas, Son of... Yaddi yaddi yadda the time for all of that boring stuff is later. I am the type of person who normal CW can't handle, the type only ADVANCED can. And so I'm here and it shall be amusing for all of us, including my poetry and crazy short stories that you shain't even think of following. If i had to choose a type, it would be poetry and my favorite poet is Bob Dylan, despite the fact alot of people don't like him but you can't mess with the lyrics to "All Along the Watchtower". I also enjoy Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, CSN, no pop people, and some other guys like George Harrison and Aerosmith and Skynyrd etc. I think I should experiment with stories that are actually well writen. I dislike "romantic" long walks in parks and on beaches and stories that are completely romance or just have no plot at all(Twilight) and I don't want to write any of those. I like to read fiction books of all types. So now time for the fun stuff, if I was to create something I'd give everyone the super power to give Billy Reavy the super power of fire hydrant control, this way no one could mess with him. Well any ways I'd rather get the super power to blow things up, so you try to do something and bam I blew up your pie and your crying and I'm happy eating my pie AND cake laughing. I do real stupid things at times and if you don't like it then I have succeded. If you do like it, then your my new best friend, end of story. Not really, I probably won't like you all at first, so prove me wrong. And please don't ask me what my poems are about, half the times I forget myself.
Thank you for your completely divided attention,
Mike, who's here, not on his bike.