It shouldn't be much longer.
I was sitting in my dorm room studying for exams- I had barely left in days. Hunched over my desk alongside the artificial glow of the lamp in my room, I punched numbers into my calculator. My room was becoming dark quickly, and my open window brought in a much needed breeze from the stagnant dorm room air. I had been up since 7am, cramming- and now it was almost 2am. Time passed by like a roll of toilet paper, infinite in abundance at the beginning, and then disappearing at an exponential rate until the last square of 1-ply had vanished. I was never expecting it, I never thought it would happen- at least not in my lifetime, not to me. It came through the window. I was on my feet as fast as I could drag my scrawny, greasy self up, but it was too fast for me, even in its deteriorating state.
I can't say that I fought valiantly, or bravely. I didn't have an AK-47 or any other Call Of Duty weapons stashed under my bed. I wasn't able to grow a pair and rip the head right off its shoulders. I fell back, and then I died. All of a sudden I'm lying on the floor, blood spilling out of my side, looking into the face of a female zombie. I could see the flash falling off her face, the cavity where her nose used to be. I could have sworn it was the closest I had ever been to a girl before, and that wasn't really what I had imagined to be my first encounter with the alternate sex.
I don't have anything to kill myself with and I'm not sure that I could if I tried. I can feel it coming on, the change. I can see my wounds beginning to ooze, forming infected, green scabs. The blood in my veins is boiling, evaporating through my orifices. I lay here in agony, all too aware of this ungodly 'life' I will soon lead.
I'm writing to anybody who might read this. To anybody passing by who thinks they might hear the cries of a living being, or the scratching of a puppy's nails on the door. Keep walking. Do not come in. I repeat, do not come in. It's too late for me. Odds are that it's been awhile now, and that I'm long past the point of salvation. Save yourselves, and get away while you can.
I know I wasn't able to.
I was sitting in my dorm room studying for exams- I had barely left in days. Hunched over my desk alongside the artificial glow of the lamp in my room, I punched numbers into my calculator. My room was becoming dark quickly, and my open window brought in a much needed breeze from the stagnant dorm room air. I had been up since 7am, cramming- and now it was almost 2am. Time passed by like a roll of toilet paper, infinite in abundance at the beginning, and then disappearing at an exponential rate until the last square of 1-ply had vanished. I was never expecting it, I never thought it would happen- at least not in my lifetime, not to me. It came through the window. I was on my feet as fast as I could drag my scrawny, greasy self up, but it was too fast for me, even in its deteriorating state.
I can't say that I fought valiantly, or bravely. I didn't have an AK-47 or any other Call Of Duty weapons stashed under my bed. I wasn't able to grow a pair and rip the head right off its shoulders. I fell back, and then I died. All of a sudden I'm lying on the floor, blood spilling out of my side, looking into the face of a female zombie. I could see the flash falling off her face, the cavity where her nose used to be. I could have sworn it was the closest I had ever been to a girl before, and that wasn't really what I had imagined to be my first encounter with the alternate sex.
I don't have anything to kill myself with and I'm not sure that I could if I tried. I can feel it coming on, the change. I can see my wounds beginning to ooze, forming infected, green scabs. The blood in my veins is boiling, evaporating through my orifices. I lay here in agony, all too aware of this ungodly 'life' I will soon lead.
I'm writing to anybody who might read this. To anybody passing by who thinks they might hear the cries of a living being, or the scratching of a puppy's nails on the door. Keep walking. Do not come in. I repeat, do not come in. It's too late for me. Odds are that it's been awhile now, and that I'm long past the point of salvation. Save yourselves, and get away while you can.
I know I wasn't able to.
