It is thus no wonder that I'll will one day dream of zombies...
The country was overrun in a matter of days. What we thought to be Total Defence turned out to be Total Washout. The government had left us for good, which was expected the day the Chief Minister gave an address to the public that everything was well. He had said the armed forces and local police will be able to protect the country if the outbreak was to turn widespread. He told us to have faith. Screw him. The next day, news was heard that the Cabinet had left on a high-security plane to Tekan Isle, an offshore island previously used as a military training base. The excuse was that the island will serve as an effective and protected central command. Bloody politicians. They were more of a bloodsucker than the zombs.
My bro and I got hold of an abandoned trawler. It was always easy to get any vehicle we want since the Outbreak. It was either the previous owner was dead or a was now a Zomb. And Zombs don't drive. Owing to my bro's previous job as a mechanic, he was always bale to ignite a vehicle's engine even without the key.
The mission today was to look for survivors, and if any, to get them out of the shithole they arein. Recent radio emissions were heard over the airwaves, calling for help. We managed to intercept the signals and triangulated the location of the survivors. Once a clubbing haven for youngsters, the hippies and the wannabes, this drinking hole has now deteriorated into a dilapidated mess that I could not even recognize. The facade of this once-proud establishment, the place where I revelled throughout Wednesday nights a decade ago,is now covered with blood, broken neon lights, damaged structures hanging precariously over the entrance.
As the vibrations of our truck's engine reverberated in the stale midnight air, we saw the hungry faces of the zombs turn in our direction. We steadied ourselves for the impending massacre. I said a prayer and asked for forgiveness from Buddha. It was bad karma to kill, but was it bad karma to kill the already dead?
Bro turned on the huge headlamps of the truck and it illuminated the way before us. Damn it. There were more zombs than was expected. Maybe it was not a bright idea to switch the lights on. I don't see any reflection from the zombs eye. like how a human eye reflects light, as the pupils of zombs are totally dilated. "Let's get started," I thought to myself, and like telepathy, Bro seem to know my intentions and pressed down hard on the accelerator.
Once a wo-wo shooter when I was in the army, i had learnt how to be more accurate and precise in my shooting. Nothing beats real 'practice'. When you have a zomb as a target board, instinctively, you get more motivation and adrenaline to become a sharp-shooter. Bro had also turned into a much steadier driver, if you consider recklessness as a virtue. The idea now was not to avoid collision with a pedestrian, but to actually knock down as many as possible. We make a good team, him swerving and colliding, I shooting the brains out of those zombs.
I was shooting hard and fast as the truck moved and swerved around in the carpark of Zous. My brother had managed to establish a regular circumvention in the carpark. This made it easier for me to aim and blast the brains of those zombs. Blood, brains and bones were minced up on the asphalt floor, constantly adding more meat to the mix as the truck moved like a giant blender on overdrive. I was starting to get dizzy when I felt a bony grip on my shoulder. The stench that came was overpowering and nauseating. I turned around and right away unloaded two rounds into the f*cker's mouth. That's when i heard the sound of my mobile phone ringing away.
The alarm rang. Time to wake up.
No dreams tonight...no worries, I'll be like a sleep walker for the rest of the day, and dream all that had to be dreamt.
(abstracted from Wikipedia)
The guys and I found ourselves in a derelict construction yard. The moon was hanging high in the sapphire sky, outshining the myriad of stars sharing the space with Mr Moon. All was quiet except for the constant croaking of the bullfrogs and the chanting of the crickets, like a half-past-6 symphonic orchestra attempting its very best.
Everything in the near horizon were heaps of scrap metals and the occasional crane, with their necks poking out into the sky like robotic brontosaurus' peering out for their mates.
One of my mates lighted a cigarette and drawled nervously on the fag, exhaling a plume of smoke into the stagnant air. I turned to look at him to ask for a puff when I saw the saliva-drenched fag drop out from his quivering mouth. I spun around to look at the direction his widely opened eyes were staring at. To my horror...
A 6 foot tall, muscular mutant lizard loomed out of the darkness and grabbed one of my friends with its scaled hands. It was William who was the target! Before we could resist or offer any semblance of assistance, the Mutant Liz took hold of William's hand and placed them on what seemed to be a penis.
(At this moment, I do not know for sure if male lizards have the same reproduction genitalia like us humans, but what the heck?! It was a Mutant Liz anyway!)
Rapidly, William's hands were stroking the penis vigorously, like how a testosterone-charged teenage boy would masturbate when watching his first porn video, except that now, the boy was William, but the prick belonged to the Liz. Without warning, the lizard shot a load of whit sticky substance (u-know-what) into William's gaping mouth. Subsequently, William collapsed like a heap of potatoes onto the gravel-covered ground, apparently unable to withstand the load or shock during his close encounter with the Mutant Liz.
As the Mutant Liz seemed to be enjoying his premature release of joy, the guys managed to shake themselves out of their shock and started plummeting the disgusting creature with all their might.
I was using all strength I had and pulling no punches when the Mutant Liz's reptilian tail smacked me right in the face!
I opened my eyes...daybreak...I was awake.
