Thursday, June 11, 2009

June 11, 2009: Zombie Encounter

LOLSCHACH's Journal: June 11, 2009:

Went out for exercise, brought along sidekick. Late at night, no doubt I would run into some criminal or pervert. Looked forward to it. Disappointed. Streets were as deserted as a cathedral on a Monday morning. Pigschach led the way down to subway station, apparently smelling food. Follow him, bored. Nothing better to do

Sidekick scurries around, dragging me behind him. A mist starts to creep in, causing Sidekick to scurry more. Then an oddly familiar voice booms through the station.

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

Hmm, recall criminal's voice sounding similar to this "thriller". Short, tubby, dressed in black. Called The Raven. Used to regularly combat Dreiberg. Obsessed with some author. Danielle Steele? No. Tom Clancy? Possibly, can't remember. Will ask Dreiberg about it later. First, must combat these men shuffling into station.

Slow, stumbling, blank glassy eyes. Reminds me of father coming home after long night on the town. Right before he demanded it was "Goofy Time!" Enjoyed it in my youth, much too old for it now. Launch myself into the crowd of these zombies, throwing punches left and right. They try to bite me, reminding me of first pet MILFSCHACH gave me.

Didn't like it then, still don't like it now. Punch harder, then grab the leash of Sidekick, performing what lonely goateed men in too tight t shirts call a team up. Knocking the fiends into the path of a speeding train. They look around, stupidly. Unaware of what awaits them. Heh. Train hits, leaving nothing behind but zombie bean juice.

Leave subway station, stop on way home to get Sidekick a treat. Good night.

1 comment:

  1. You shouldn't underestimate zombies LOLSCHACH. They may be slow, but I've read stories where persuers of justice such as yourself were overwhelmed by their numbers.

    Watch yourself LOLSCHACH.