It was almost time.
Mary Lou had been working here for years, but since she had heard about what had been happening to the people of this town recently, she was concerned. The Black Virus had been turning the population into soulless vessels. For now, she felt secure; but outside those doors, she could hear the low growl of them coming.
“One more day,” she thought, “before I finally get to retire. What a way to go out.”
She adjusted the tag on her lapel, let out a sigh, and gave the signal to open the gates.
Like a tidal wave of carnal rage, they flooded in. Ambling, trampling, the dead void of nothingness in their eyes as they ran in every which direction, trampling one another aimlessly. What used to be a man, trampled a young girl, while an obese creature in blue squealed and thrashed like a wild kraken. In the throes of her fit, she punched a child in the face before squarely landing on a woman half her size – whose bones cracked beneath her weight, so loudly that they could be heard even over her own tortured screams.
“But it doesn’t really matter,” Mary had to remind herself as she sat watching from a safe distance, “They’re all dead anyway. I can’t save any of them.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5qRs2dBoK0
And it didn’t take them long to find what they were after. The could smell it. With all the speed and grace of stampeding elephants, they went straight at its huge and meaty center. Like flies to feces, they tore through its flesh, and let out a low moan of morbid ecstasy as its contents spilled to the floor. Arms swinging and teeth gnashing, they fought over the precious viscera. The weaker ones who couldn’t get it fresh out of the carcass, tried to fight from the perimeter – shamelessly prying pieces from the passersby.
In a desperate attempt, someone sounded an emergency alarm.
It was a mistake. The sound only further excited the hoard, whose shrieks sounded off in kind. A few brave men in reflective gear hurdled themselves into the crowd, to try and save what they could.
They were never seen again.
Mary took another sip of her coffee through clenched teeth and decided finally that she should document the whole thing with her phone. Before two minutes of her recording could pass, however, one of them spotted her and charged at full speed. Emitting a guttural groan, and swinging a bat (which he’d borrowed from sporting goods), he windmilled it right at her cranium. Her attempt to block the blow was belated – a fatal error.
She fell to the tiled ground below her, and so did her mobile.
As a pool of blood slowly formed on the floor from the fresh gash, he realized no one had noticed his heinous act. Instead of guilt, he felt rather proud – like some discreet death dealer. Thus, he picked up the iphone, stepped over the exsanguinating stranger, and slowly departed with a swagger to his step.
“This will make a perfect gift,” he mused, “after I upload this video to Youtube”.
xoxo
<3~A
PS - Do they have a BEACH ball going around? Like it's a mosh pit?