After the Pandemic: The Tragic Fall of Lord Bart (674 hits)
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Submitted by Freakmagnet (View user info) at 2005-03-08 21:00:37 EST
We sit across from each other, and eat a meal in our cramped underground chamber. This has been
our headquarters for the re-population effort for about three months now. My feet scrape the dirt
floor and I gaze silently at my leader. He looks so weak in the wane candle light. The Lord has
led us, the Survivors, since the pandemic. He has led us through the riots and the zombie
cleansing marches. The Lord has stood strong against the rival Survivors. We all draw so much
from his strength and wisdom, but I fear this will be our last meal together. For the disease
already has a strong grip on Lord Bart. I can see it in the cloudiness of his eyes. The dead
eyes that stare in my direction, but not at me at all. The steely silence is broken as Bart lets
out a hacking cough. He sputters, hacks again and begins to convulse. I put down my spoon and
reach coolly underneath the table. Bart quits his shaking fit and falls face first into his meal,
a thick stew. I remove my hand from underneath the table to reveal my highly polished, nickel
plated .45. I stole it off a dead sheriff in Las Vegas. The firearm reminds me how long its
been. I tensely load my weapon and the chamber is completely silent except for the metallic scrap
of the magazine sliding into place. Bart's body had been still, but now it twitches and moves as
he begins to reanimate. I stop eating and tears fill my eyes, for I know what is coming. His
body no longer twitches, but shakes and thrashes violently, spilling stew across the table. He
slides off the chair and tosses and turns on the ground. The tossing stops and silence again
fills the chamber. Suddenly Lord Bart rises to his feet. The blood has drained completely from
his face and his eyes are bloodshot and hungry. Hungry for my living flesh. He crawls onto the
table and comes at me on all fours. He moves slowly, so I have time to take careful aim. Tears
stream down my face as I squeeze the trigger. I haven't the stomach to shoot his face so I waste
precious rounds on body shots. No matter, the high caliber, hollow point slugs do their job,
leaving billiard ball sized exit wounds. Bart falls face first onto the table, but bleeds little,
for his blood has already begun to coagulate. I drop my weapon sob openly into my hands. Lord
Bart has fallen, and I, Jared, must now take his place.
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Submitted by notyou (user info) at 2005-07-07 18:15:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-05-12 17:43:02 EDT (#)
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I have just got done reading these all and I have enjoyed them all. Great work everyone, +2's for all!
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-03-10 03:37:46 EST (#)
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hmmm...
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-09 14:39:22 EST (#)
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Submitted by Freakmagnet (user info) at 2005-03-09 00:03:13 EST (#)
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That link has to be a joke, Lady.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-03-08 23:47:05 EST (#)
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http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/03/08/high_school_zombie_threat/
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-08 22:53:51 EST (#)
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Oooo-kayyy...
Submitted by MetalMilitiaMan (user info) at 2005-03-08 22:15:51 EST (#)
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Am I missing something?
Submitted by RideJohnnyRide (user info) at 2005-03-08 21:18:35 EST (#)
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Chicago area folks, keep an eye on the news iM freaked out
Submitted by ellsmall (user info) at 2005-03-08 21:13:31 EST (#)
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Sorry to hear that, please make a full report to the Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency.
http://www.fvza.org/