Hola!! So Like I said I ws oging to post my lost zombie story up here for the masses to enjoy and I am keeping my word. Sorry it has been a long time since my last post.
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He wiped her clean and put everything back as he had found it when he got there and on the way out of the rather bleak hospital he made a stop at the bathroom where he flushed the evidence of his doings down the toilet. Max made his way to his broken down car through the parking lot and headed home. There were many things that were going through his head as he was traversing down the highway.
His breath curled in front of his acne scarred face before it rose up and disappeared into the torn vinyl and the orange foam that was peeking through. The cracks on the windshield reflected golden glow of the street lights onto Max’s face splitting it into a jigsaw of skin. Anger was flowing through Max’s veins and, anger at himself and Valerie’s dad for what he did to his precious daughter.
The fact that anyone could be possible of doing something like that to someone that they brought into this world sickened him. Max had to pull over to calm himself and fill his stomach. He pulled over at a small shack with a large neon sign that seemed like it should tip the building from its colossal size. A nineteen fifty’s style restaurant and bar, all chrome, awaited him inside. The cooks were seen through the window where the food was put to pick up. Max had a mediocre dinner and was on his way. Outside the street seemed dead, a thin for had started to roll in which made him uneasy and so hastily made his way to his car. The roar of the engine seemed to echo off the buildings all around him and go on forever. The cold machine lurched out of position and he made his way home.
At his house he was greeted with a smile from his roommate, whom he had known for years and was close to him. The he passed by the kitchen and the living room heading straight to his room. The familiar glow of the blue Christmas lights tapped to his ceiling welcomed him in. everything was as he left it the milk crates were holding up a radio and plants, the window was cracked to let in fresh air to give his plants something to breathe during the day, his computer was on and his text books were spread out on the floor mixed in with the dirty laundry. Max sat down in the swivel chair and got on his computer. After he had his fill of porno on the internet, he checked his e-mail and went out to join his roommate.
The morning was cold, outside the window Max could see that all the cars were covered in frost and that it seemed moist out on the ground. It was five thirty in the morning, which meant that his roommate would not be up for at least four or five hours. Max made his way into the bathroom with his clothes in hand that he was going to wear for the day. He flipped the switch and he was blind, the florescent light above the mirror was bright and his eyes were not ready for the shock. His vision returned and he put his clothes in the sink. The room reminded him of a hospital, walls white and floor covered with little blue tiles, he sat thinking how nice it would be to have a better life.
Three years in college hadn’t done a lot for him, thought he had gained a lot of knowledge he was not satisfied with what he was doing with his life he yearned for more. To everyone who didn’t know Max personally he seemed to be a weird little man. He was shorter than most of the women in his classes and towered over by all of the young men in his university. People were put off by him because of the way he dressed and acted.
Because the way people viewed him without really knowing him he was excluded from many things and so didn’t have many friends. The friends he had he kept close. Max had learned how to be able to blend in with crowds and move in and out without being seen, Max was a shadow, he moved in and out of life as a shadow and this was the life style that he had grown accustom to. Max was ready for a fight at any time, even though he had never been in one he envisioned how it would go down. To quell these feelings of rage inside him he would lock himself in his apartment and bury himself in porn, homework, art, writing or reading.
The library was one of his favorite places to go when he was bored at home. He would walk around or sleep on one of the many couches. He found books that were of particular interest to him and sneak them out of the library and read them on his own time, usually keeping them as his own. He had become interested in the gothic literature and the occult; he had a great respect for the books and the information that lye inside. He had watched many movies dealing with things like the occult and he knew to have the up most respect for what he was looking upon or suffer the consequences. Max never practiced what he read about but was very knowledgeable about the subject and had made many friends who were practitioners of the dark arts.
His obsession with the dark arts brought him into strange company over the years and has been witnessed to things that he never imagined were possible for a person like him. Orgies of aging flesh in the name of Lucifer and ceremonies with sacrifices that he thought had ended hundreds of years ago. The things he had observed drove him to learn more and strengthened his obsession for the dark arts. He knew every book in the library and had read them all from cover to cover. He was always searching for more things to learn about. This search brought him to other libraries and to book stores all around the town. His name became well known in the literary community and was welcomed in every bookstore in the state. (4/13)
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So there is the next two pages, sorry next time it won't be so long between posts. I'll put the next one out on Friday... I hope you enjoy it.. Oh and if I missed anything that is offesive, sorry...
Zombie (Part 2)
