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When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 7 2009, 9:55 PM EDT
BEEP. BEEP.I groaned. It was time for my shift at McDonald's and I haven't even woken up yet. I sat up and looked around blearily. Pretty Freekin Scary posters... black bra on the dresser... pink computer... what the hell was I doing in Cheryl's room? I looked next to me. There was Cheryl, sleeping next to me. She looked so perfect, iwth her supple skin. her shiny blond hair. I could imagine her sparkly blue eyes as she laughed. She was truly the coup de grace of girlfriends. Wait, I was in bed with Cheryl Plante? I looked down to my lower body. Thank God, I was wearing a condom. I wouldn't want to be the father of a son at age eighteen. I got out of bed and looked at the mirror. My tousled brown hair fell above my eyes. My green eyes stared at the mirror, glazed. I studied my muscular body. I was failing everything but phys ed. I can't tell you how many times I've been sent to the principal's office. I can imagine Ms. Appleby staring at me now. "Mitch White, back again? I can't believe you got another D..." And I bet my parents can't believe it either. I looked at Cheryl, and remebered the other class I aced, sex ed. Thank you Lord in heaven. I pulled on my clothes from yesterday and tiptoed down the stairs, not wanting to wake up Cher's parents, before I realized that they were both at work already. When I hit at the bottom of the stairs, I was surprised to see DJ Loomis sitting on the couch, listening to Panic at the Disco, eating cereal, and watching TV. DJ is Cheryl's half-brother. His mom married Cheryl's dad when Cheryl was eight and DJ was three. Unfortunately, Cheryl's dad is possibly the biggest cock-sucker on the face of the Earth, and when DJ's mom died three years ago, things got pretty bad around here. Do you find this valuable?
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1. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 7 2009, 10:07 PM EDT
DJ can't remember life without Cheryl, and the only reason he hasn't fallen in with the bad crowd at school is because he loves her too much. DJ was tall and thin, pale, with long jet-black hair, gray eyes, a wicked sense of humor, the smartest mouth known to man, and a taste for all things scary, weird, and out of the norm, For a thirteen-year-old, he was pretty damn tall, taller than me, which is probably how he got a shift at Underground Video. He most likely did that to get time away from the dad, Hector, who was "a fucking faggot douche" according to DJ.He looked up at me. "Well, looks like sis showed you around her bed at long last. How was the grand tour?" "Sorry," I told him. "My attention was captured by the tour guide." He nodded. "Hey, can I have my special edition of Blade Runner back?" he asked. "My cousin Stanley wnts to see it." I nodded. "Sure." I worked my way to the couch and grabbed the remote. I changed the channel to the news. "I was watching--" DJ's complaint stuttered to a stop as the news woman said, "--and three more brutally murdered, with their heads ripped open and the brains removed. The police are speculating about cannibalism and Satanic ritual abuse. Could that happen to a tiny town like ours?' I left, shivering with a bad feeling in my bones. DJ kept watching the TV intensely. He whispered a word, but I was already out the door and honestly dindn't give a shit what it was. I should have. Do you find this valuable? |
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2. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 8 2009, 12:43 AM EDT
I pulled into McDonald's driveway late. Very late. I was already on the Dave's bad side, and things were gonna get ugly. Dave Travis is the manager, and he is one mean son of a bitch.Luckily, he was out sick, and I walked into my station. My friend, Mel Frasier, was already flipping patties. Mel was medium height with brown eyes and red hair that hung down past his chin on the front. He was a good student, but he got in trouble a lot, mostly because his dry sense of humor doesn't appeal to the football team. I briefly wondered who would win in a smart-ass battle: Clever humor versus deadpan wit. DJ would probably win though, and turn Mel into a babbling cretin while he was at it. But Mel was pretty weird, so you never could tell. "Late again, I see," Mel said with a snicker. "When am I not?" I replied with a laugh. "Lucky Travis is out for the day, or you might have ended up in the meat grinder." I couldn't tell if Mel was joking or not, but I smiled anyway. At that moment, Mel's best friend Scott Carter and Cheryl's friend Bianca West waltzed into the restaurant. Do you find this valuable? |
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3. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 9 2009, 3:18 PM EDT
Scott was buff, with spiky blond hair and a personality that could definitely use some improvement. Bianca was hot. Very, very, very hot. With shiny brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. Fortunately, she's always high when I see her, so I don't have to deal with 1) her retarded self-glorification and 2) her rambling about how she gets great grades in all her classes. I actually feel bad for Cheryl."Welcome to McDonald's, what can I do for you-- oh, cut the crap, what do you want, Scott?" said Mel. "I'll have the number 9 combo meal with a Coke and a Mighty Kids chicken McNugget meal with a Coke." replied Scott. "Make that a Diet Coke for the Mighty Kids meal," piped in Bianca. "That'll be forty-six dollars and fifty-one cents," said Mel. "WHAT?" cried Scott. "The world economy's going to hell in a handbasket, we're not getting as many customers as usual, and you're you," replied Mel. "Look, just gimme a fifty and we'll call it a day." "No we will not call it a fucking day," Scott said, his anger slowly ramping up. "I know we won't. I did not include the word 'fucking'," said Mel, who's refusal and dryness was starting to piss Scott off. Scott was always pissed off, though, so this probably wouldn't end well. "I'd like to speak to the manager," said Bianca, who was swaying slightly. Scott caught her and held her up. "Thanks, Scott," she said, then burst out laughing. "I think the manager is allergic to marijuana," said Mel, who was starting to annoy me as well. This only caused Bianca to giggle even harder, until she fell to her knees. I thanked God we were the only ones here. "Look," I said, "you two are obviously intoxicated, so I'm gonna have to kick you out." Do you find this valuable? |
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4. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 9 2009, 3:32 PM EDT
"I'm not intoxicated," argued Scott. "Yes, but I am afraid you are disturbing the peace." I replied. Was he trying to be a jack-off? "Peace? What peace? We're the only customers in this rat-infested shithole!" Scott yelled. "You wanna go? Don't make me call security, I've only got one nerve, and you're on it." I said heatedly. "Nerve? You don't have nerve! Grow a fuckin' pair and kick me out yourself!" Scott was really scaring me now. "Fuck you, you miserable son of a bitch. You're on the football team, and Mel still has to take painkillers for the day you stuck a parking cone up his ass!" I screamed. "That wasn't me!" shouted Scott. "Okay, then you're the one who needs to grow a pair, becuase you're the biggest motherfucking, pussy-ass, rat-looking, homo-repressed mama's boy I've ever seen in my life!" I said. This argument was starting to get out of hand. "You fucker! You're just a burger-peddling loser who can't even bust a move!" Scott freaked. "And how the fuck do you get girls lusting after you anyway? You're a hideous fucking chud!" I retorted. Scott let out a ripping, animalistic, inhumane, inarticulate, Adam Sandler roar and leaped at me, I tumbled to the ground. Scott had my collar in his hand. "You're gonna be the chud after I rearrange your face!" he hissed. All of a sudden, Mel dragged him off me, punched him in the face, and tossed him out the door with Bianca. "If you ever come back in here again, I'l call the fucking police on your sorry ass!" Mel shouted. "Thanks," I told him. "No problem," he replied. "But Scott was right. You really do need to grow a pair." Do you find this valuable? |
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5. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 9 2009, 6:34 PM EDT
The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully. There weren't any more customers, so Mel and I were playing ping-pong with a spatula and a patty. Suddenly Mel said, "Wanna visit Underground Video? It's pretty close to closing time, and I am so fucking bored," he sighed. "Sure," I said. "I know a guy who works there, so I can hook us up. I'm in the mood for a good zombie flick." We walked around the corner to the video store. The only clerk on duty was, of course, DJ. "Hey DJ, we're in the mood for a good zombie flick, do you think you can--" I was cut off as DJ heaved a huge box of zombie movies onto the desk. "Take 'em. On the house. Watch them all very carefully." h said. Then he curtly walked out the door, waited for us to walk out, and locked it, putting up the closed sign. Mel looked at me. "That was really weird." Do you find this valuable? |
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6. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 10 2009, 7:10 PM EDT
"DJ acts like that all the time," I shrugged.After a while of watching the Evil Dead, Mel looked at his watch. "What the shit?" I looked at him. "What?" "It's nearly eleven," he shrieked. "The night-shifters should be here by now!" "They probably are," I said, not too concerned. "This back room is soundproof. They're probably out there taking orders already." Mel looked anxious. "Still..." Giving in to Mel's anxiety, we ambled out of the back room to find... absolutely nothing. "Now where the fuck did they go?" I wondered aloud. But Mel was staring in horror out the window. I glanced up and saw that Mel's car had been totalled. The night-shifters' car was sitting on top of it. "I spent five years fixing up that Porsche with my dad!" Mel wailed. Strangely, my beat-up old Cadillac Escalade was hardly touched. Then again, I probably wouldn't have ven noticed if it had been wrecked. I jumped out the door and looked to the right and my heart stopped. Old Mr. Mortman had been the local bartender before retiring to live in his apartment with his cats. It was definitely surprising to see him out and about. The thing was, Mr. Mortman died two years ago. Do you find this valuable? |
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7. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 11 2009, 1:34 PM EDT
I ran back inside. "Mel, open up the safe in Dave's office. Now."Mel looked surprised. "We can't do that, we'd lose our jobs!" "Just do it! Trust me, our jobs are the least of our problems." Mel eyed me suspiciously, and went to open up Dave Travis's safe. Dave was neurotic and over-protective, so he kept guns instead of money in the safe. Mel came back holding an assortment of hunting rifles, shotguns, and pistols. We walked outside, ready to dash to the car if need be. Mr. Mortman was standing in the parking lot, moaning ominously. "What the fuck is Mr. Mortman doing here!?" shouted Mel. "Shoot him." I replied. BANG. BANG. BANG. Mr. Mortman now had several holes in his chest, but he kept walking, or stumbling, or whatever the fuck the walking dead do. toward us. CRACK! My shotgun blast had lost Mr. Mortman a leg, but he wasn't bleeding heavily and was crawling toward us... I panicked and cocked Travis's favorite gun, his Desert Eagle (he'd often threatened customers with it), took aim, and fired. The slug went straight into Mr. Mortman's head. The bullet smashed through the zombie's skull, with blood spurting everywhere-- the whole thing seemed to be happening in slow-motion. Suddenly, the zombie's head exploded in a geyser of blood and gore, showering the pavement around the body. Mr. Mortman fell to the side, dead-- again. Do you find this valuable? |
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10. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 13 2009, 3:39 PM EDT
Mel looked shaken and upset. "What the fuck just happened?"I looked at him. "To me, it looks like there's been a sudden uprising of the undead. And considering that we live in a town with the highest death rate in the country, we're going to have one hell of a population problem." "B-but Springwood?" stammered Mel. "Don't you think that the dead could've chosen somewhere a little cooler to come back to life? Ireland? Cleveland, maybe?" "Yeah, well, I've never gotten a break before, so I shouldn't expect one now," I replied. "And if those wet rags out there think that they can scare me away, they've got another thing coming!" "Uh, Mitch... they're scaring me away," squeaked Mel. I shrugged. "That's your problem." I handed Mel a hunting rifle. "Here, keep some of the other zombies at bay... I'm gonna get the car." Several more of the walking dead had stumbled into the parking lot. Taking out one of Travis's Glocks, I ran into the parking lot, sprinting as fast as I could to my Cadillac. As soon as I reached my car, I fumbled for my keys and unlocked the door. Hearing the ignition start up was the sweetest thing in the world. BAM. I jumped at the sound. A zombie had wandered to my car and was banging on the windshield. Frightened, I backed out of the parking lot and put the pedal to the metal, zooming away. I was halfway to Main Street before a terrifying epiphany struck me. Mel! I'd left Mel back at McDonald's! Do you find this valuable? |
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11. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 13 2009, 10:36 PM EDT
"Goddammit!" I swerved and started the drive back to McDonald's when I pulled the brakes. The road was blocked by a large congregation of zombies."Aw, shit," I breathed. I backed up, gathering momentum, and suddenly burst forward with all my car's horsepower. Speeding through the streets, I saw how people were screaming and fighting back, and I was perfectly safe in my car. The radio started playing "It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" and I realized it perfectly reflected my mood. I began to sing along with the lyrics. When I made it back to McDonald's, I barrelled through the parkinh lot and smashed straight into the front of the restaurant. Mel threw himself to the ground as debris covered him. I had run over several of the zombies. "God, Mitch, learn to drive!" screamed Mel. Ignoring him, I wrenched open my car's moonroof and shouted, "Get in!" Mel jumped through the moonroof, but before he was halfway in I spun around and slammed my foot to the gas. "Holy shit!" screamed Mel. With the engine roaring in my ears, I resolved to head to one location-- Cheryl's house. Do you find this valuable? |
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12. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 20 2009, 10:35 PM EDT
I spun around wildly into Cheryl's house, knocking a shouting Hector off his feet and into his rotating sawblade."HOLY FUCK!" I screamed as blood sprayed all over my windshield and several bits of skull and brain matter slid off my hood. It wasn't so much that I had just killed my girlfriend and friend's father, it was the fact that his remains would be killer to get off my car. Do you find this valuable? |
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13. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 23 2009, 5:50 PM EDT
DJ jumped out of the doorway and stared at Hector's decapitated body. Blood slowly dripped from the saw-blade."No one's gonna miss the fuck-face," he shrugged. \ Hector kept a large variety of weapons. because sadists usually do. DJ picked up and Uzi. "Mitch, Mel, Cheryl's still in their, we gotta save her!" Do you find this valuable? |
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14. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jun 24 2009, 2:34 PM EDT
Keep it Going Mate This Is Good :)
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15. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 6 2009, 10:07 PM EDT
"Keep it Going Mate This Is Good :)"(Thx mate... I'm British, by the way) I got out of my car and picked up a Glock 17. Mel was still clutching a hunting rifle as if it were a teddy bear. "Have you guys passed Jake?" DJ asked. "He was supposed to meet me with a van fifteen minutes ago..." "Sorry, mate," I told DJ apologetically. "He's probably dead..." Then I remembered. I'd seen Jake, a kid with blue eyes and eye-length dirty blonde hair, no less than a minute ago. I had sped by his van, he had been shooting a tzombies. "DJ--" I started, but was quickly cut off as an enormous van barrelled into the garage. Jake stepped out of it, dazed, but alive. Do you find this valuable? |
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16. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 7 2009, 7:02 PM EDT
"Jake Deetz at your service," Jake said pompously, sticking out his hand for a shake. "Jake," DJ said, taking control of the situation, "I need to borrow your van so I can pick up a few people. You stay with Mitch, Mel, and Cheryl." "Where is Cher?" asked Jake, who had always got on with her rather well, but not too well for my liking. "Inside," I said. "Mel and I were going in to get her." "Um," said Jake, "how about I stay here and watch the car? I'm not too big on the zombies," he shuddered. "Fine," said Mel. "You can guard it and shoot any zombies that come within a twenty-foot radius." "I'll come with you," Jake revised quickly. DJ finished packing the van. "I'm going to pick some people up. Meet me at midnight at Fulci Circle. Keep Cheryl safe!" he added threateningly. I watched DJ drive off, then said, "Okay men, let's move." Both the back, garage, and front doors were locked with no way to climb up a to a window. "Stand back," I told Mel and Jake, then took an Uzi and shot out the area near the door handle, then reached and unlocking it. "That was pretty cool," conceded Jake. The three of us stepped into the house, taking care to notice that it looked like the zombies had already found a way in. There was broken china everywhere, and the furniture had been ripped to shreds. The TV was the only thing left intact in the sitting room. Moving on, the kitchen had been ransacked, cabinets ripped open, the oven smashed, utensils lying in heaps, the fridge on its side, and the table's legs crushed. We walked up the stairs, glass from the broken pictures littering each step. Mel squeaked in fear everytime he heard something, and Jake was wheezing frightenedly in my ear. "Mitch..." I heard Mel whisper. "What!? Do you find this valuable? |
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17. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 7 2009, 7:06 PM EDT
"What!?" I spun around angrily and came face to face with a zombie."Aargh!" shrieked Jake. BANG! My Glock took a chunk out of the zombie's head and he slumped to the landing we were on. "You idiot!" I twisted around face to face, burning with fury at Jake. "You gave away our position!" I yelled. "Now every zombie in the house is probably heading right for us!" "Uh, Mitch," said Jake, "turn around." Once again I turned. This time, I was facing three dozen zombies. Do you find this valuable? |
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18. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 7 2009, 10:42 PM EDT
"SHIT!!" I shouted. "Jake!""What!?" he called back. "JAKE!" I cried again. "What the fuck is it!?" "The rifle, goddammit! Shoot them!" Jake grabbed the riifle from Mel. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. Perfect; five zombies dropped on the spot, clean holes running through their skulls. "Good shot!" I encouraged him. Mel glared at me. My Glock was working overtime. Every couple of shots I dropped a zombie, but it was nothing compared to Jake: every time his rifle went off, a zombie dropped dead. Mel, on the other hand, had awful aiming-- he'd been shooting for a full five minutes and had only killed three zombies. Unfortunately for us, the loud shots and the bright lights of the gun going off had attracted what must have been every zombie in the building. They were all downstairs. "Shit!" my Glock had ran out of ammo. "Up the stairs!" shouted Mel, dropping his fourth zombie with his Uzi. We backed upstairs, with Jake and Mel shooting at zombies and me crushing their heads with my wrench. We finally managed to get to the top of the stairs, but met up with several more zombies. "How the hell are they all getting in!?" cried Jake. "Doesn't matter!" I replied hotly, smacking yet another zombie across the face with my wrench. Suddenly I heard a loud gunshot; Someone had jjust dropped a zombie threatening to chomp into Mel. I flipped around to see Cheryl holding a Beretta. "Quick, inside!" We all rushed into her room, I glancing around. Less than 24 hours ago, I had woken up here next to Cheryl... Jake locked the door, but a zombie smashed his hand through it. "We don't have much time," Cher said, looking at me. "You're right," I said, choking on my words. "Let's figure out a plan..." Do you find this valuable? |
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Jul 8 2009, 3:31 PM EDT
The zombies had smashed most of the door open, causing us to stand at the back of the room. We were attempting to figure out a plan. Jumping out the window was too risky, and it would be certain suicide rushing out into the mass of zombies. We were trapped.
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20. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 9 2009, 9:53 PM EDT
Mel cam through for us, for once. Taking out his Uzi, he blew away about 10 zombies in a couple seconds, I struck a couple across the face, leaving them stunned, and we cleared the rest before taking a running jump down the stairs. We landed with a heavy clunk."I am NEVER," wheezed Cheryl, doing that again." We took a detour through the grage and got into the still-running car. "Jake, you aim for zombies out the sunroof, you've got the best aim," I said. "Mel, you point out the back and try and take out as many zeds as possible." Do you find this valuable? |
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21. RE: When the Dead Don't Stay Down
Jul 11 2009, 8:26 PM EDT
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"Oh, you choose him as sniper," groused Mel. "Well let me tell you something, aiming is a lot harder than it looks!""Mel, do me a favor," I said. "Shut the hell up and shoot." Still griping, Mel sat in the trunk with the Uzi at the ready. I gunned the engine and shot out of the mangled garage, heading for Fulci Circle. "Dammit!" cried Jake. "The zombies are keeping close to the car, I can't get a decent shot!" BANG! I thought I saw a zombie collapse out of my peripheral vision, but I didn't dwell on it, because I swerved to avoid a crowd of zombies surrounding two helpless innocents. I saw that it was Scott and Bianca. I had nothing against Bianca, but Scott... "Help them!" yelled Jake. "Mitch, it's Scott!" said Mel. "They'll only slow us down!" I was undecided. "Cher?" I inquired. Do you find this valuable? |
