Blog Like It's the End of the World
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bending_sickleA/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in lieu of an entry for Blog Like It's the End of the World Day.
The poor bastard stabbed me, what with I didn't find out until later. It was a screwdriver, one of those flat ones with a yellow and black striped handle. My chest made a little hissing sound when I pulled it out, like an air mattress being squeezed flat. He must've hit a lung - the right one because he'd been left-handed.
I tugged down the neck of my shirt and squinted at the wound, a jagged horizontal line just off-center, making me look like some sort of coin-operated mannequin. It wasn't bleeding. I prodded it, digging in a little and feeling the air flow out. I chewed on a fingernail. I'd like to say I did so thoughtfully, at least, but my mind was pretty blank at that point.
Somewhere to my right I heard a crash and a shout - broken window, probably. I turned and shuffled in the direction of the comotion, stepping over the screwdriver and its owner. I couldn't help a gurgling sort of moan as I walked - my right lung's death rattle. I chewed on a finger as I went, wondering if maybe I should've gotten the man's right hand instead.
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This, more than the absence of pain, finally cemented in my mind what had happened to me, made me revise and accept the new self-image.
The poor bastard stabbed me, what with I didn't find out until later. It was a screwdriver, one of those flat ones with a yellow and black striped handle. My chest made a little hissing sound when I pulled it out, like an air mattress being squeezed flat. He must've hit a lung - the right one because he'd been left-handed.
I tugged down the neck of my shirt and squinted at the wound, a jagged horizontal line just off-center, making me look like some sort of coin-operated mannequin. It wasn't bleeding. I prodded it, digging in a little and feeling the air flow out. I chewed on a fingernail. I'd like to say I did so thoughtfully, at least, but my mind was pretty blank at that point.
Somewhere to my right I heard a crash and a shout - broken window, probably. I turned and shuffled in the direction of the comotion, stepping over the screwdriver and its owner. I couldn't help a gurgling sort of moan as I walked - my right lung's death rattle. I chewed on a finger as I went, wondering if maybe I should've gotten the man's right hand instead.
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This, more than the absence of pain, finally cemented in my mind what had happened to me, made me revise and accept the new self-image.
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Date: 2010-06-19 10:42 am (UTC)My favourite line: My chest made a little hissing sound when I pulled it out, like an air mattress being squeezed flat. *shudders*
I just can't tell you enough how much I adore your writing and how fantastic I think you are at everything, my dear! ♥
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Date: 2010-06-19 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-19 07:08 pm (UTC)Also, have you had a chance to watch Zombieland already?
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Date: 2010-06-19 07:57 pm (UTC)And I've reread World War Z (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_Z) and I just got my hands on The Zombie Survival Handbook (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Zombie_Survival_Guide) and I am just so \o/ over zombies, I don't even understand it. One day, I will even watch Shock Waves (1977) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VihBNOXVRTk) (Nazi zombies!) although nothing can ever beat Kung Fu Zombie (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-hqcM0gRsU)...
That's probably more zombie!spam than you could have ever wanted. And I used to be such a respectable vampire-lovin' girl.
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Date: 2010-06-20 08:58 am (UTC)*huggles you grinning crazily*
God, that Zombie Survival Handbook is NIFTY!