"Mortified"

Chapter 4: The Other Monster

"Urgh...." The floor, spotted with his coagulated blood, thicken with oxidized decayed blood cells... The darkness of the outside corridor and my dim bedroom lights amplified the zombie's image.
Mr. Lim, with a retarded raise, looked at me, with his blood thirsty and bloodshot eyes. As his line of sight fell on me, he intensified his invasion. Cold beads of perspiration cloaked me, the adrenaline glands pumping like mad. Shit... My legs do not need repeating.
I ran out of my room, jumping over some of my dumped school books and the blood smeared brick. I dashed in an ungracely manner towards the living room, naturally began flipping the door latch open, I got to get the heck out of here. Strange, my legs were excited, i could have ran the physical education 2.4 kilometers in less than five minutes... However the rest of my body parts made me feel like a freakin' hypocrite. I was already sweating like it was raining indoors, my brain exhausted from all the mind games, the fumbling fingers not getting a grip on the door latch...
Calm down Ivan... He's not going to get you if you just CALM down and open the door! "uuuhhhh...."
I stole a glance at spot of the origin. Mr Lim lumbering towards me. His huge figure made the doorway look small, intimidating me further. Click! Finally the latch is off! farewell Mr Lim, I pray that someone puts you out of your misery soon. I flung the door wide opened, and took a step towards the gate. My eyes were still fascinated with the fact that I am looking at a real life out of the movie monster, All sympathies for the old man is lost, I only wanted to see him as an interesting threat to my survival. Farewell Mr Lim, it was nice knowing you. Peeling my eyes off him, I synchronized my feet and hands to the gate. I spin for the quick getaway, only to stop shortly. I let a small yelp escape from my mouth,
However it was not enough to dodge the arms of those determined to rip you apart... Arms so desperate for a human flesh, Karen, Mr. Lim's young grand-daughter... Karen not you too...
Her slender hands, already showing some signs of decay, groped tightly on my arm. She gripped me with unspeakable strength, I never knew she possessed such monstrous brawns; it was unexpected from the slim and beautiful lady. I stared at her beautiful face, studying what fascinated me time and time again. If I were not a Christian, I may have done something unpardonable because of her. Her long jet black hair, tempting big eyes, tight pouting lips, and her perfectly chiseled face. Her body was flawless, making her the perfect goddess of Singaporean girls.
Now here she is, Still as beautiful as ever, just that she has a chunk of lower right jaw missing.
Mr. Lim must have got to her, how could he!? such cruelty, he definitely has no taste for true beauty... and Karen definitely do not show the right tastes to satisfy her appetite.
I shook the fantastical impressions I had for her out of my head. Mr. Lim already is about 4 meters away. I began to pull my captured arm with the same intensity that Karen is gripping my arm with.
3 meters, I could see that there is some form of unforeseen cooperation here. Karen let go of me! I kicked the gate with all my weight, the impact threw Karen off guard and she fell away into a pot of my mother's favorite herbs.
I side step in quick reflex, slipping under the lard filled arms of Mr. Lim. continuing the strife to the kitchen, that’s when I saw it. The gleaming beauty, my silver lining in this storm. The sharp kitchen knife laid on the stove side table, like the sword prepared for the king. I grabbed the handle and examined the blade. Despite the kitchen darkness and my vision fueled by the moonlight... The simple kitchen knife glowed in a simple radiance. The foot long knife looked like the weapon meant to kill, not to be insulted by facing daily chopping of vegetables or mishandled by using it for other purposes. That’s right, It’s a weapon, And now its my weapon that will grant me the freedom that I so long to have...
The opponent has arrived, I never felt so ready in my life to do something as significant as this... 2 monsters standing face to face, except that there is a possibility that the other may be immortal...
Welding the blade with my stronger right arm, I thrust into the monster's chest; I could feel the edge of the tool piercing into his flesh, passing meat, bones, organs... Yet, the same expression on his face, cept' for his sudden excitement for the fact that i am extremely within his reach. With a wide swing of his arms, he complacently attempted to grab me. This only gave me the chance to dive below the dining table, and in a quick succession, appeared behind him.Then with all my might, crowding the small handle with both my hands, I plunged the knife straight through the cranium, pushing in with all my body weight. Crack! I could hear loud splintering of bones, the smashing of organic matter, I know that i have hit home.
With the same effort i pulled the bloody blade out, and it made a sick slushy sound. Astonishingly, I realised that there wasnt much blood on the blade. I kinda expected blood to be all over the place... but this may be a blessing in disguise, i am still not sure how you will turn into one of them, it could be like the movies where if your blood is expose to their's you could get infected... I am not taking that risk...
Mr Lim stayed in the position for quite a while... I got no idea what is his condition like... I pray that he is finally put out of his misery. After all this, I am not really sure what to expect, I mean i never knew that zombies possesses any form of intelligence, but if I recalled correctly, Mr Lim did throw a brick to smash my bedroom window.
Out of curiousity, i took a step and stood near his front. Cold sweat from the adreline rush rolled down my arms, suspense made me gripped the knife harder. Peering at his face, I saw that his eyes were wide open and motionless, There wasnt much life in them in the first place. yet i could tell that he was more dead than he was just now. His lips curled into a snarl, as if something bad just happened to him. I wonder what went through his head just now. Haha, Hahahahaha, hahahaha... ha...I could not help it but laugh at my little joke. "Ughh" Mr Lim suddenly lunged at me, grabbing hold both my arms at the shoulder, I was petrified and could not respond. Isnt he suppose to stay still? I was suppose to win, what is going on? I was pretty sure he was dead!
Bearing teeth that had blacken from decay, he tried to take a bite at me, Crap they really do eat human!!!!!!!! He plunged his head towards my neck's left side, subconsciously I responded by pushing at his face. The force of Mr Lim's weight and thrust threw me to the ground. Landing hard to my back, I accidentally let out a small groan of pain...with all my might, and fueled by fear, i pushed like as if I were going to die, literally. I was nearing tears, yet continue to struggle to keep his head just distant from me, and the stench of rotting flesh is beginning to make me sick. Mr Lim, energised by some unknown force, pushing with uncoordinated, yet still as mighty, forward, trying to bite anything in his way, including the hands that placed around his neck. Crap, there's still so many things i wanna do in life, I do not want it to end here... God please I know i was complacent with myself just now, I really believe that i have things ahead that i have yet to accomplish, Lord save me.....
Suddenly there was a loud crash, sounds of metal crashing into the concrete ground. Mr Lim seemed to be too engrossed with trying to feed himself to notice. Struggling, I continued to push on with equal strength, somehow i do not think i could hold on forever... Then i heard it, a second one. Karen! she must have managed to push down the gates! that means no one is ever safe even in their house, who on earth can push down a door gate!? Yet Mr Lim still has not noticed his grand daughter, she stood upright next to him, as if she were here to greet him... This is bad, I got my hand full with one guy and she wants to join the party... This is getting from bad to worse...

End of Chapter 4

"Mortified"

Chapter 3: The encounter Part 1

Bloody Hell! What the heck was that?
THUD! I could make vague judgments of the silhouette outside my opaque bedroom window. THUD! A sickening sound of something soft, squishy yet hard at the same time. THUD! Whatever it was its continuing its regime of tapping my window, i could sense its desires of intrusion. I leapt to my feet. I am starting to get numb from all this...
The sickening attacks on my window intensified. Bang! Bang! Bang! I fell , plying myself to the wall... my feet seems to have lost control. Cold perspiration rolled down my forehead. Then I heard it...
The groan of a zombie, there's no doubt about it. Its amazing how accurate all those movies are, the groans really do sound alike. The discovery however was not at all motivating...
I knelt and started to pray... ' Dear God, I really believe in you, whatever is your will, let it be done, but please help me , and all those whom i love to survive...' CRASH!!!
I opened my eyes, in front of me was fragments of acrylic form of glass, and specks of blood. My ears caught clear sounds this time. I reluctantly looked at the window. Zombie! In fact its my neighbor! Uncle Lim, Crap, they managed to get him? We stay on the fourteen story for crying out loud! Shit, poor uncle Lim.
But poor me, Here am I going to face the grim reaper himself. He managed to push his arm through the small whole he made on the window. He does not seem to mind the sharp edges of the whole slicing through his arm as he struggle to reach me, but in vain. My window is barricaded with a weak aluminum frame.
Poor me... And i have yet to tell my mum how much i really care for her... she might think i have turned into a juvenile deliquint since i do not talk much... Mum... I hope you are alright....
Standing in front of the struggling monster, i began to study it. His face were not decaying, but his skin color had turned to a dull grey, kinda like the color when you leave meat out in the air too long... his eyes however, were of extreme bloodshot. he do not seem to have abilities to move its mouth, or blink, however, i could tell its still breathing. Everytime it groaned, i could smell a slight putrid stench, like rotting flesh. Mr Lim, when i KNEW him, was rather frail for his size, for he is big, with a bulging stomach to match his pudgy arms. The Mr Lim i see now is nothing of his former self.
Suddenly he pulled his arm back out. I could tell from his groans that he is getting frustrated. For what? Do zombies really eat humans? Suddenly he began to drift away. I heaved a sigh of relief. I started to fall to the ground to rest from the intense encounter. Is it over for now?
CRASH!!!!!!!!! My eyes were wide open in wonder. A red brick flew past my face, just missing it by a few centimeters.As the destroyed window frame and fragments of my window seem to fall in slow motion, revealing Mr Lim, slumping forward from the throw, I picked myself up and ran to the living room. SHIT!!!!!! What on earth am I going to do now!? Stay at home, you will be most safe, YA RIGHT! thank you news casters. you just made my day worse.

Alrighto, I finally got some life back... must be becos i see no hope liao in some of the things i do. Bwa hahaha... Ok, I am thrilled to know i already have ONE fan for "Mortified". I wonder how well my story can proceed. Lets go.

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"Mortified"

Chapter 2: Reality Check

My spine shook, the grievous face of decay lay flat on the screen. A face of A middle aged lady, I could tell that she was beautiful once, not anymore. It has to be a sick joke, or a movie. I cannot take this anymore, how bad can this day be?
"...Scene in which you see, the dead are walking again...", The background shows a mass of people, walking in a sloppy manner, in the bright street lights of Woodlands Area, people screaming, there's total chaos. " The Police are trying what they can to stop them" The scene looks like its taken from a helicopter, the reporters must be wimping out too. Funny, This scene is so satirical, in all stories, the police never win...
I dashed to the door, bolted it and made sure every window was shut, I do not want a single one of them to notice my presence. The poor kid, I can only pray that it really was just a bad joke, that did not went wrong...
I blacked the house out, and shifted the tv to a more secluded part of the living room. There i continue to watch, out of fear, and out of panic.
"... to stay in your home, all citizens who are watching this program, are to remain calm and to stay in your home. Lock all doors and wait for the police presence..." Stay calm? How to stay Calm? This is a nightmare, Got to be a dream...
I firmly pressed the power button. A Queer sound of the screen fading out , made me realise that there was another distinct ringing... My Handphone!
" Ivan! you ok? Thank God! Where are you now?" "Teng Yao! Teng Yao right? I am at home! I cant believe this is happening man, whats going on" I could feel my hands trembling, yet my heart beat calmly after hearing a familiar voice.
" I also don't know what is going on lah, My area quite badly affected, got many zombies near the east coast area... I thought this would be cool... I guess those games really are just games..." "I know man, don't chicken out, you should be safe. You stay in a terrace home, you better go make sure all those doors and windows are shut tight." "Kay, you wait ar..." A heavy tone of a gently dropped phone vibrated through the earpiece. teng yao's house is pretty big, he better make sure he lock down the entire house...
Hmmm, a minute passed, still no reply. This is rather annoying, In this kind of situation, you would be dashing around like a fool.
Ring Ring!!!
What the... my handphone rang, someone is calling through the second line. What! Its Teng Yao!
"Ivan! Shit! Shit! They got through the back door! Shit! ( I could hear him choke at his breath, fear dominated his voice) They got my Dad and silvia, Shit! Ivan, cant really talk to you now... If we ever do meet again, shit what am i saying, FREAK! ugh, whatever it is, God bless you, pray for me, i will be heading for the marine parade neighborhood police post!"
Silence, a awkward silence. the ground showed droplets of moist, I did not realize the tears flowing. This has got to be a nightmare. This cant be real. This cant be happening. What the hell is going on!?
I knelt, and begin to crumble myself into a tight ball. I could feel the pain of my clenched fist, and the uneasiness building up in the stomach. All this is happening too fast, Everything seemed fine just ten minutes ago, And now my whole world seemed to turn upside down.
'Get a grip idiot! Why do you always crumble in difficult situations!?' I remembered a time, probably two years ago, I was still in secondary school. I was not the brightest of the lot, could tell by my class, it seemed we were all on par. No one could get along, and cliques were blood brotherhoods. There were at least three dominant cliques in the class, one could see a Bermuda triangle in the class...
Everyone would mind their own business, even the teachers could not care less about whether we graduate or not. Although we were a Express stream class, we were seen as the black sheep of the school...
Then there was this day, Lionel, tall but of mediocre built, began flicking bottle caps around in class after a bell rang. it was pretty normal, i wasnt bothered, i continued to talk to my close pal, mervin. while engrossed talking about the latest console game, a stray bottle cap flew between us, knocking the window pane with a loud noise. We naturally replied with annoyed faces, And continued talking. Then another one came. Now that pissed me off, i began to shift my chair, but halted sharp before i could get up. What was i thinking, Thats lionel, I dont have the guts to talk to him. I began to calm down and face mervin again, however, as soon as i turned my head, i could feel the impact of a tiny round shape item at the back of my head.
That was it... I could not stand it anymore... I really want to just beat the idiot up. My eyes was red in anger, I could have killed someone without conscience. But i could not... I am just too afraid. I looked at mervin. He was already standing up.
" Oi! Asshole, you wanna pick on my brother here? Pick on someone else lah! Like your size!" Lionel's face twisted with rage. He came charging, flinging aside the table that stood between mervin and him. The flying table crashed into the teachers table, simultaneous with the powerful shove i felt by my side. I fell to my right, my arm cushioning my fall. Lionel grabbed Mervin by the collar, " So now you think you are my size? Punk! You are nowhere near me!" He pounded mervin's face mercilessly, the class stood in shock... no one could respond. I cant blame them. It was a Bloody sight... then mervin looked over at my side... "Ivan... Help me..."
I would never forget how i ran away in fear that day. I was gutless... Mervin was hospitalised, and had a some damage in some area of the brain. Now he would have sudden spasm attacks, and he cant talk properly... He got transfered to a special school. As for Lionel, he got expelled... From that day on until we graduated, noone seriously confided in me. I was an outcast.
The tears flowed a agony, I curled myself up and lay on the floor. I suddenly lost all motivation to move.I would just lay here till help arrived...
Suddenly, A loud thud banged against my bedroom window.

End of chapter 2

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Woah, ok this time the story a little draggy , 2 chapters and its based on just fifteen minutes of activity. interesting... now i am pretty satisfied once again. Alright till next time. Night!

hi guys, you are now victims if my new hobby... writing. I just thought of writing a paragraph from my 'imaginary' books, on random topics. Last night i could not sleep well, i was on the sofa, suppose to be watching news... dozed off around 1am... left the tv on though... i woke around 4am the tv still blasting away, so i flipped back to channel 8, cos my grandma only watches that channel, and only know how to press the power button '-_- and caught the last few minutes of a chinese zombie movie. pretty bad make up but still satisfying for this zombie movie fan.

"Mortified"

Chapter 1: Beginning.

Eerie, I could not grasp the situation.A late night and a empty corridor, that stretches end to end like a elastic band that is ready to snap anytime. The phobia lubricates the gears that drives my adrenaline glands. I took steps, some big one then even bigger ones. Soon i was at a jogging pace, trying not to look at the end, i focused on the etches of the gravel beneath my feet.
Sadly I have this phobia, one that i cannot look at extremely far objects, like long straight roads, train tracks, places that i know i must travel. the thought of the item so far away from me grips me at the throat, strangling me.
Not to mention, with the current crisis that the country is facing. Can you imagine? 5 people, all of different races, different backgrounds, went missing last night? This is Singapore, for crying out loud, shouldn't it be the safest place on earth? It had been the talk of the class the whole day, the campus seems alive with weird rumors of some biological breakthrough that Singapore had accomplish, and the missing cases...
Today the streets seems interestingly quiet. How i wish they were this quiet all the time, i can not stand noise. But why could this be? Could there be a interesting TV show that is going on that i know not of? Or could there be a parade? In this part of Jurong, There are hardly anything going on. Even the army seems to have ceased their activities in the small forest behind. weird.
The void deck, finally some signs of life, some malay kids kicking a small rubber ball around. My spirit heightened a bit as i approached the lift.
reached my floor, i looked down at my feet again. Why does my mom have to buy a unit at the end of the corridor? but this is familiar grounds. i walked in slightly stronger manner.
Suddenly i heard a scream, a small kids one coming from downstairs. A scream that pierced the night. I jumped a bit, and attempt to see whats going downstairs. bad view. A tree stood between the fourteen story corridor and the ground floor. but whatever it was, it had stopped. I prayed that it was just a nasty scare that friends like to give you some time. Assured, i pushed the key and opened the door.
"Mom? I'm home!". No response. Oh well, its not like i expect something. She could be out doing overtime again. i callously flipped the lights on, and sauntered to my room. The small boy or girl, cant tell, scream rang through my head. it gives me the creeps, wonder how he could be now, the scream that bad could mean that the boy is going to suffer some trauma for a while. Poor guy...
I walked to the kitchen to fetch a drink. Winter Melon, one of the remaining two small cartons. another sight that creep me out, from my kitchen window, i could see that the whole neighborhood, which was like two to three blocks, not a single light turned on! A blackout? that spanned all the blocks except mine? I went closer to see the void deck, weird... the lights are on. i could even see a person staggering by.
I need to call my mom to check how is she. I just got this bad feeling that i should be calling her now. I reached into my pocket to retrieve my handphone, drats, the batteries died on me the whole day, how could i forgotten? I brisked to the bedroom and plucked the charger in. As soon as the power turned on, the phone rang.
two calls one from my classmate Justin, and one from my mum. Argh, whats this? I hardly talk to anyone, and this is the first time i am feeling this. I switched the call to my mums. Fuzz thats all i hear, a lot of interference. I could only make out some sounds that sounds like my mum's. "Hello, Mum I cant hear you, too much interference! Call me again somewhere else k!" Its pretty normal to me, Every time she calls me from the office, thats all i hear. I dialed justin's name into the directory and pressed the call button. No network. What the heck. Thats new. I took up the house phone. ah, the clear tone. I dialed his number, only to be returned with the busy message. Thats it, I have enough of the suspense. I jumped onto the sofa and turned on the tv. As soon as the tv turned on, I jumped in shock.

end of chapter 1.

Bwa haha. thats pretty satisfying. I wanna see how would the story turn out in the end. So stay tune to find out more in "Mortified".

Ivan out.

Hey guys, welcome back, thanks fer reading this, if there is anyone reading this. haha...

hey let me ask you one question, do you feel just... weird? I dunno about you, but nowadays, i feel like i have doing things, going about with life, just doing enough to get by... feeling tired, feeling tired of society, do you ever feel... alone? I just cant figure it out, do you ever feel like you just want to talk to somebody, you know, pour out your sorrows and such, but when the time comes? you just dun feel like? Do you know how a puppet feels like? sometimes i feel manipulated, by many things... I dunno... what do you think?

Maybe i have not talked to anyone recently. exams, then attachment, just thinking of it makes me feel tired... worship. its like a drug to me, i need it. Its one of the only form of my expressions to God. its might be the only one. Redundant, meaningless. depressing yes i know, just cant help it. I feel like a cloth, over wringed , so tightly hardly any substance left to sustain.

Bumming, thats what i feel like now. God, Is there no one else, that i may feast my ears upon, to seek inspiration to visit you? I hardly have no reason... except to say grace sometimes... i have outcasted myself from my classmates and the campus crusades... i just dun really wanna hang out with them... no reason too... i somehow dun connect... hard to be a nice guy ya know... constantly wearing a mask... smiling away goofily so you wont ruin another person's day...

Church, thats where i feel compelled to go, yet hope to meet God, to experience him again.... Where has my optimism gone to? here lies a rag doll, decomposing with the remote control... I just had 2 packets of instant noodles. I cant remember when was the last time i deliberately had to cook that waxed long wheat to feed myself. I cant remember when was the last situp i did.

Feel like writing a story... A story where we can all relate to the protaganist.

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Its another day, that same old day, where you head about you daily chore, up about making ends needs. You look up to the sky , and daze at how the invisible forces tug those cotton candies go. sun's setting, the skies dim in a mushy purple backdrop, ideal for a date.
However here am I, flipping through a thick book worthy to be a chopping board. scouring through remnents of what seems to be endless thick pages, where information, Overflows.
As the more oustanding clouds disappear from sight, A quick reminisce of folly rubs salt in my battered wounds. Tsk, Looks like i have to face the demons with my pen again. One question,already my biological attention span gave the halfway mark. Lack of discipline drives the sluggish brain.
The classical guitar glistens with mischief in the corner, with a sigh, I dump my papers and proceeded towards the instrument. Should i play for ten minutes or so? If so what songs shall i play? Routine check tuning and simple plucks to warm up.
What seems like only a songs, stole 20 minutes away. Drats. There goes another chance to use time wisely...

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right... gotta go back to reality now. talk to you guys soon.