As I stared at it, I saw the mirror reflection of Earth in its eye. I was probably fooling myself, but as I was hard pressed to move from my spot, all I could do was gaze into the bulbous vacuum it radiated. I knew it was in there; it hadn’t moved from its spot since it first noticed me but trust me, it had the upper hand if a fight ensued.
Massive. That’s the only word to accurately describe what faced me sideways, its eye flinching ever so slightly as it sized me up. I was going to end up a snack, of that I was sure. I couldn’t outrun this thing, especially not underwater. Instead I was going to die and it was going to eat me. Hell, I haven’t even been able to get a good look at its teeth yet. I could see them in my periphery, but there was no way I was going to look away from that eye. It was almost as if I was in a trance and by not moving, I had entranced it in return. I was willing to grasp at any straw at this point.
Stalemate. With neither of us moving, we were going nowhere. I knew I was running out of oxygen, but I had no actual recollection of the time I’d spent transfixed. Even as I prayed, I knew it was not going to end well. I could feel its triumph through the cold and murky depths. It was going to devour me and I could feel how much it would enjoy it. Was that the flicker of a shadow behind me? I turned slowly, as if the sluggish speed would save me from my fate, only to come face to face with another gigantic cerulean eye.
The first stone pinged off the side of the vehicle with animosity, thrown by a protestor from the crowd. Her angry face shone brightly before being lost among the sea of acrimony the bus travelled through. The passengers could only sit and stare, unsure of what was really going on and what would become of them. Herded up like animals, they’d been forced onto buses, their meagre possessions stripped from them by masked guards. Silently they sat, in a state of collective shock, their powers of comprehension failing them in the face of such secrecy and overwhelming authority.
The children cried and cuddled into their parents, not wanting to witness their fate, not understanding what was going on. All along their route, the people outside hurled their insults along with rocks, the outer casing of the bus only managing to keep out the rocks. As the windows weakened, so did the resolve of the worried inside. The masked and armed guards could see the collective composure slipping away with each barb, their poison spreading and infecting even the most determined. And then the screams of hatred and words of abuse exploded inward as the web expanded across the surface of the glass. The angry roar of the gathered filled the interior of the bus until there was no space for anything else. The air reeked of smoke, stale sweat and fear.
Slowing to a stop, great wrought-iron gates loomed in the front windscreen; they had arrived. But no one knew where they had been brought to. The gates opened and the bus rolled forward. Fences and makeshift buildings had been erected inside the walls—the space designed to keep those who inhabited it inside, while the others were kept out. But which side of the wall was clear of infection?
It’s been seven months since it all happened. We woke up one morning to the end of the world.
It’s been seven days since you left. You went out looking for supplies to help fortify the small hole in the wall we’d managed to find. Maybe even find some food to keep our spirits up and our bodies going. Seven long days without word, without anyone else to talk to. Long days of utter, deafening isolation.
It’s been seven hours since I awoke to the sounds outside. I wondered if it was you but knew in my heart it wasn’t. They’d found us and now it was only a matter of time before they got in. I cursed myself for not being strong enough to go with you, but my swollen belly made travel too hard with what the world had become.
It’s been seven minutes since someone broke through the paltry excuse for a reinforced door. I say someone, but it was one of them. I could hear the snarling coming from the dark hallway that lead in the room we were using as a home. I prayed it was a dog or something small I knew I could fend off, but my prayers went unanswered.
It’s been seven seconds since my scream shattered the landscape around me. Seven seconds since I’d felt pain I’d never even imaged. Seven seconds since the savagery the world had descended into found me.
Haven’t seen Night of the Creeps?? Seriously?? You are missing out on a great 1980s zombie comedy!
In 1959, an alien experiment crashes to earth and infects a fraternity member. They freeze the body, but in the modern day, two geeks pledging a fraternity accidentally thaw the corpse, which proceeds to infect the campus with parasites that transform their hosts into killer zombies.
Interesting Facts: The movie the house mother is watching on TV is Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959), a fair share of the film was shot in an old Woolworth’s department store that was converted into a makeshift studio; Greg Nicotero and Howard Berger play Zombie extras; and the “Corman Clarion” newspaper, along with the university name, is a reference to Roger Corman.
I loved, love, loved Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse. With equal parts gore and laughter, it was a delightful romp of fantastic zombie watching.
A reckless janitor accidentally releases a zombie from a laboratory of research. Meanwhile, the teenagers scouts Ben Goudy and Carter Grant decide to camp for the last time since they are too old to be scouts. The problem is that they do not want to harm the feelings of their friend Augie Foster and the Scout Leader Rogers. They have a flat tire after hitting a deer on the road and Carter’s sister Kendall Grant, her boyfriend and her friend Chloe stop their Jeep to see whether they need a ride. They invite Ben and Carter to go to a party in the night. The two scouts leave the camping during the night to go to the party. When they drive through the town, they do not see a living soul and they decide to visit a night-club since the bouncer is not at the door. They discover that people have turned into zombies and they team-up with Ben’s recent acquaintance Denise Russo, who is bartender in the nightclub, and Augie that was left alone at the camp and came to the town. Soon they discover …
My Rating: A++
Interesting Facts: It was originally titled, Scouts VS Zombies; Augie’s Scout shirt has badges showing two intertwined female symbols and a handgun; a mile marker seen during the movie shows “Haddonfield” as a nearby city. Haddonfield is the setting for the movie Halloween (1978); and before Augie and Carter fight the old lady in the house, you can see a zombie on the street with a “YOLO” T-shirt.
Haven’t seen Life After Beth yet? You really should give it a shot. It blends comedy and romance with horror in an interesting way…
A hike alone in the woods ends tragically for Beth Slocum with a fatal snake bite. Her death leaves her parents and boyfriend Zach reeling. After the funeral, Zach tries to make friends with Mr. and Mrs. Slocum, but even they reject him, and he’s determined to figure out why. Then he sees Beth. Her parents are trying to keep her resurrection a secret, but zombie Beth provides Zach with the opportunity to do everything with her that he didn’t get to do while she was still alive. But with Beth’s increasingly erratic behaviour and even more strange occurrences around town, life with the undead Beth proves to be particularly complicated for her still-living loved ones.
My Rating: B
Interesting Facts: Nick Offerman can be heard narrating the documentary on Machu Pichu in the beginning of the film; it’s the 2nd time Aubrey Plaza and Anna Kendrick appear in a movie after Scott Pilgrim vs the World; and it’s the first comedy film for Dane DeHaan.
It fluttered on the fence—the small piece of tattered fabric. I would have recognized the pattern from anywhere. Small eggplant coloured dots on a lavender background. It was once her favourite shirt. The shirt she was wearing when it happened.
I remember the day clearly. The sky was blue and the park full of kids, all of them laughing as they played.
But then they came. Their flesh greying, the smell of them making the breath catch in your throat.
Now I track you through the city, looking for bursts of purple among the decaying faces of the dead.
Out of the darkness it called to mean. It moans filling up the black air all around me. I could hear it moving through the room, searching for me, like it knew I was there. Eventually it would find me, my luck wouldn’t hold—there was no way I could be so lucky. It was something I could admit to myself.
Something brushed up against me, almost as startled as I was to make contact. I screamed, scared of what was to follow.
Teeth bit into me as slimy fingers raked the flesh of my arms. The wait was over.
All I can see is the blue sky above me as I lay in hiding. I can hear them all around me, shuffling through the colourful panorama of fallen leaves. I’d been stupid, thinking the gully would keep me safe, hidden. But I began to realize they wouldn’t actively avoid the drop. Instead they’d fall into it, joining me at the bottom should they get too close.
I lay there, hoping to remain hidden. And I’m not above admitting I’ve been praying to any deity listening to keep me safe. I feel hollow, but hopeful.