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CAUTION! What you are about to read may be extremely boring, and random!

Submitted:Jun 1, 2013    Reads: 24    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

So the story begins with one question, "what just happened...?" A word that seeks to be answered so many times. Let us start from the beginning.

Paintings are symbols, of artwork. Hardwork and dedication is put into them and the many artists bring life to them. Thus explaining museums, except, some paintings are too alive if you know what I mean. One day going to a museum, people appear through a magnifying glass I have found. Full of life, of color that seeks to be foretold. Using this magnifying glass I seek through the museum. When looking around, a man, dressed in white clothes tries to hurt everyone. He shoots and aims everywhere, and at that moment, ZOMBIES APPEAR. Creatures unseen from the vast beyond reign down on earth and attempt to destroy us all.

But what of a person is of use, during such a gobblewonker. Surprised, confused, I run. One of the things I should do at this moment anyways. My fear grows, as the predators seek out for the humans, trying to destroy us all, trying to eliminate us for their own entertainment and desire. I stop running. I think, how do I get out of this situation?

I stop imagining.

And so the title has it's own to say.


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