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She wrapped her hands around my throat, pushing me towards the wall. My back slammed into the plaster wall, putting a hole in it. My mom started gnawing at me, but I was holding her back. But this lady was strong! She was getting closer and closer to making me her dinner. God, I wish I could come up with better descriptions and analogies, but I’m on the verge of getting eaten so gimme a minute. I used my leg and pushed her off of me. She fell and rolled backwards and lunged back at me. I rolled into my room as she crashed headfirst into the wall, falling violently to the ground, angry.

I closed my door and pressed my body against it. She banged and pushed and clawed at the door, but this sturdy, WOODEN door wouldn’t budge. I heard her scream loudly in frustration. This was my chance. “So this is what a woman’s menstrual cycle is like?” Was that good enough? Anyway, I took my beanbag chair and pressed it to the door. Let me explain that. I stuffed some of it underneath the door and I put a show with rubber soles on the ground in front of it so it wouldn’t move. I edged carefully and slowly away from it, looking for any case of it budging. It didn’t. No matter how hard she slammed against it. Thank god for weak zombies. I mean, weak and stupid. I walked over to my window, which had a very good view of the front yard, enabling me to see all in front of my house, and saw that they increased. There were more and more zombies, probably more than a dozen. And increasing. I have got to get out of her. My zombie mom kept on slamming into the door, but to no avail.

“If you were this persistent in getting a man, dad would still be here.” I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my head and breathed a sigh of relief. “Amari might be dead. I’m trapped in my house with a zombie mother and zombies are surrounding my house. This is nice.” I looked around and I couldn’t find any sort of weapon in my room. Nothing. I stared at my game console. I can use this, but I’m not using my PS3 as some blunt object, I am sorry. I would rather die than destroy my game system.

I paced back and forth, contemplating on whether or not I should use it or not. I mean, this is one of those big, bulky PS3 systems. This could knock out the Hulk if you hit him hard enough. This game is like the Nokia of the PS game systems. I whimpered a little as I came to the decision. If I want to get out of here, I have to use my baby as a weapon. I began to tear up as I unplugged it from my TV and the electric socket in the wall. “I’m so sorry, baby." I said as I caressed it like it was my baby. “You’ve done daddy proud.” The banging came to an abrupt end as I readied myself. Just as I was about to remove the shoe from my beanbag chair, I remembered that I have a fucking closet full of blunt objects. Particularly, baseball bats.  Excitedly, I ran to my closet door and pulled it open.

“AAAAHHH!” Was the only sound I heard before I was hit in the nuts and blacked out again.


Submitted: February 04, 2014

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Volatile

Ouch... So his sister is fine. Or is it someone else? G2 read on!

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:38pm

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Hmm... maybe.
Thanks for reading!

Tue, February 4th, 2014 12:41pm

PoeticMe♥

Probably Amari that hit him this time, and oh my goodness he actually had a hard time deciding between his life or the life of his game system :`D, that's so true and kind of sad. ~Poetic

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:40pm

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This is something I'd do IRL. I love games like they were people.

Tue, February 4th, 2014 12:43pm

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