'You have just awoken as a Zombie. How did it happen?'
When George A. Romero asked for extras for his new film I should probably have checked the terms and conditions.
Screenplay in the style of Rorschach (from the Watchmen). Entitled "Darkness".
*Dusk is descending around London*
Spoon1185's journal (03/June/2013): There is a great evil at work here tonight, I can feel it. The stench of fear pervades the streets; people hurry to and fro with meaningless direction creating an uncanny resemblence of an ants nest. Like them, I can sense the disturbance. Unlike them, I have far great ability at discerning the source.
*Spoon1185 slips out from a shadowy archway and begins following an entourage of black-cloaked figures*
A shaggy-haired man, in his late forties, dominated the group - his walking stick rapping on the floor at regular intervals. He murmurs to the two men flanking him but nothing is discernible; he abruptly takes a right turn and disappears into the shadowy depths of an alleyway - his acolytes are more hesitant but follow him nonetheless. Spoon1185 pauses a moment, cursing Doctor christian_b for deserting him again before plunging into the darkness. Advancing through the silent blackness, Spoon1185 becomes increasingly aware of the sound of his footsteps - each one reverberating like drum beat. Presently, Spoon1185 arrives at a disused warehouse, the door slightly ajar revealing a slit of light from inside. Spoon1185 cautiously steps up to the door, placing his ear to it and slowing his breath so as to focus. Nothing.
Stepping gingerly inside, Spoon1185 takes in his surroundings - on the nearest wall a decaying poster advertises some sort of phone network. Across the room there is another shabby poster and another phone network but on the poster on the wall to his right, Spoon1185 notices something different. The poster is headlined, "Latest Giffgaff Deals" and beneath it reads, "become a Zombie and win a Samsung Galaxy S3". Spoon1185 takes down the poster to reveal a T9 safe - familiar with layout because of his out of date and embarrassingly old phone, he quickly taps in a number:
Zombification: what happens when you try to get through to Orange customer service.
NB: My entries are my own, I haven't read many of the others because I wanted a clean slate to come up with something please don't steal and good luck to everyone else!
Just before I went to bed last night, I listened to a Party Political broadcast by the Bories and Fib Dems, I wasn't sure how but it affected me in some strange way, so much so, that I even remember thinking "shall I join them? I was horrified that I was actually thinking that.
Well, I then went to bed and this morning when I woke up, I found I was a zombie. I was shocked when I looked in the mirror and saw what I had become and thought to myself, "surely I didn't actually join them, I'm sure I was only thinking about it!