The zombie outbreak started 2 years ago now you find yourself cornered by a decaying zombie when you do the unthinkable and bite it first when it falls to the floor and grows its skin back and sits up and asks what is going on
You’re a mystic who runs a shop full of mysterious artifacts and potions and you’re sick of uninformed middle-aged suburban moms asking for energy crystals and herbal weight-loss mixtures while throwing around made-up terms.
When a middle-aged woman rolled into my shop and told me she
was looking for ichor, I didn’t think much of it at first.
You get all kinds in a shop like mine, and doubly so when
you put up the right signs on your door.
The signs that let certain kinds of people know they’re welcome, not
just the collectors or the curious or the new age mystics, looking for this
root or that crystal or wanting to gawk at a jar of old bones, but the less
innocuous individuals as well. The kind
who mean business when they come looking for their… less run-of-the-mill
specialities.
I was watching one of the newer music videos by Kerli-having only just discovered she was still making them, and found this! and I thought to myself, “Goodness if that’s not Ghilan’nin.” I thought I might share it with you and see what you thought!
You have the ability to freeze time. When you do, everyone freezes as well. One day, you freeze time, and out the window, you see a girl moving around, astounded and confused. Then, she sees you..
It is the year 3001. You are a digital archaeologist responsible for digging up old data from the forgotten parts of the internet from years ago. You stumble upon a prompt blog from the early twenty-first century. Scrolling through it, you stumble upon a single post that has not a single note in the middle of a flourishing archive of prompts. It simply says, “We have been waiting for you, Amigo. (:”.
“That’s strange.”
You scroll through the thousands of other posts on the blog, each with thousands of notes. It was a fairly consistent pattern, although some were obviously more popular than others.
Why was this last one different?
You stare at the words again, trying to make sense of the lack of notes.
“We have been waiting for you, Amigo (:”
Deep inside you feel a tug of regret. From reading through the blog you can see the obvious friendship between the group known as “the Amigos.” A small part of you wishes that the message was for you. You look around your empty room with a sigh. It just was not meant to be.
With a grin you reach out to tap the “like” button. The small notation of “1 note” appears briefly, but then fades away.
“Strange…” you try to click it again, but before you do everything fades to black.
…
You wake up in a brightly colored room. There are thousands of people grouped together, talking, laughing, joking around. One person stands in front of them all, holding a hand out to you with a bright smile.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do Mr Bond. I’m going to stick you in a spacesuit with a radio, and strap you into one of my cars. Then, while mankind watches, I’ll launch you into space. The last thing you’ll hear before leaving this earth forever, will be their applause.”
