Friday, 27 April 2012

Terror Scribes Teaser 20: Chris Kelso

I look at Deborah in her frock, standing awkwardly with both feet crushed into tight stilettos. Her hair cascading in ringlets, eyes gaping like looking fish, blood smeared all over her crooked little mouth like treacle . . .

You know the story . . . you’re walking into your local newsagents for some Winegums and a packet of Golden Wonder crisps, when BOOM—an unknown virus hits your town turning everyone around you into slobbering, brain hungry reanimated corpses . . .

I know, I know, we’ve all been there, but how did you cope?

If you—

A)     headed towards your nearest rooftop/government army quarantine base and held out until the virus was properly contained

B)     obtained an extra 40-round magazine for your Glock handgun


C)     killed yourself

—Then chances are you dealt with the zombie holocaust as effectively as possible and maintained some glimmer of your precious humanity in the process(for a while at least). If you do fall into this category of people then I must congratulate you (congratulations!). But if you’re one of those rare people like me who tried reasoning with your recently infected loved ones, then chances are you wound up in the same situation that I’ve found myself in . . . shuffling through the streets as a bloody zombie yourself!

First thing’s first though—I don’t want you to think this is a Romero-style epidemic here. By this I mean that I’m not using zombies as a metaphor for the repression of bourgeois American society or as nuanced symbolism pertaining to the Cold War or even as a flimsy social commentary regarding consumerism. No, no . . .

This is me writing about my life living amongst the brain-dead AS one of them.

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