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bumfool · 2 years ago

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hello this is my total list of band names which i started keeping track of in uhh

silly brain thing

puddle of dust

new phobia

dog smell

hello monkey

monkey defense league

gnome child

sex men

look at this cool bug

a little blood

water hog

chilado moledo

wak

moon monkey

shakara

ashkelon

me you storm drain

when the water isn’t clear

dog child

spider tree

ratboy

kingfisher

the hole thing

hadio red

yucky yuck yuck

macramé

we came flying from heavenly worlds

long bob

penis patrol

bucket brigade

stick on fire

tumor tits

earth defense group

bad dream brigade

cat haus

frick sniffer

silly boy

nothing castle

the pareidolics

the miceketeers

bonobo brigade

weird arpeggi fish

billy pilgrim

item nine

el harvey

feline groovy

honey mustard

better than water

gulliver’s girdle

moon bloom

actual flower

the most gigantic

lying mouth

wall of ice

worm buffet

bluku oktan

ricecake

bull sperm

western pleasures

twiggy barlow

letters to abigail

the hat men

punji pit

cockroach prom

cadaver synod

chromatophore

musa velutina

father gunstore

hobo house

woodlouse

slan shack

phantom hand

wisconsin wolfman

aswang

the globster

hunger stone

grazguul thrakka

shudder head

judas hole

repo men

human bean

the julia chord

cosmic sausage

beyond sausage

ilumina

survivor worm

volcanson

god sent the palatine back

ghostly schooner

night clear, sea calm

drive until doomsday

bouteille

mary and the celestes

suicide tuesdays

ballzords

along the coast road

apportioned for foxes

another long walk

nice pen. it’s not a pen anymore

calaguala

pseudodeath

the LD50s

ataraxis

the earth dies screaming

the inseminoids

soft option

donna perola

the gumptions

primordial fungus

protofungus

thick cut bacon band

shaman fraud

fradulent shamans

the chlorindas

the fresnos

saqqara

as chiapas

mop water

the big machine

hexalog

pseudocide

government job

yarn chickn

stiff breeze

we should talk

subproject 3

no. 56 dipper / number 56 dipper

compass moon

no such luck

slop taco

sloppo

cindy the skull

purgatory creek

pig irons

cudbrain

milkweed monster

tulpa florida

denim crown

anna i miss you

the flakes

sugar urine disease

the true story of your death

broken stairway

divine disorder

the crimson hexagon

the senseless perditions

axaxaxas mlö

the plaster cramp

ireneo funes

bliss st.

we’re probably okay

under contract

clodhoppers

black oats

disgusting decrepit rat

saint fungus

hog chariot

enuma elish

akasha

dog in water

pain free prozac experience

no wild dog or fear

old goat skull

great land, house of shades

beneath earth

billenia

gordon through the door

monoxide blue

tiger mask

texas mack

vast poodle

ob dixilis

very velvet

myriagon

fallen glass

chronic wasting disease

seabirds

dozens of ships

moribund understanding

branching of road

safer smoking

pearl sugar

citrus psyllids

napalm stars

carnivorous deep-sea sponge

asterion

rat regrets

electromeat

dumpster cat

willowbush

moon monkey

frogspawn

laïs

asrar nama

zahir (shadow of the rose)

lulu breaks your heart

fungal disease

qaholom

panthalassa

hagstone

stonetops

waxman hides honey sticks on the fridgetop

trash and food

nightswimming

the inca doves

seeds from dead tomatoes

seeds from dead fruit

dreaming bad dreams

lönnrot

camel caboose

sixteen thousand

holding toads

droopy moon

moth brother

cecropia

perpetualcombustion

souvenir society

cages for mutants

mixednuts

pakistani tekken

the film rips

the parallax view

robot subplot

red super bomb

tracing stains

pearlesaint

saint pearl

something sinister

bone bag

#bumfool blathers #sorry for the length #but #i’m a drummer so if anyone wants to start a band

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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Do you have any tan lines? Nope. Have you ever wished you could stop time? Yes. I’ve also wished I could speed it up. Is there any pictures on the wall you're in? Yeah, there’s several. Who was the last person who called you? My mom. Did you make any money today? No.

Have you ever fallen and twisted your ankle? No. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I haven’t jumped from anywhere. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? No. Ever been so unfortunate to slip on wet rocks? Nope. When was the last time you got completely soaked by rain? It’s been a long time. One of the times that comes to mind is when my mom, aunt, a former friend, and I were at an outdoor festival and we got caught in an unexpected rain storm. It just started pouring down hard and we were not prepared at all. We had to run back to our car, which was parked a good distance away and yeah we were absolutely soaked.

Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I’d love to be able to book a beach vacation getaway. Would you ever consider culinary school? No. I’m not a cook and have no interest in trying to become one. Do you ever watch the clouds, to see if they look like objects/animals etc? I did when I was a kid sometimes. When was the last time you didn't want to get out of bed? That’s me everyday. It’s a real struggle. Are you excited for anything coming up in the near future? No. My foreseeable future consists of more doctors and appointments and struggles and spending most of my time in bed. Speaking of dancing, do you know any real dance moves? I know them, but I can’t do them. Do you save cards from your birthday/x-mas, etc? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? A shirt. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? One of my favorite covers is Adele’s cover of George Michael’s “Fast Love” that she preformed at an award show in honor of him after he died. I can only describe it as hauntingly beautiful. I really wish she would have released a studio version of it. When was the last time you printed something off? I don’t recall; it’s been awhile. Are you one of those people who can learn music/songs by ear? No, I wish. There was a guy in my piano class I took my senior year in high school that could do that. It was really cool. Has the power gone out recently? No, but I have a feeling it will happen soon. It always does when we have a lot of triple digit degree weather, which is what this week has consisted of. Do you like driving at night? I don’t drive, but I like nighttime drives. Like, whenever I travel I love leaving really early when it’s still dark out. It’s a different experience. Does seeing roadkill make you sad, or just grossed out? Both. Does wearing heels make you feel sexier? I don’t wear heels. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? The piano can sound that way. What day do you go back to school (if you're in school)? I’m forever done with school. When was the last time you've gone shopping with a friend? It’s been a few years. Do you ever go out to dinner with your Mom? We haven’t physically gone out to eat for dinner in quite a long time. What is your favorite kind of salad dressing? Ranch. Have you ever bought fireworks? Not me personlly, but my dad and brother do every 4th of July. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Sometimes, but I ultimately decide if I want to see it or not. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Sure. Who was the last person/website to send you an email? I don’t feel like checking. Has your phone ever rang and scared you? Yeah. I’m such a jumpy person anyway. If you have a cat, does it ever "converse" with you? I don’t have a cat. If given the chance, would you ever fly in a fighter plane like the F-16? No. Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? Uh, YES. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? No. Do you support the funds designed to protect endangered animals? (Like WWF). I haven’t done much myself to support them, but I’m glad they exist. What type of a drunk are you? (Obnoxious, calm, emotional, violent, etc) I was a chatty drunk. I feel like I was annoying, ha. I was also the sad drunk. Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? I love the name Alexander. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? Uhh, depends. If you're not already, when do you plan on getting married? I don’t want to get married. Can you tolerate the smell of cigarette smoke? Nooo. It honestly makes me sick, like I get lightheaded and dizzy, I get nauseous, and I get a really bad headache. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? I sometimes tap my fingers and hands. Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? No. Was there something that "made your day" today? It literally just turned midnight, so today is just now starting. Do you have a favorite kind of chocolate bar? White chocolate. Are you happy that it's summer? Ugh, no. It’s hot and miserable. Is there anything that you should be doing right now? I’m about to make my nightly bowl of ramen. Has anyone had expectations that you just couldn't live up to? (finishing this a couple hours later...) That’s how I’ve been feeling. Are you currently in a relationship? If so, how long have you been dating? Nope. Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? Nah. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Wow, this question makes it seem like they’re so futuristic and rare lol. Yes, I use electric toothbrushes. Are you or anyone you know devoted to "being green"? Not overly so, no. When it comes election time, do you vote (if you're old enough)? Yes. What was the last movie you watched that was on TV? I watched Fear 1994 on Netflix recently if that counts. How long have you had an account on bzoink? I don’t have an account on bzoink. Do strapless bras work for you? I don’t like them. I only wear them if I have to, like with a dress. Do you have a favorite hair elastic that you use almost always? No. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/ were planning on it/etc? No. When you were younger, did you have a yoyo? I did. I couldn’t do any tricks, though. What was the last video game you played, if any? Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Has anyone ever called you nerdy? Yeah. Have you ever had to call 911? Yes. Has there ever been a tornado near where you live? No, fortunately. Are you a rollercoaster addict? Noo. I’m a big scardy cat. Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? No. I’m very self-conscious about my legs. About my body in general, really. If you have iTunes, do you find the Genius recommendations helpful? I don’t even recall what that is; I haven’t used iTunes in almost 10 years. Are you quick at looking up numbers in phonebooks/ words in dictionaries? Phonebooks, wow. I haven’t used a phonebook or actual dictionary in yearsssss thanks to the Internet/Google. Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) Lucille Ball. Out of Biology, Chemistry and Physics, which are you the best at? None of those. Is there a friend you can always talk to about anything? I don’t have any friends. Can you stand spicy foods? Not anymore. :( It’s gotta have like barely anything like McDonald’s or Taco Bell mild hot sauce type of stuff. It’s wild because I used to be obSESSED with spicy food. I put hot sauce on everything and had a high spicy tolerance. Then a few years ago I developed a sensitivity and I can’t even have red pepper flakes now. It sucks. What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? Hey, do what you want. I’ll admit the really stretched out lobes freak me out, though. Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? To me they can be either one, it just depends. What is your school mascot? -- Do you find black and white photos to be pretty? Yeah. Food you make doesn't taste as good as food made by others, true? Sometimes. Especially foods like sandwiches for some reason. I think they’re way better when my mom or a deli makes them. Is there a certain color that doesn't look good on you? I don’t think I look good in anything, so. Have you ever heard anything interesting about Nova Scotia, Canada? Not that I can recall. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No, thankfully. Do you know when you will get to see your significant other next? I’m single. What's the book you're currently reading? ”Such a Good Girl” by Willow Rose. Is your room currently a disaster? No. If going to a concert, do you prefer it to be outside or in a stadium? Definitely in a stadium.

Do you have a case for your camera? I use the camera on my phone, which I do have a case for. Can your cellphone take a beating? I’ve dropped it a few times and so far so good. Is there a month you prefer over others? October and December. Do you ever buy lottery tickets? Just a couple of times. Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? A Clockwork Orange is one. Are you more of a tape or a glue person? Tape. Of course, it does depend on what I’m doing. In some cases, glue is the better option. Has anyone you know gotten mono? Not that I know of. What is/or was your graduating year? I graduated UC in 2015. Have you had a weird dream lately? All my dreams are weird. Have you ever gotten an autograph from someone famous? Yes. Do you own a pair of slippers? No. Do you ever watch VHS movies anymore? No. I don’t even recall the last time. Has your computer ever decided to completely erase itself? No, but I’ve lost stuff because of viruses back in the day. :(

Only when the power goes out do we realize how much we rely on it, true? It definitely becomes quite apparent quite quickly. Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? No. Can you say yes / no in different languages? ”Si” and “No”, ha. Are you good at styling your own hair? No. Especially not anymore since I just don’t have the motivation or energy to do anything with my hair, which is why it was always up in a bun. I finally just cut it really short and have been wearing a cute wig if I go somewhere cause that’s all I can to do right now. I am sad, though. It was so long. Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? The Scarlett Witch and Iron Man. What color is the shirt you're wearing right now? Black. Have you ever been lost? Physically and figuratively, yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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ihsanxdemirci · 3 years ago

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i h s a n d e m i r c i

bio / dossier / connections / muse

BASICS :

FULL NAME : ihsan demirci

AGE : thirty

BIRTHDATE : april 13

GENDER ID : cis man

PRONOUNS : he / his

OCCUPATION : army infantry; tactical linguist

CURRENT LOCATION : salem, massachusetts

LANGUAGES : english, turkish, arabic

PHYSICAL :

FACECLAIM : alp navruz

HEIGHT : 185cm / 6'1"

WEIGHT : 80kg / 176lbs

BUILD : athletic

DOMINANT HAND : left

HAIR : black; messy curls; too long

EYES : hazel; gold flakes

FACIAL HAIR : always stubbled

VOICE : soft gravel; tempered; subtle turkish accent

LIFESTYLE :

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS : currently residing alone in his family home, attempting to clean and organize his parent’s belongings, very little of his personality is present, but does keep candles lit when he’s there ( enjoys vanilla and cinnamon ). keeps things neat and orderly, there is still far too much clutter for his liking.

DIET : balanced, enjoys spices and strong flavors, doesn’t understand sushi. cooks very well, primarily turkish / middle eastern style cuisine. taco bell is his favorite restaurant ( and yes, is convinced it counts as a restaurant. ) chocolate and anything with lots of cinnamon are his favorite sweets.

CLOTHING STYLE : comfortable and practical. jeans, t-shirts, sweaters; enjoys texture and earthy colors. dislikes being cold, so often layered. rarely wears accessories.

HOBBIES : the violin

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : homosexual

DRUG USE : no

SMOKING : no

ALCOHOL : occasionally, socially

BIOGRAPHY :

trigger warnings: homophobia, alcoholism, abuse, violence, war, ptsd, parental death

Ihsan's parents immigrated to the United States from Ankara, Turkey shortly after marrying in their early twenties. His father enlisted in the army, while his mother found her passion in teaching private violin lessons and performing with local orchestras. Between his deployments, the couple moved around quite a bit as his orders required until, after some difficultly conciving, they finally became pregnant with who would be their first and only child. The decision was made to settle into Salem, wanting to give their son as stable a life as possible without all of the moving around required by the military. Because his father would continue to deploy while Ihsan was very young, he was primarily raised by his mother. Early on, Ihsan was a happy child, bright and friendly, with hardly a care in the world while attending school, playing with his neiborhood friends, and learning the same love for the violin that his mother had.

However, when he was thirteen years old, everything changed for the family after his father was hurt in a conflict overseas, and the army had to make the decision to medically retire him. Losing his career and the only way of life he'd known was a devastating blow to his father, and to cope with the loss he turned to whiskey to numb his anger and depression. With nothing else to occupy himself with, and in chronic pain from his injuries, his father's focus turned a critical eye to his son and the way he was developing. While there was a lot to be proud of, Ihsan was, in his opinion, too soft; he played no sports, preferred to spend his free time with books and music, and had close to nothing in common with his old man. His father's sudden and often times overbearing involvement in Ihsan's hobbies sparked heated arguments between his parents, often resulting in slammed doors and broken glass; at one point, Ihsan even recalls the local police being called, as the neighbors feared their fighting had escalated into violence.

Ihsan, feeling responsible for his parent's disagreements, tried to placate his father by beginning to show interest in sports at school, signing up for jiu jitsu lessons, and going with him to the gun range to learn how to shoot. For a time, it worked, and it appeared as though they'd all found a way to live within their new normal at last.

That is, until a rumor found it's way to his father that Ihsan was seen kissing another boy in the parking lot after a school dance. When he got home that night and curled into bed, his lungs rattled with the pain of his father's disapproval and his split lip stained his pillow with blood, his father's liquor-scented voice growling on repeat in his head, "no son of mine..."

In time, Ihsan was able to convince his father that it all had been a misunderstanding. A lesson, hard learned, that in order to keep the peace in his family, he would have to carefully navigate his own life, to wear a mask and keep secret the parts of himself that would set off his father's temper. This façade of his became a routine that followed Ihsan even after graduation, when he felt he'd met the love of his life; Milo Boone. But what he'd used to protect himself all these years was the very same thing that drove Milo to eventually have to end things between them, Ihsan's insistence on living in secrecy suffocating Milo's own vibrant truth.

Heartbroken and entirely without direction, Ihsan decided to chase his father's footsteps and enlisted into the army. He wanted out of Salem, and away from everything that reminded him of his own failures and cowardice, to run from his perpetual knack for disappointing those around him. He joined the infantry, and was trained as a specialist in tactical linguistics, being already fluent in english, turkish, and arabic. Ihsan threw himself into his career, signing into back to back contracts and forcing himself to stay as busy as possible. So much so that when the news his mother had died in a car accident, he was unable to get home in time to even attend her funeral.

Years passed in a repetitive blur of deployments and combat, and just as his contract is due to expire, he gets word that his father had fallen critically ill; his years of drinking ( which worsened after the death of his wife ) had finally caught up with him. Ihsan, planning to return home to care for him, in a final let down, didn't make it in time for him, either. Rather than being at his father's side in his remaining days, he finds himself at his graveside instead.

Ihsan is currently living again in his childhood home as he takes some time to organize his parent's things and figure out what to do with himself next. Part of him is considering returning to the military, but with that thought comes a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach as another part of him insists that, for now at least, Salem is where he needs to be in to try and reacquaint himself with the person he'd been meant to be all along. Beyond figuring out his future, Ihsan struggles with his past; his time in the army leaving perpetual dark circles beneath his eyes as sleep evades him, cut short by nightmares of combat, loud noises jarring him wide awake in the middle of the night.

#x. 𝐈𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐈 : 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 .#srphqintro

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m4g0rtz · 1 year ago

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Today's polish combo is one I've been looking forward to wearing for a while now! There is an olive green cream topped with a multichrome flakey topper. The cream on its own was beautiful, but I really loved the combo with the topper. There are just so many fall colors packed into that topper. I can't wait to try it over different colors. This combo also looked fantastic matte. This is Fallen Flake Taco over Not Pressed both from Holo Taco.

#nail polish 371 #manicure #holo taco #not pressed #fallen flake taco #flakey #topper #matte #green

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adamsvanrhijn · 3 months ago

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mid-september nails

jelly sandwich of l.a. colors ghosted & holo taco fallen flake

#queue tag #nails tag

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aleekandahead · 7 years ago

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Fish Taco Salads with Mango Black Bean Salsa

Since finals week ended--you know, nearly 8 weeks ago--I've been meaning to get back into posting about the amazing meals we make each week. But to do that, we would need to make amazing meals. Don't get me wrong, there have been a few. But not the weekly event that is typically our meal prep. Without a class schedule, my life has fallen to shambles. I stay up past 10, drink wine on weekdays, and am only about 70% sure of the date on any given day. Ah, the bliss of summer. This week, however, I told C I wanted to meal prep. My true motivation? My mom made this amazing mango bean salsa when I went home a few days ago; I knew C would love it, but I don't like picking cilantro. Fortunately, C is a cilantro-picking pro, and agreed to cook with me on one condition: I must blog about it. So here I am! After a brief--ok, more than brief--hiatus, we bring you..*drumroll*..fish taco salads with mango bean salsa. And it's so, so good. Especially the cilantro.

Fish Taco Salad

Recipe inspired by Neighbor Food and Pinch of Yum

1 T chili powder

1 T cumin

1/2 tsp cayenne pepper

3-4 tilapia filets, or fish of your choice

2 cloves minced garlic

Olive oil

1. Preheat your oven to 375. Mix spices together in a bowel and sprinkle evenly over both sides of the fish in a large Pyrex dish. Rub the spices in. We added all of the spices, but feel free to add less.

2. In a small pan, heat a drizzle of oil. Saute the garlic for 1-2 minutes, or, like I did, just burn it. It's fine. Top the fish evenly with the garlic and oil.

3. Cover the dish with foil and bake for 15 minutes. Then, uncover and bake for another 5 minutes. Check the middle for doneness; the fish should be white--not translucent--and flake easily.

4. Let the tilapia cool. Meanwhile, prepare a salad with toppings of your choosing. We chopped romaine and topped it with pico de gallo, corn, black beans, jalapenos, cilantro and red bell peppers. You may also choose to add sour cream, guacamole, or shredded cheese.

5. Drizzle with Sriracha Lime Dressing and enjoy!

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wannabeelf · 1 year ago

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This week's nail art is a do over.

I couldn't think of anything to do this week, so I just repeated what I did the week before last with a different base color and one coat less of Fallen Flake Taco. I like the new base color so much that I almost wish I hadn't done the stamping so more of it would be visible.

Polishes used:

OPI Natural nail base coat

essie - lights down, music up

Holo Taco - Fallen Flake Taco

Twinkled T Stamping Polish - Liquid Gold

Holo Taco - Glossy Taco™

Also used:

Pueen Theme Park Collection - Secret Garden 01

#nail art #nail stamping

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longlivetv · 4 months ago

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holo taco anon back again! i'm also eyeing ivy league, ivory tower, devil's advocate and head hunter! what are some of your favorite shades from the brand itself? every fall i think about buying the matte top coat because i love the velvet-esque finish it gives to the darker shades but haven't actually done it yet

I wear Red Licorice the most by far, as a fan of two sports teams with red as a color and also Christmas. I love High Tea Hibiscus for a creme, literally all of the teals, Berry Me In Holo, and the original Zyler glitter. For toppers I love Disco Dust, Fallen Flake, Aurora Unicorn Skin, Polar Princess, and of course, Everything Taco. I love using matte taco over a unicorn skin, I think that’s a fun look.

#sorry i got busy at work yesterday #there are so many more I love

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lazstoryon-blog · 7 years ago

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Part One:The Survivor

Gore warning: There’s a lot of disturbing imagery in this part, just as a heads up.

Additionally, If you don’t like swearing, there’s a little bit of that as well.

Part One: The Survivor

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Man, I don’t know. I want to get my GED soon. I hope.”

“What about college.”

“I don’t know.”

Two girls lay face up on a slant roof, gazing up at the stars and the husky yellow moon. One was wearing Dark green grad robes, her cap stuck between her hair and the roof slats. The other lay in a sweatshirt and shorts, and her face was covered to her nose by a large black beanie. One had just graduated high school, and the other was a dropout.

Kay Boettcher was 19 years old, and she had failed algebra two. Twice. She worked for taco time, and could not drive yet, but she was working on it. She hadn’t thought much about her future. And what few plans she had made were about to be overturned.

The girls lay, hand in hand, taking in the warm california night, and the time they had together. Both of them knew everything was about to change, but both wanted to hold on as long as they could.

“Hey, Olivia?” Kay kept her beanie on so her best friend couldnt see how red and wet her eyes were.

“Yes?” Olivia smiled, revealing dimples on one side of her face.

“Don't forget me when you’re famous.”

“Ha! I won’t.”

✧

Kay thought her melancholy would last forever. She lay on the couch, wrapped in a blankie, with her eyes covered by the beanie, as per usual. Her mom was yelling about something in the other room, and the tiny TV was broadcasting the hospital story again. How long had they played that same story? She didn’t know. Sighing, she sank deeper into her blanket burrito, wishing she could disappear.

Then, the doorbell rang. Her mom ceased yelling into her cell and went to get it.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, ma’am.” It was a man with a deep, marbled voice.

“You a solicitor?”

“No, I’m here doing a survey for the neighborhood. I work for the local government.”

“Not interested.”

“Ma’am, this survey is mandatory.”

Kay snickered as her mother made an audible groan.

“How many people live here?”

“Two, me and my daughter.”

“Where is she? In school?”

“No, she’s inside, laying on the couch.”

“Laying on the couch? Is she sick?”

“No, she’s just tired. Right Kay?” Her mom screeched.

“Yeah!” Kay returned.

“Excellent.” The man continued, without pause. “Which water company supplies your house?”

Kay pulled the beanie over her ears. In the partial silence, she could just barely hear the chatter of the tv, and the muted voices of the conversation by the door. Feeling her mind slip into sleep, Kay let her body go limp. The darkness was coming back…

“KAY, GET UP!”

“KAY!”

“K-”

“...mrgphf.” Kay groaned as life came back to her. Sliding up the beanie, she sat up on the couch. She looked towards the tv, seeing that it had become static. The air was stiff and cold on her short top. Her mom had undoubtedly left the window open again. “Mum?” Kay whispered. She stood up, shaking off the nausea. “You asleep?”

Dead silence.

“Seriously?” Nothing. She strolled around the quiet house, whistling to herself. She reached the porch area, finding the door open to the night. That was a bit odd. “Mum?” she whispered. “You asleep on the porch?” She popped her head out of the door frame, seeing no one on the porch. However, a few feet away, a man in a green vest stood in the yard, facing the street. Kay could not see his face in the dark.

She closed the door immediately. She set both locks, and gave one more frantic look around the house. “Mom, there’s a stranger in our yard!” Inhaling sharply, she flicked the light on, and ran towards the back of the house. She dashed up the stairs and flung open the door to her moms bedroom. There was no one in the bed, or in the bathroom. She opened the hall bathroom door. No one. She opened the door to her bedroom. Empty again. Racing down the stairs once more, she entered the garage, finding it pitch black, and empty.

Kay paced back and forth in the living room. She had to calm down. Her mom was probably just out for drinks. Out for drinks at 4 am… She bit her thumbnail a few times, pondering her next move. She walked to the laundry room door, throwing it open. The iron board was flipped out, and the iron sat still plugged in to the wall, giving off steam.

Thump.

Kay spun to face the door, heart pounding. She crept up to the door, and peered out through the eyehole. Outside was the man in the green vest. His body was pressed up against the door, and his head was tilted up to the peephole. His eyes were gone. Black and empty, like two dark pits on his head.

“Oh… ah.” Kay fell back.

Thump. The man slammed his body against the door. Thump.

She heard him groan through the door.

“Jesus.” she whispered. Spinning around, she ran up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door, locking it, and dove into her bed. She could still hear the thumping in the background. It was softer now, but still very much there.

“It's a bad dream.” she smiled, pulling the covers over her face. “It’s a bad dream.” She lay perfectly still, listening to the sound of her breathing and quickly beating heart.

“It’s a bad dream.”

✧

Morning had come, but the dream was far from over. Kay had laid awake all night, hungry, tired, and scared out of her wits. She could hear the thumping for hours, until finally, it had stopped. She slipped out of bed, unlocking her door silently. She tiptoed into the hall, and stepped down the stairs, shaking from hunger and dehydration. She went to the door, and took a look out the peephole. The man from the night before was gone. Sighing, she stepped away from the door. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a nice big glass of juice, and sat at the tiny table, looking outside to the empty street. It was a nice sunny morning. Then, she grabbed the landline phone from it’s charger, and dialed her mother's number.

[Your call could not be connected] The robotic voice declared.

She dialed Olivia.

[Your call could not be connected.]

What was going on?

She sucked down the rest of her OJ and stood. She’d have to walk to her mom’s office for some answers. She checked the peephole again to make sure the coast was clear. After a few minutes, the door was unlocked, and she stepped out into the sunlight. She looked around, then froze when she saw the man in the green vest, standing beside her. He’d been just outside the view of the peephole.

The dead eyed man launched himself forward onto her, opening his mouth, and clamping it down on her right arm.

She shouted and screamed as both of them fell to the ground.

“Help!” She thrashed as the man kept chewing. “Help me!” Twisting her torso around, her left arm came up and whipped the man in the face. Going limp, he rolled off of her.

She scrambled to her feet, as the man writhed on the ground. She gritted her teeth, feeling the warm blood trickle down her arm.The man moaned, and with her left leg, she stomped on his head. The man’s face collided with the concrete, muffling his groans and knocking out his teeth. As he wriggled under her foot, he spread black blood on the entry mat.

In a desperate dash, Kay leapt over the man and back into the house, slamming the door. Then, her arm erupted in a searing pain. She fell to the ground.

She could feel something in the arm, something bad, creeping from its entry point up her arm. She coughed, spitting slobber out onto the floor. She needed to stop this…

“Grammy was always concerned about rattlesnakes. She said when we got bit, we had to take a spike and stab the bite, and suck out all the poison. She said you had to be sure you got it all.”

“That’s disgusting, Kay. Your grandma sounds awesome!”

Kay crawled to the kitchen, and on her knees, grabbed the apple knife off the counter. Gritting her teeth, she turned the knife over in her hand. She could still feel the toxin creeping, and creeping, and then, she plunged the knife into the wound.

Blood, black and thick as honey, poured from the gash. Twisting the arm over, Kay pressed her mouth to the wound. The blood tasted or rot, but she sucked. She kept sucking, until the blood became warm and coppery. She leaned back and spat out the blood onto the floor, coughing and hacking, and twitching all over from the pain. She glanced at the wound. The bite had turned the veins under her skin black, and the blackness was still creeping up the arm. She clamped her mouth down onto her arm again.

After two more spits, The veins had turned back to blue. But the blood kept on spilling out of her arm. With her body convulsing in rapid spasms, she rolled across the floor, aiming for the medicine cabinet. She twitched, and twitched, and her consciousness began to fade out. She sat up, finding herself at the door to the laundry room. She sat against the door, feeling herself going dark. There was nothing around. The blood kept on flowing, and flowing. How much had she lost? Too much. There was nothing she could do…

That was when she saw the iron.

It was still steaming, and plugged into the wall. In a last, deft motion, she yanked the iron off the board by the cord, and let it hit the tired floor. She picked it up, slowly, and with the last of her strength, rammed it into the open wound. After about two seconds, she lifted the iron. Then she pressed again. Her body convulsed one last time, and the iron dropped to the floor, it’s surface hissing and bubbling.

Then, Kay blacked out.

✧

“Uggggghhhhhhhhghagg.”

Everything was a blur. The first thing Kay was aware of was the smell of smoke and burning flesh.

As her eyes came back to reality, she became aware of herself again. She was laying on the floor of the laundry room shaking and sweating all over, and the iron had landed a few feet away. It was covered with burnt flakes of skin. In a stroke of luck, she had fallen on her left side, leaving the wound unopened. And, as her legs had twitched out from under her, they had yanked the iron chord from the wall.

It took copious amounts of energy for her to sit up. She glanced at the wound, fearing the worst. It was no longer bleeding, but it looked terrible. The cauterizing had been successful, searing the wound shut. But parts of it had become pusy and most of the skin was seared dark crimson. After a few minutes of contemplation, she decided to start scooting. She slid on her but out of the laundry room, following the thin trail of blood back to the kitchen. Reaching the fridge, she cracked the door and reached out with her good hand for the OJ carton.

Sitting on the floor in her own blood, Kay chugged the remaining juice from the carton. She felt instantly more alive. Sluggishly, she lowered the carton to her left side. She twisted, wincing from the wound. She stretched out for the water jug, and with a shaking arm, brought the jug into her lap.

She sat, drinking, for about a half an hour. For the first ten minutes, she only had the strength to take a single sip, before the jug would fall back to her lap, and she had to wait for her energy to return. Then, as time passed, she got stronger. Finally, she finished off the rest of the water, and the twitching had reduced to moderate shakes. She cursed her mom for not refilling the fridge. Inside, there were only three items. A stick of butter, A jar of mayo, and a carton of eggs.

Kay knew she was probably still too weak to open the mayo. And plain butter? Hard to say what that would do. She’d read a book some time ago, one about a guy in a plane crash, and in that book, the guy had eaten a raw egg. She didn't think that was such a good idea either. She glanced to her right. The panty looked like it was worlds away. She scooted. Her arm stung.

“Ugh…. Ok. Ok.. Let’s do this…” She scooted a little more. “Owwwwwwww.” Just a little further… almost…

✧

Thump.

Almost four hours had passed since Kay had awoken on the floor. After making it to the pantry, she’d laid into the stored food in ravenous hunger. She’d drank three bottles of water. (And peed her pants twice) She ate three bags of packaged pretzels, two apples, a bag of frito lay scoops, and she’d done her best to chew and swallow an uncooked package of instant ramen.

The sun was beginning to set outside again, and, unnervingly, she could still hear a quiet thumping on her door. The man in the green vest was still outside, waiting for her. Fortunately, he was too stupid to open the unlocked door.

By the time the darkness had set in outside, she’d made it to the bedroom, and found the journal. Now, the journal had her undivided attention. She was right handed, but her left hand writing wasn’t bad since she’d broken an arm in sophmore year. So she sat, leaning up against the bedpost, and wrote.

✧

Hour one of being an anemic wreck. Made it to bedroom and found journal. Still hear dead guy outside. Wound looks better, I got into the laundry and ripped up mums evening dress to make a bandage. I think I tied it right - I remember watching a bit about how to do it on Naked and Afraid. I hope you find this mum. I hope you

Hour nine post bite. I only saw a few episodes of walking dead at olivia’s house, but I’m pretty sure that if the virus symptoms don’t hit you after a few hours, your good. Maybe.

Jesus. Just poured water onto wound. Hurting

Hey its me again. Hour 14 post bite. Sun rising. Dead guy still on porch. Have not slept. Was able to lock door. Will try to get to bathroom.

Hour 20 post bite. Made it off the floor. Standing after a day of sitting down hurts so bad. I have a plan. I need to get to mum at work - It’s only fifteen minutes away walking, and after another day of eating I’ll be strong enough to make it. Now, I realize that I live in the suburbs of LA, meaning that there are probably literally millions of dead guys (Zombies? Walkers?) around. However these things are butt slow. Dead guy on porch takes approx three whole mins to walk from porch to kitchen window. I timed him with kitchen clock.

Day one post bite. Have decided to call dead guys “dead eyes” and these boys can't see shit. Porch guy won’t come to kitchen window unless I pound on it, hard. Decided to walk onto porch while dead guy was at window. Did not see me, but heard door. Stood still, but still knew I was there. Probably can smell me. Took four minutes to walk to porch. His face looks awful.

Hour one after fainting again. Dark outside. Clock no longer working, no idea how much time has passed. Landed on arm and opened wound. Rebandaged after getting into medicine cabinet. Fridge not working. TV dead. Water and power cut off. Using flashlight from utility drawer.

Hour four after faint. Put together kit. More dead eyes outside. Night seems to make them rowdier. Blocked door with table. Wound stopped bleeding, but feeling tired. Will write again soon.

Hour one after waking up after third faint. Day again. Food almost out. Stupid mom forgot to go to Gelsons again. Been watching window - no cars in neighbors driveways, dead eyes from last night gone. Porch guy still there. Will act out plan If I can stay conscious for the next three hours.

✧

Days had passed since ‘the event’ had occurred. Kay stood in the kitchen, preparing herself for her exit. Over the last few hours, the had torn through the house for anything she could find to protect herself. She had put on two pairs of long sweats, three layers of long sleeved shirts, and covered every inch of clothing (Save the joints) with cardboard and duct tape. She hoped it would be bite proof enough. She’d taped up her ugg boots too. While the Dead eye on her porch was preoccupied with chasing a street pigeon, she had made a dash to the side of the house to get her garden gloves.

She had raided the garage as well. The only weapon she was strong enough to lift was the garden shovel. She dug her old school backpack from the depths of the storage bins, and filled it with packs of instant ramen, water bottles, an extra pair of garden gloves, the duct tape, flashlight, her keys, and the journal. She would come back to the house if she could, but once she found her mom, she knew they would need to drive to the country immediately.

Kay stood on her back porch, heart pounding. She hoisted the shovel with both hands, her right side stinging with pain. She huffed and puffed a couple times, then dashed across the sideyard and out onto the street.

The dead eye in the green vest turned to her, mouth open with broken teeth hanging out. He stumbled at her slowly, groaning and reaching out with bruised and bloody hands.

Kay raised the shovel, gasping as her heart thudded against her ribs.

“Sorry man.” She raised the weapon over her head, and launched herself towards her opponent, bringing the shovel tip down onto his skull with a sickening crunch.

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