8-Heaven

It's cold where I'm from, summer, winter, fall, spring. All year, the same coldness haunted my town. Today is different though, I'm not in my town, I'm far, so far away from anything I know. And yet, everything is so familiar, it's like an orphan meeting with their lost father after five  years of his disappearance. You just know this is where you were born to be inhabiting. The perfect house, the perfect family, all those seem so trivial in the eye of what I could now see. A perfect world. I felt myself being lifted and thrust forward over a huge city that stretched as far as I could see. I grew farther and farther away, lifted into the atmosphere, but I was not afraid, I was held by an invisible hand, the city was huge, the size of what we had once envisioned as a big continent in North America. As I slipped into the atmosphere, the darkness of space rippled around me and I felt myself being transported into a new place. It was a kingdom of shining light, everything was a compose of a series of colors that I had never seen before in all my time on the earth. New spectrums of light, sounds that before I had never been able to hear, and the sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies being cooked only even better. The overloading of the senses was intoxicating. Angels flew in and out of the shining palace on errands for the mighty king. One flew toward me and escorted me to the throne room.
"My son," his face was once light but now I could see all that belonged their as attributed in the Bible. Justice, peace, love, truth, kindness, and so much more. I bowed down before him and he raised my chin and stared into my eyes and repeated, "My Son."

7-Food

Poetry from yours truly:
(who is yours truly? I'm still wondering from that letter I got from my Grandma last year.)

You are so angelic,
I can see your Halo,
On the TV screen,
next to your eaten wings,
and spilled Mountain Dew.
You are such a slob,
Why don't you go get a job?
Get off your lazy butt,
Or I'll use that cattle prong
I got from my weird uncle with a happy birthday song
Oh dear, now you're zapped,
Why don't you get up instead of taking a nap?
Woops, I didn't mean to do that
The power changed to 10 when I sat.
Oh well, Joey is dead,
Toss him in a river before you go to bed.
Look at the one last wing,
contemplate a hard days work,
and take a bite and kill some aliens.
And so the cycle goes on.

6-Break Away

"Are you kidding me? They turned off the power grid?" The lieutenant yelled at his captain.

"'Fraid so sir, there's nothing we can do about it. They have us boxed in." The gruff man had grizzled chin hair from camping out in the building for a couple of days.

"Whatever moron told me zombies were stupid is going to pay if I make it out of this" Lieutenant Harvey said to himself." The cadet next to him winced in a very real proposition of pain.

The door opposite them was closed. The windows were dark, and all one could hear was the distant moan of a hundred infected men. 

Then all life exploded in a cacophony of crashs. The window pains simultaneously exploded into the form of zombies coming through them, while the door burst open with glowing rings appearing at head level. Gun fire filled both. However, the zombies weren't to be stopped that easily. They continued rushing in until eventually a couple of them got close. Down went one man, and another. The cadet who had been wincing a the future pain of Harvey, lost all prospects of punishment in the jolt of a mouth biting him.

Eventually they stopped, and all that was left was four men. Harvey glanced at the four men, men of virtue, valiance and honor. "C'mone boys. Let's go out with a bang."

5- Seeking Solace

I went high. You were there. I went low. You were there.
"I just want to be alone!" I yelled up at the mountains, and all I got in reply was the sound of my voice and a subtle message. Rain. Green mountains surrounded me in plush color that any other artist would truly appreciate. The sound of the light rainfall followed me everywhere, I couldn't hide from it, I couldn't escape from it. I'd always loved the sound of rain, now it was torment. I broke down right there, kneeled on edge of the stony cave I had found, and began to weep. I wept, and wept, and kept crying. Eventually, the storm inside of me rolled away and dissipated, and with it, the storm outside. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and slowly rose into the arms of my friend Dustin.
He followed me here, all the way up those winding muddy trails, even after I told him off like an idiot.
My mind slowly reeled at the discovery of a friend near me. I thought I wanted to be alone... Yet he cared enough to come find me.
"He cared enough, not to leave me alone." I told Dustin.
"I know," said Dustin, "I know."

4-Dark

Darkness is a friend to some, and a deep enemy to others. Mariano had learned this over the years, how to make himself melt away into it, or to use to reappear across the room. Darkness was a close friend, and one that he dare not betray. That is what brought him here, he was driven by darkness, it was slowly draining away his control, until soon he would be nothing, nothing but the darkness that he had found so comforting. He pulled out his loaded pistol, and shifted through the shadows. The house was dull, white walls, brown furniture, old lamps. Most surely it was the home of an elderly person, but he didn't care, he was being driven by the darkness. He heard a door crack open, and he instantly stilled. A older man, probably of the age of seventy, though seeming remarkably healthy walked through the hall, right past him. He slowly reached down, drew his pistol and aimed it non-chalantly at the back of the man's head. It was so easy, just the pull of the trigger, and he could melt all the deeper into his friend, and hide amongst him like a bird among bushes. It would not accept him, if he did not continue to serve its will. He felt his finger on the cold trigger slowly begin to squeeze, pushing the life out of the old man. Until he was hit by visions. He saw a fountain of blood, the man rising out of it, basking in it. He slowly raised himself out of it, and began to crawl toward Mariano, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Mariano froze, and felt the gun begin to slip from his grip, "What have I become?" and collapsed on the floor.
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"Is he alright?" Jerry asked, pointing to where the man now known as Mariano lay on a hospital bed.
The doctor looked at him, "I'm afraid not, something, we can't figure out what, seems to be stifling his breathing. It happens in the night, and we are afraid he could be near the end."
The room began to darken as the Texan sun set over the horizon. They watched for a little bit, watching the near murderer, or at least as far as they knew. The sun set across the room, in beautiful spectrum colors, but when it disappeared, the man began to convulse.
"CODE RED! CODE RED!" The doctor yelled as he ran to the man. Just then, and the man went still, the doctor felt his pulse.
"He's dead."

3-Light

"Get that headlamp out of eyes would ya!" The head of the construction project yelled at the man who kept turning around. He instantly swiveled forward and fixed his gaze forward. The group projected light all over the cavern, a simple comfort in a dark place. Then the rumbling began, they all knew what was happening, they knew a collapse when they heard one. They all did what they could, they collapsed on the ground, and prayed for their lives.
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The men sat about, it had been a couple of days, they had somehow survived in a pocket of rock, with air coming through the cracks. They had nothing they could do to get out, except wait for someone, someone who may never be coming. All the men had was hope, it was they lived by at this point, the hope of seeing their family and friends. The headlights that had been their friends before, was now their life essence. But slowly, one by one, the lights had gone out, until only one was left. Now, this was the time. The light had flickered, and the men feared for hope, and then it went black...
A distant rumble echoed through the rubble, and hope was renewed with the sign of new light.

2- Love

Love is not what I used to think it was. I used to think of hippies dressed up in bright colors, with picket signs and peace symbols. It was a virtue, and attribute, something that is shown between two lovers. Now it is so much more.

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"You were born to die." The man told me, with his face in a grim frown.

"To die?"

"To die."

"What purpose is that? I refuse to die, for I don't see any reason why I should." I stared back at the man who had so calmly pronounced my fate.

"Can't you see? It is only through your death that peace and love can be found. In your death, regrets will be found, people will see faults, and it will make all the difference." He shifted in his chair, and reclined in a ah-la-mode position.

My heart raced, "But I still don't want to die sir."

"Sorry, but that's how it always has been planned."

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Life? Did I dream of it before. I see now that I never had anything like it. My life was led to slaughter, peace is unachievable, except through sacrifice. I now cast myself off the building as a peace activist, but no one will know that when they find me dead.