Saturday, September 3, 2011

Three-Week-Old Chicken

      A chill wind blew constantly, biting at my nose and making my eyes water. It was a horrible scene. All around me lay the mutilated carcasses of an untold number of animals, thoughtlessly strewn among the slowly decaying plant matter. Sometimes they were stacked on top of each other, though it mostly looked like a random pile. On either side, white walls stretch to the top of the cavern. The ground everywhere was perfectly smooth.
      A tickling at the back of my throat reminded me again how very thirsty I was. Surely somewhere nearby there must be something drinkable. My thirst drove me to search even under the animal remains in a vain attempt to find refreshment. Occasionally a waft of pungent, rotting flesh would nearly overwhelm me. I stifled a wretch, and forced myself to venture deeper. Horrible splotches of varying colors bespeckled the walls. It was impossible to say what caused them, but now they simply sat and festered. Finally, after overturning one final pile of roughage, I found what I had been seeking. Before me, in all its shiny, silver glory, lay a can of diet coke. I picked it up and cracked the lid, drinking deeply. I stepped back and savored the moment.
      Setting the can back down on the nearby counter, I shut the refrigerator door. I'd have to clean that out later, something had definitely gone bad.

16 comments:

  1. I thought you are talking about chicken :(

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  2. yeah very interesting post :) followed :)

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  3. I think it's time you cleaned your kitchen :D

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  4. might wana clean that lol great post

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  5. Wait a second. I thought this post was about chicken. I see what you did there.

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  6. Jesus Christ, terryfing. Hope I won't even got an chance to saw thing(s) like that. I would rather be starving or eating for few weeks from tincans...

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  7. Zombies in my kitchen? Its more likely than you think.

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