Subpar Mediocrity

The smell of death and decay fill my nostrils as I look out of my window, and the sun is soaked in a crimson red that almost feels as if it’s screaming out in sheer agony. Fires drench every part of the world that I can visually comprehend, and I wonder to myself “Is there even any life amidst all of this chaos?”

The remains of what used to be a fully functional society slowly fades away as the charred pieces of whatever was, or was ever to become let off a nonchalant crunch under my Chuck Taylors, and float off into the incendiary world that was left. I try not to let it bother me much, because whatever it was, it was no longer and continue walking on.

Sounds, the sounds… they’re everywhere, and yet not a single bit of it makes any cognitive sense to me whatsoever. With the world as the way it is, how can I be hearing steady beats and bass lines going off in the distance? Is there actually a DJ that is mixing in all of this turmoil? G-d is probably a DJ, yeah..that has to be it…

I walk up to the door that is the exit to my house, and the entrance to whatever terrible fate awaits me in the outside world. I suck as much air in as I can to brace myself before turning the knob. But as I reach for it, something peculiar strikes me…Why is this door unscathed, and in such fantastic shape when everything around me is deteriorating? As usual I try not to think very much of it, and I finally turn the knob.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The world is exactly as I saw it from my window, fire and fire everywhere, almost like hell on earth…what am I supposed to do now?

“Nate!!”

What the heck? Is someone actually calling me?

“Nate!! Man, Nate!!! Run dude they’re coming!!”

I try to follow the sound of the voice calling me so I look towards my left, and I see Marvin there running at me at a speed that I couldn’t even fathom his body would allow. It was slightly ridiculous, because his legs were going in a full circle so fast that it looked straight out of a Looney Tunes episode. All I could make out were his Vans sneakers, and then what appeared to be a tornado of leg movement on top of them. I was tempted to laugh but I saw in his other hand a machete that was covered in black blood, and I’ve come to the conclusion that my poor friend has simply lost his damn mind. And as anyone with any form of common sense would do, if you see a 250 lb man running at you with a huge knife, you of course…run away.

As I turn and make my futile attempt to escape my deranged friend, I nearly trip because of the excess I force I put into the turn on my heel. Yet before I gracefully faceplanted onto the cold cement, Marvin picks me up by the collar with what seemingly little effort, and drags me up and runs away with me. My initial reaction was how did he even get this fast? I was the one on the high school track team! Life is so unfair. My second thought was…I’m probably going to die now.

“Holy shit! There’s so fucking many of them!” exclaimed Marvin.
“Wait what, many of what? And what are you doing with that knife man, you look freaking crazy. And if you must kill me with it, do so painlessly please.”I said.
“What? No! Zombies man! They’re all around us outside. We need to find a safe place to get to, I think Albert has some weapons or something, let’s go meet up with him.” said Marvin.
“Knowing Albert, he’ll probably charge us by the bullet..”I said, and reluctantly began following Marvin away.
I noticed that it took no effort to run, in fact this time I wasn’t even moving my legs, I was simply floating. Something is really strange here.

As we’re running to wherever it was that Marvin was leading me. I noticed someone calling me again, but this time from some place really high.

“Lao dong!!”

I look around and I see nothing.

“Lao dong!! WATCH OUT!!!”
I look straight up and I see Stephanie fly straight into my face. As her ass collides with my face at Mach 3 speeds, I began to see my life flash before my eyes, and hoping that I remembered to write my last will and testament.

Strangely enough I felt no pain, no broken bones or anything, so as Steph got off of me, I began to brush myself off and pondered how she even survived a fall like that. I can barely play a game of basketball without pulling my groin or twisting my ankle, and here she was flying 700 feet from the air ass-first into me.

“Lao dong, you have to be more careful of where you are going! It’s so dangerous right now!” said Steph.
“You were the one who flew at m……”as I tried to finish.

A creature roared in the distance.

“We need to go now!”shouted Marvin.
“Ok Steph let’s worry about your drop from the sky another day, we need to go now before we die!”I shouted at Steph.
“Haha, are you asking me out on a date?” mocked Steph.
“No! I’m asking you to stay alive!” I yelled.
“I am only kidding I want to see your reaction!” said Steph, and she began to run away with us.

In what seemed like 2 seconds, we managed to arrive near the Little Neck Parkway. As expected, I had a tough time applying what quantum physics I knew ( or don’t know ) into trying to find out a logical explanation of how we went from Jamaica to Little Neck in what felt like one step, but I decided that I didn’t quite want to pull a muscle thinking too hard.

Albert was sitting on his front steps smoking a Marlboro Smooth so relaxingly that you’d almost not notice the machine guns he’s set up in a perimeter around his house. Yeah, right.

“What took you guys so long? I’ve been fucking waiting here for like 3 hours..”grumbled Albert.
“What..what the hell, aren’t you always the one that’s late anyway, why are you complaining about us being late just this once, and I don’t even know what’s going on right now..” I counter-argued.
“I’m always late because everyone else is late and I don’t want to be the first person there waiting.” responded Albert.
“Are you kidding me? What makes you so special?” I began to say.
“Guys! We have a crisis on our hands, let’s save this for later, we still need to meet up with Greg, I heard he’s running low on food, so we should probably pick him up as well..Al we’ll take your car, since Mack has been overrun with zombie goo, and it probably won’t start anyway.” said Marvin.
“When we meet up with Greg, I have alot of mei fun to share with him for food! ” exclaimed Steph.
“How do you know Greg?” I asked Steph.
“We’re all friends here la.” answered Steph.
“Alright we’ll take my car, but I hope you guys can pay for gas because this is going to be a long ride.” said Albert.
“Seriously man, we’re about to die, there are zombies everywhere, and the one thing you want to ask me to do is pay for gas right now?”I said to Albert.
“Yo shut the fuck up son, gas prices are going back up and shit, so I ne..” Albert tried to say.

A zombie moaned again in the distance, and we all just jumped inside Albert’s civic, and began to speed towards Fresh Meadows.

As I began to take out my cell phone to call Greg, I notice that..

Markus Schulz music goes off in the background.

Wait..what?

The sound continues.

I open my eyes, I notice my blackberry alarm was waking me at 9:00 AM.

I rub my eyes….oh..that was a pretty interesting dream.

Note:
1. Yes I wrote down my dream as quickly as I could before I made this entry so I would remember it as vividly as possible.
2. Dreams never make sense, then again I never make sense.
3. Lol.

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