Goodbye '...dust in the wind' Hello Dew...

Saturday, 11:02 am eastern standern time
Computer desk
James's house


I awoke with a start to the sound of someone bursting through my bedroom door, jolted upwards and took in the entire scene in one glance. A dark figure stood in my doorway, I didn't know who, all I knew was that they didn't belong there. Faster than lightning, I reached under my pillow for my piece. Nothing. Something was wrong it should be there. something was very wrong... Thats when I realized that this was not my room. Who ever it was had done a dang good job, but, they missed on thing. The picture. It was there last night! Right above my dresser, on the window sill. The duplicet of which was now somewhere in Texas. Wow, they had done a good job of recreating my room. But why? What was this all about? Bang! Snapped back to reality from being trown from my bed nearly althe way across the room! On my feet in an instant, mind clear ready for anything. I automaticaly fell in tho the Echani fighting stance which by this time was second nature to me. But as I looked around, the room was empty. Where was that thing! It had just trown me from my bed, and then disapeared. Well I wasn't gonna wait to find out. Into the redwood case in the corner, and out with my simi auto 7.62 x39 Russian SKS, basicaly a simi auto version of the AK47. Short range scope equiped and 30 round banana clip locked and loaded, I made my way out the door. Check right? Clear. Check left? To late! I could hear the air rushing toward my head. Duck and spin, three rounds were off before I knew I had pulled the trigger. Agh!! Zombies or something. Whatever it was it was not human; and by the looks of things it probably wasn't alone. I tightened the strap on the 200 round ammo belt hanging from my shoulders. This was gonna be fun. Lets just hope that these things don't have better weapons than the 2x4 I almost encountered earlier. Up to the third floor; there was Lars room. I cracked the door open, weapon first I slowly entered always taking in everything. Clear. Wait! There was the smallest sound. A droplet of liquid hiting the floor. Ahhh, come on! Drop! Flat on my back in a flash, I squeezed off two rounds into an empty ceilling. What?! There is no way those things are that fast. Well it did not leave the room, the door had closed behind me and my feet were blocking it. That leaves the far wall. Thats it. I thought all this before a split second had passed. Roll over on my stomach, weapon already shouldered. My right eye on the scope. BOOM! One round. One report. That fricker was now missing the majority of its head. 'Sorry 'bout the window, Lars'. I thought. He loved that octagonal window in the far end of his room. Well it now had a lil hole in the center, and the rest was covered in bloody goo and brain matter. Then I remembered that this was not even my brothers room. This was all some other place. But why recreate my entire house? I was gonna figure that our for certain. Back down on the 2nd floor; I leave the other bedrooms, and make my way down stairs. Twenty-five rounds left. That'll be aight for now. I watched right as I come down. Looks clear. Bottom of the stairs. Check left. Clear. But the study door was closed. I made one more look right, and back up ther stairs behind me, before advancing to the study door. I had been wrong, it wasn't closed, just shut up to the latch. Hmmm.... Good and bad. I'll stick with the good. I decited to kick the door open. That was I could instantly see straight in, and then sweep to the left of the room in one swift motion. In I go. Nothing. I lower my weapon. First mistake. kneel down to pick up the picture from my window sill. Second mistake. Interesting, T had been cut from the picture. I hear a tick on the wall behind me above the door. Crap these things are getting smarter! I turn on a dime without standing, and slide my feet out from under me. Flat on my back just in time as the creature skims my left cheek in its lunge. In an instant, roll over knees pulled up under me, I'm up and my weapon reports. One hole at the base of the neck. Blood mixed with bubbles from the escaping air exit the wound. Nice shot. On my feet, I exit the room. make a quick check of the bathroom in the opposite wall. Clear. Three steps toward the kitchen. Check left. Clear. Five more steps. Check right. Standing in the living room, against the far wall is the "boss". 'Nice lookin fellow.' I think to my self. 'Hate to kill him'. This guy was worse than the last ones. Bigger, thats for sure. By about a foot. And much uglier. I wasn't to fond of the slime on them either. I took a few steps into the room. It knew I was there; returned my level stare. "Semper Fi." It growled, in a low gurgly voice. "Works for me." I said. "Sure your up for it?" The beast growled in response. I removed the clip from my weapon. Threw it behind me. one round left on the chamber. I could kill him now. But whats the sport in that. Raised it vertical and pulled the trigger. At the report from my SK, the zombie creature rushed. I dropped my weapon and ducked. Lunged forrward in an attemped to hit its legs and flip the body over my shoulders. I collided with thin air. Dang! It had anticipated that and jumped. I spun around just in time for him to rush me. 'First mistake. And last my friend.' I thought with a slight grin. I side-stepped left, my left hand already reaching behind my back. As he followed through his move and threw his arms out, I looped my right arm inside his and spun around behind, knife already on its way from the sheath on the back strap of my ammo pack. The knife flashed. His head flopped back. Cut clean to the spine. I dropped the corpes and retrieved my weapon. Inserted the clip, slung it over my shoulder. Gosh!! that scratch on my cheek from where the one tagged me was stinging. I opened the front door. Stepped out. As soon as my foot touched the front porch everything disapeared. I looked up from the chair I had been sitting in and saw Lars. 'Virtual reality!! Come on!' I thought. He turned from his computer with a satisfied grin which turned to confussed fear when he saw my face. I rubbed my eyes and slid my hands down to my chin. What? Blood.

I never have time to dew this.

Ah well, I have been told I should update my blog more often, and I am over at Calyns house so I decided to do it. Hey Tammy, I tried to comment on your blog today, but it wouldn't let me, so I am gonna speak to you here.. Ok, how many times have we had the Hair conversation, how many times babe? alot. But you are an adult and will do what you will. I am not saying that I won't cry for an extended period of time if you cut it off. just like I did last time you did. I must say tho, with the dyed straight hair you do look excessivley hot, instead of the normal fine. eh, daladna... Well now that I have posted, which turned into, "A letter to T" but whateva it doesn't matter.. and you know why; because I said it doesn't, and its my blog and I can do what I want. kinda like when its my party and I'll cry if I want to. you would cry to if it happened to you. ok this is getting out of mano. (hand) for all those of you who are not experts at spanish like I... causa I can say, "Bonus nacho's? Poor favor, grassy-ass." Now tell me you all don't like that!!! Its briliant. I apologize to all Spanish speaking readers. no offense was intended. Ok now. Time for me, your humble servant to go.
James

What to dew?

Alright, what to dew when I am bored out of your mind and I have a dark sky out side?... Only one thing to do, go fishing. Um, yeah... thats what I meant. is that the correct spelling? Or should i fire my janitor? I am only blogging cause I have nothing better to do with my time than... well thats not true, I have PLENTY of good old home work that I could do, but I don't want to... I am gonna go seperate and fold some clothes now.. Ajabarufy!!!!
James