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Bluelighter
The blacked-out windows offer me little comfort as I know a new day has surfaced bringing with it all its endless misery. Cigarette smoke heavy enough to fill in the chipped paint on the walls. I light another exhaling slowly in hopes of catching cancer quicker and pour another shot then 4 more. Shadows from my candles still flicker, danceing on the walls like an uncoordinated drunk stumbling down the street, I imagine like I will be doing as soon.
This cycle I repeat religiously keeping what little sanity I can grab onto. The movies got one thing wrong, one major fucking detail that if foreseen would have prevented so many deaths. So many. See, most monsters in the movies hid in the shadows and only came out at night, hunted under the cover of darkness illuminated by the stars and what bit of moonlight escaped between the clouds. Allowing us disadvantaged humans a small respite. Not these fucking monsters. Go figure. No, these crafty bastards, continuously hunt and are extremely smart. So fucking smart.
After the initial warnings were finally believed by the online community it was way too late for humanity to prepare. Shit, I don’t think most even had the time to shit their pants before it came crashing down upon them. I know I didn’t, neither did my family. Although my best friend did, Hank. He was the one who alerted me as to what the fuck was making its way through my backyard right for my open sliding glass door. Just a screen was not going to stop that thing.
I was flipping through the news, social media, all my text windows, and a porn video sent from my dad, exclaiming about its quality was amazing (I hadn’t yet to see any quality) when all the hair on Hank’s neck stood and he let out a growl that compared very much to a lion. That alone freaked me out, but I quickly brushed it away thinking my meth addicted neighbor was sweeping his lawn again but then Hank went berserk. I then saw the blood soaked figure ambling in my direction. Kind of like a toddler getting its footing but with the purpose of a rabid animal. Luckily I’ve had many drunken nights where I confused my neighbors pot garden for my toilet and had constructed a makeshift baby gate between our yards and it fell face first into a piss fertilized hemp mound. Now I’ve seen enough movies to know what the fuck NOT to do, that didn’t stop me from doing it though and I grabbed my keys, my dog, my bong, and my phone and bolted out the front door. Right into the end of the world…….
This cycle I repeat religiously keeping what little sanity I can grab onto. The movies got one thing wrong, one major fucking detail that if foreseen would have prevented so many deaths. So many. See, most monsters in the movies hid in the shadows and only came out at night, hunted under the cover of darkness illuminated by the stars and what bit of moonlight escaped between the clouds. Allowing us disadvantaged humans a small respite. Not these fucking monsters. Go figure. No, these crafty bastards, continuously hunt and are extremely smart. So fucking smart.
After the initial warnings were finally believed by the online community it was way too late for humanity to prepare. Shit, I don’t think most even had the time to shit their pants before it came crashing down upon them. I know I didn’t, neither did my family. Although my best friend did, Hank. He was the one who alerted me as to what the fuck was making its way through my backyard right for my open sliding glass door. Just a screen was not going to stop that thing.
I was flipping through the news, social media, all my text windows, and a porn video sent from my dad, exclaiming about its quality was amazing (I hadn’t yet to see any quality) when all the hair on Hank’s neck stood and he let out a growl that compared very much to a lion. That alone freaked me out, but I quickly brushed it away thinking my meth addicted neighbor was sweeping his lawn again but then Hank went berserk. I then saw the blood soaked figure ambling in my direction. Kind of like a toddler getting its footing but with the purpose of a rabid animal. Luckily I’ve had many drunken nights where I confused my neighbors pot garden for my toilet and had constructed a makeshift baby gate between our yards and it fell face first into a piss fertilized hemp mound. Now I’ve seen enough movies to know what the fuck NOT to do, that didn’t stop me from doing it though and I grabbed my keys, my dog, my bong, and my phone and bolted out the front door. Right into the end of the world…….
