8 Random Facts

Yes I'm jumping on the bandwagon of facts, so here goes-

1) I have a bass guitar called Rosalita.
2) I'm not a chav (according my sister)
3) I brought some trousers purely because Bob Dylan wore a pair that looked like them.
4) I recently listened to 'Blackholes and Revelations' by Muse due to somebody trying to convert me too them (though I am putting up a fight)
5) I sound like Johnny Rotten when I sing.
6) I'm a libertarian-utilitarian.
7) The orange Jelly Tots are my favourite.
8) One of the first characters I ever created was a detective called Fred Friday.

My Story- Part Two

PART TWO
I could have been driving for no longer than a few minutes when I turned down a road onto a little suburban street- you know, two cars on every drive and all that. Like before I had to swerve to avoiding hitting somebody, accept this time it was two people, a man lying in the road and a girl kneeling next to him.

I would have done the sensible thing and just driven on had the girl not decided to start banging on the car window (the not broken one). I switched the ignition off and got out. The girl could have been no more than 15, 16 at most and her face was all red and puffy. “It’s my dad..” She said pointing at the body lying in the road. “One of those things got in him…”
“You mean those bug things?”

She nodded. “It jumped at him… and got inside of him…” I looked past the girl to where the body was. It looked very much dead. The chest wasn’t moving at all.
“Look, call an ambulance- they can help you.”
“I’ve tried!” She wailed, “The phones are dead!”
“Look there must be somebody on this street who can help you!”
“They all went!” She waved her arms to emphasis a point.
“Went where?” I said. I was in no mood to argue with an upset teenager, but I didn’t want to be stuck out here if there were those… bug things.
“After the earthquake… they all went… Dad said we’d be safe, he didn’t believe it… but they…”
“Christ…” I said not listening to her. Behind her, her until recently deceased father was now standing. Like the other guy, he had a rather large hole in his chest with something filling up that hole.
“Dad!” The girl screamed in joy and ran towards him. Her dad ran towards her and they gripped each other in an embrace. For a moment, just a moment, I thought she might be safe. Her dad had two large hands which he wrapped around her neck. The sound of the snap was disgusting. He let her body drop and ran towards me.

Not hesitating I jumped back into my car and slammed the door. Before I knew it the father (or what used to be the girl’s dad) had reached the car and punched in the window. Glass fell across the other seat and I got the car started.

He was a big guy, but he still thought he could fit through the little window, his arms reached frantically. As he tried to crawl through he was cutting himself on the broken glass, trickling blood in several places. If he felt it he certainly didn’t show it. The one thing that got my attention was that his eyes were completely and utterly black, I barely had time to notice the grey shape that filling in the hole in his chest. Though I recognized the spindly leg sticking from it.

If I had been paying more attention to the road than the black eyes maybe I wouldn’t have crashed the car. I didn’t realized that I had veered over the left quite a bit and was dead in line to hit a lamppost. I braked, and that only helped a little. The car bonnet wrapped itself around the lamppost, and my car died there and then. I got off considerably luckier than the car. I hit my head off the steering wheel, causing a rather large bruise and a nasty headache.

I blacked out, but it was for no more than a minute or so. I managed to lift my head up and see the guy was no longer trying to get into my car. He’d been flung off and was now impaled on some iron gates that some clever sod have decided to put up instead of a fence.

I opened the car door and practically rolled out onto the street. My head was spinning like I’d been on the Tea Cups. Christ, those things always made me sick.

Then I looked up and saw what was ahead. “You’ve got to be kidding…” I murmured almost drunkenly. Ahead of me there were about 7 or 8 of those bug-things coming right towards me. I pulled myself off the ground and somehow found the energy to turn and run. It’s amazing what you can do when you’re shit scared.

My Story- Part One

"Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out,
How did it come to this?"-Muse, Time Is Running Out

"The lucky ones die first."- Tag line for 'The Hills Have Eyes'

PART ONE
Because fate has a sense of humour the beginning of the end started on Friday 13th March at almost one in the morning. I was working the graveyard shift at the hospital (which is never as quiet as the nickname suggests) when the building began to shake. At first I thought I was going crazy as the walls began to vibrate and a chair moved from one side of the room to another, but when I popped my head out into the corridor everybody else had that dazed look of confusion on their faces so I knew I wasn’t alone. I waited to see if any alarms would go off but they didn’t, so I took it that meant that the hospital wasn’t going to fall down or anything. I guessed it was a little earthquake or tremor or something like that, either way I knew it’d be the topic of conversation for the next couple of days, or at least until my shift finished.

At half four I said my goodbyes to hospital and got in my car to head for home. As soon as the car came to life the radio switched on, but I didn’t pay any attention to it- I just plugged my iPod in and drove on. I wish I’d listened to the radio now, it had been the news that was on. I have often wondered if I knew beforehand what was going on things might have been different. Then again, if I’d heard what was happening I probably wouldn’t have believed it.

So, there I was just- driving back to my home on the other side of town, quite tired and not really paying much attention to anything. Then I caught a glimpse of something in the road and my mind came back to planet earth when I realized it was a person. I swerved the car and just missed knocking the guy over. I stopped the car and looked out the window and the guy was still standing in the middle of a road, like a deer.

I opened the door, got out and the guy turned to face me. He was large, balding and wearing a dirty red dressing gown. “Hey,” I said, “What the hell were you doing in the road?”
He took a step towards me and opened his mouth, blood trickled out of its corners. “Please…” He murmured through the blood “Help me…” He shuffled forward towards me and as he did the dressing gown began to open and I could see his chest. There was a hole in the middle of it as if someone had shot him.

I remained still as he shuffled towards me, and in the orange glow of a streetlight I could see there was something moving inside the hole in his chest. “Christ…” It was sickening. I turned to get back into my car but I froze when I saw something on the roof of it. It was like a bug, well more like a children’s interpretation of a bug- a thin body with many spindly legs jutting out of it. It had two large black eyes on its head, like a dolls eyes and a mouth that was a rounded ‘O’. The thing could have been no bigger than a Coke bottle.


It leaned back on its legs and I realized it meant to leap at me. It moved so damn fast I was lucky just to step out of the way of it. I turned around to see where it had landed but the large guy was centimetres away from me with hands outstretched. His eyes looked a shade of grey. His fingers brushed my neck, so I flung my arm to knock his aside, and it knocked him back a bit.

I leapt into my car and slammed the door too. I turned the ignition on when the bug thing crashed into the side window leaving a rather large crack on the glass. Not wanting to see if it were alive or not I drove on as fast as I could.

Update

Yes, my story is coming along, I haven't forgetten. I re-wrote the first part becasue I was inspired by recent events and I thought it's make a great start to the story. You can expect to see the first part on here either tonight or tomorrow (but as few people read my blog I'll have to start beating people so that'll they'll read it) as I was hoping to generate some interest. Anyway, becasue I like hinting at what my story will be about and because I like posting videos here's a clue as to what my story will be about-

Just A Quick One...

To say that if you're ever bored why not try reading some of the works of Charlie F. Kane-

http://www.poemhunter.com/charlie-f-kane/

Other than that I have nothing to say other than that I'm in a Bob Dylan mood today. So, here's a wonderful Bob Dylan song I shall dedicate to all those of you who are young at heart. Listen to the words and then try and tell me Bob Dylan isn't amazing.