Every once in a while someone I know will want to participate in BlogBattle who doesn’t have a blog of their own, so sometimes I will post their story on my blog. Please enjoy this funny yet tragic tale of love, zombies, and the end of the world as we know it.

Sword, Shield, and Love

by Anonymous

I am Nicholos Geni, you can call me Nick, I am currently dating a beautiful blonde German lady who loves red. Her name is Sara; she is my sword and shield. Our world is in an apocalypse. Zombies roam the surface, but so do we. She helps me defeat the zombies and protects me. THAT is why she is my sword and shield.

But, I have a real sword too.

The only way these zombies die is if they lose their heads. How does that work, you might ask? Well, umm, I’m not a scientist, so I have no idea. Well, let’s get into this.

“AHH!” I screamed as a zombie chased me through the hall.

“Huh?” Sara whispered as she saw me running and screaming.

“RUN! ZOMBIE!”

As I ran, the zombie chased me, Sara by my side. We do this a lot, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary. We were scavenging for supplies, like usual. Then, out of nowhere, a zombie came running.

So obviously I ran too.

Except, the problem I had with it was that it didn’t look like it was coming for me more than running away from something else. What it was, scared me even more, what would a zombie run away from?

After a couple minutes of thought–and running–I decided that it wasn’t important. I mean I’m not dead . . . I think.

Anyway, Sara and I grabbed the food we scavenged and ate. It wasn’t much; it’s really hard to find good food. We found a slice of bread and some Spam. Of course, we can’t fry it or anything, so I don’t know the point of carrying something we don’t want to eat.

We found a couple AA batteries to power a flashlight we happened upon the other day.

GRRRRRR.

“Sara, did you hear that?”

“I hoped I didn’t.”

“RUN!!”

Sara and I ran as fast as we could, but a tall, slender, black thing appeared in front of us. It had green eyes, and right when I looked, its mouth opened and it snarled, “Ahhhhhgrrrrrr.” It had nine legs, I swore, and five of the longest arms I’d ever seen. It threw one of its arms toward me, but I dodged.

Sara was not as fortunate. When I ducked it hit her, and I couldn’t tell if she passed out or if she was dead. I fell straight to the ground and checked her pulse. She was alive!

The arm came towards me again. This time I wasn’t quick. Everything went black.

I woke up a while later, and the creature was on the other side of a cage. I figured out within seconds that I was the one in the cage.

“Ha, ha, ha,” a voice said.

I recognized the voice but had to ask, “Who is this?”

“Only your new tormentor,” he said.

A light flicked on. In a box almost filled with water is where Sara was. A man walked into the light, he was (du-duh-duuuuhnnnn!) the scientist that caused the apocalypse.

I ran at the fence. “YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE!”

“Oh?”

“I WILL KILL YOU!”

“No, I think you need me and Patrick to stop this for you.”

I assumed Patrick was that green-eyed monster. “Then let me free!”

“I have come up with a solution.”

“What is it?”

“All humans must die.” He pointed at Sara. “Starting with this one.”

The tank filled. Patrick came to the cage and held me still and kept my eyes wide open. Sara’s bubbles were there. My shield was dead. I had no protector, no love, no shield.

“You are next.”

Patrick took me to the tank and put me in. The tank refilled, and I banged against the side and screamed. My last words were, “I love you Sara.”

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Oooo, HARSH!

Thanks to my anonymous buddy for participating with us in #BlogBattle this month!

September’s BlogBattle word is: SHIELD

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