Free Our Undead by Theo Vigo Page A

twinkle if looked at from the right angle. She sits in a
park on this beautiful day, in a light yellow sunshine dress on a
hill under a tree, in between the legs of a very attractive man,
the man of her dreams. They sit under a fully bloomed sycamore in
the plush green grass, her back laying against his well-built
chest, his strong arms holding her gently, but firmly. The day is
hot but perfect in the shade, and the grass blades tickle the
bottoms of her feet as she wiggles her toes and looks past them out
into a psychedelic swaying field. It is much like that scene from
one of her favorite movies, the sad one about the asteroid the size
of Texas. She runs her fingers lovingly up and down her man's tough
and smooth forearms. Their weight rests comfortably on top of her
belly and pelvis, their perfectly tanned skin glistening with a
modest condensation. She leans back into him, looking up into his
eyes.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: I could stay here forever.
    He smiles down at her
softly, and then they kiss. As the passion builds, she turns
herself around fully and wraps her legs around his waist. From a
distance, the full height and lushness of the freshly sprung
sycamore tree, and field beyond it, is a sight to behold. They are
beautiful and so is the moment. Their passion intensifies and as it
does, the leaves on the tree begin to shift in color. They turn
quickly from green to yellow, from yellow to orange, from orange to
red, then from red to brown. Simultaneously, the sky starts to
darken and black clouds gather. Wholly immersed in him and giving
all her attention to her lover, she doesn't take notice of the
darkening sky or the dead leaves that have started to flutter down
all around her. She is so into it, and so is he. That is until one
of the fluttering leaves lightly tickles her cheek on it's way down
to the bed of grass, which has also turned into a brown
mess.
    She giggles at the leaf's
touch and pulls her lips back for a moment. This is when she looks
up and sees the dying tree. Almost every leaf has fallen from it,
and the bark has become black and burned. It too, is chipping off
and falling apart like ash.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: W-what's happening?
    As she speaks, her eyes
wander up the scale of the disintegrating tree.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: (sighs) I don't
care. As long as I'm with you, I don't care what
happens.
    She snuggles into her man,
trying to get more comfortable. The safety and warmth he provides
is all she needs. His lips are the icing on the cake. She lifts her
head from his chest to get a taste of them again, but before their
lips touch she is repulsed by what her heartthrob has become. She
screams and throws his arms off of her, then pushes herself roughly
away from him, rolling backward a part of the way down the hill,
ruining her elegant light yellow sunshine dress in the process.
Lying on her stomach, she looks back up the hill at her dreamboat
who has turned into a rotten, undead, man-eating corpse. It starts
getting to its feet.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Ugh, what is going on?
    When the transformed hunk
starts lumbering down the hill at her, the pretty girl gets up. Her
dress is stained with dirt and ash, and her hair is showing early
signs of some major stress. She backs away step by step as the
walker gets closer. The world she walks in now is a grim one, grey,
and the fields beyond the hill are charred with patches of fire
scattered about. The beautiful sycamore tree is now leafless and
crisped black. Glowing singes of orange course up and down it's
trunk and barren branches, like blood coursing through veins. Ash,
now flurries profusely from the black storm clouds
above.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Stop. Don't come any closer.
    The handsome zombie doesn't
listen and proceeds to close in on her. She keeps moving backward,
but there's no way her tiny, slow steps will be enough to keep her
out of the walking dead's reach for much longer.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: No! Stop! Just stay there!
    Terrified, her