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The ironiy of the statements leads to a slow realization.....
So you know, sometiems there are just ironic statements people make in their life. I realize this now as I'm recounting all the thigns that have happened in the past year. The ironic statement started with
“I'd only run if there were Zombies chassing me” and this was coming form my roommate whom has plenty of reason not to run. She was 5”3 of ass kickery and with a high rolling charisma. She's perswasive enough that she never needs to yell, just raises or calmly states what WILL be done, if you like it or not.
Infact this particular night I heard her screaming for me. Now even when she nearly pureed her fingers in the middle fo making her cat food, as the poor thing was alergic to everything- even himself, She never called just curse loudly which was rather different for her. So when she shouted witht hat trill of oh fuckery in her voice, the sheer panic that my mom would get at the drop of the hat, I instictivly grabbed my badger bladea nd was downstairs as fast as myf eet could carry me.
Now my badger blade is a 1040 folded steel blade with a semi edge. Its considered blunt by legal means but it's steel, you hit flesh with it it will hurt- a lot. It's a Japanese Wakasashi which I prefure to use in the house...afterall a blade thtat is as logn as my forearm is easier to conseal and easier to swing In an enclosed palce- not that I ever exspected to swing it as my imagination is usualy stronger then reality.
There again, an ironic statement because As I came dashing down the secodn set of stairs in our 3 level town home I foung my roomate with all her 5'3” furry shoved up agisnt a door panting and covered in of all the odd thigns, sweat, as if she had run. Behind her the door was thudnering inhumanly as if there were some large wild creature on the otherside. A bloody hand was enfolded half broken in the door frame keepign her from closing the door allt he way. And desptie the massive trauma whos ever hand it was seamed reluctant to reliquisht heir hand let alone stop their hiddious pounding. Me? I'm sure I would have fainted with that much pain.
You see, this is where my room mate saved my life. On the school yard I'd get my ass handed to me if the bullyswere picking on me. However just like any comic book hero I've ever read or any Anime anti hero, if I fought to protect someone, it was as if I were invicible. Second of all, after columbine I came face to face with a true reality: in a situation of terrorizim, hostile take over what would I truly DO? The hero educated side of myself all but adorns red panties and a cape- both of which I have in my cosplay closet. Realisticaly I told myself I'd wet my pants and go cry in a courner till it was all done. You know what? Seeing Fey slammed agins tthat door with panic across her face seame dto stirr the cape and panties, for as she relaxed the door exsploded open shoving my terrified Room mate to one side.
I wish I could recall it as if the huge hunk of a man with a smashe dhand and a rank of death over him came forward I skillfully dahsed forward and took him out with the ease and carisima and sparkles of an anime hero. Reality? Fear took voer but isntead of flight I swung. I swung again and again by some mercy of fate landign them right on the skull fo the berserked man. As he came to a squishy thud agisnt the tile floor exsploding blood across the beigh floor and my feet I coudlnt bring myself to stop.
This is the point that she saved me. If it werent for her and my sudden rise to protect I would have been berserker zombie food a year ago and this? Would have never been written.
I finnaly staged back with half hacked man at my feet the doorway wide open the whtie walls splattered down like some scene from Elfin Lied I realized part of the rank in the air, was me, My roomate could boast that night, she had not only outrun onw of the first berserker Zombies but unlike me she had kept her bowls in place. I did however beat my first zombie to a bludgened death on my door step and this, this was the point that Fey and I realized...the Zombie apocalypse had begun.
The ironiy of the statements leads to a slow realization.....
So you know, sometiems there are just ironic statements people make in their life. I realize this now as I'm recounting all the thigns that have happened in the past year. The ironic statement started with
“I'd only run if there were Zombies chassing me” and this was coming form my roommate whom has plenty of reason not to run. She was 5”3 of ass kickery and with a high rolling charisma. She's perswasive enough that she never needs to yell, just raises or calmly states what WILL be done, if you like it or not.
Infact this particular night I heard her screaming for me. Now even when she nearly pureed her fingers in the middle fo making her cat food, as the poor thing was alergic to everything- even himself, She never called just curse loudly which was rather different for her. So when she shouted witht hat trill of oh fuckery in her voice, the sheer panic that my mom would get at the drop of the hat, I instictivly grabbed my badger bladea nd was downstairs as fast as myf eet could carry me.
Now my badger blade is a 1040 folded steel blade with a semi edge. Its considered blunt by legal means but it's steel, you hit flesh with it it will hurt- a lot. It's a Japanese Wakasashi which I prefure to use in the house...afterall a blade thtat is as logn as my forearm is easier to conseal and easier to swing In an enclosed palce- not that I ever exspected to swing it as my imagination is usualy stronger then reality.
There again, an ironic statement because As I came dashing down the secodn set of stairs in our 3 level town home I foung my roomate with all her 5'3” furry shoved up agisnt a door panting and covered in of all the odd thigns, sweat, as if she had run. Behind her the door was thudnering inhumanly as if there were some large wild creature on the otherside. A bloody hand was enfolded half broken in the door frame keepign her from closing the door allt he way. And desptie the massive trauma whos ever hand it was seamed reluctant to reliquisht heir hand let alone stop their hiddious pounding. Me? I'm sure I would have fainted with that much pain.
You see, this is where my room mate saved my life. On the school yard I'd get my ass handed to me if the bullyswere picking on me. However just like any comic book hero I've ever read or any Anime anti hero, if I fought to protect someone, it was as if I were invicible. Second of all, after columbine I came face to face with a true reality: in a situation of terrorizim, hostile take over what would I truly DO? The hero educated side of myself all but adorns red panties and a cape- both of which I have in my cosplay closet. Realisticaly I told myself I'd wet my pants and go cry in a courner till it was all done. You know what? Seeing Fey slammed agins tthat door with panic across her face seame dto stirr the cape and panties, for as she relaxed the door exsploded open shoving my terrified Room mate to one side.
I wish I could recall it as if the huge hunk of a man with a smashe dhand and a rank of death over him came forward I skillfully dahsed forward and took him out with the ease and carisima and sparkles of an anime hero. Reality? Fear took voer but isntead of flight I swung. I swung again and again by some mercy of fate landign them right on the skull fo the berserked man. As he came to a squishy thud agisnt the tile floor exsploding blood across the beigh floor and my feet I coudlnt bring myself to stop.
This is the point that she saved me. If it werent for her and my sudden rise to protect I would have been berserker zombie food a year ago and this? Would have never been written.
I finnaly staged back with half hacked man at my feet the doorway wide open the whtie walls splattered down like some scene from Elfin Lied I realized part of the rank in the air, was me, My roomate could boast that night, she had not only outrun onw of the first berserker Zombies but unlike me she had kept her bowls in place. I did however beat my first zombie to a bludgened death on my door step and this, this was the point that Fey and I realized...the Zombie apocalypse had begun.