So I totally did it again! (Not sure why that sounds so flippant, but I do type how I talk. It’s not ditzy sounding out loud. Promise.)
Ahem. Anywho.
So yeah. I had to blow dust off of this and then I spaced writing a Halloween blog. I wasn’t sure what to write about because I don’t feel like this needs to be an update blog. I have decided however that I’m going to be starting or rather trying to start a video blog. It’s not going to be anything like this blog. So I’m not going to ramble on about life happenings and read smut to my viewers. Although I guess that could be kind of erotic. (Wheels are turning now!)
Nope. This blog, the one you’re reading that is, I’m going to post a few stories I wrote for extra credit in my medical terminology class. They’re still very fitting since it’s Samhain. Enjoy. <|=) (That’s a witch, just so you know.)
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I’ve come comio for the corono that beats in his thoraco.
The encephalo in his cranio keeps him witty and fun.
The hemo pumping through his varico.
But mostly I’ve come to crave the glyco his cyano-opthalmos pour into my psychosis.
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Part of his cephalo is missing. He looks ill. Suddenly those dead eyes turn to me. I’m a being of interest. My heart hurts as I watch him walk in his cell. He doesn’t know I’m alive but I know he’s dead. He can smell my sarco. His hunger grows. His eyes are melano. His lips are erythro. Blood drips from his oro. His latero is visible and I can see his entero. The last of the chezieno drips to the ground from the tears in his abdomen. I raise the pistol and pull the trigger. The bullet tears through his rhino and makes his head snap back. His body falls to the floor and I wonder for just a moment what kind of bio he lived before the change.
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“I can’t go in there!” Dave Lucas stepped out of the way, holding his sleeve to his naso. He kept turning several shades of green. I could see the conio flying from where the door stood open. I moved closer and it hit me. Mortem, the osmo was undeniable. Suddenly I didn’t want to look postero the door. But I had an image to keep up.
“Lucas, get in there! I can’t keep covering your back. Sooner or later you’re going to have to discover the dead before I do.”
He just shook his head at me.
“God, you’re such a bleeding colpo.” I shoved him towards the door. “Now get in there!”
Lucas reluctantly moved forward. I could tell from his body language he was going to emeso.
“You lose your gastro here and I’ll never take you out again.”
He turned to glare at me, to say something, but he never had the chance. Something flew at him, fast and hard. I heard it hit his trachea and then he was down, gasping for ox. I watched in fascination as him and this thing tumbled around on the ground. The sounds resembled dogs fighting over a piece of meat. And that’s when I realized it. Not one, but two zombies were attacking Dave. I reached for my gun, knowing I didn’t have a clear shot, but I had to take the chance.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, opened them and fired. The things stopped twitching. Chole rose in my pharyngo, and I felt it my turn to lose my stomach. There was only one zombie, but it had two heads; Siamese twins.
“Jesus.” I knelt down in front of the mass of bodies. One head was still alive, the mouth snapping at me. Its teeth are rotting, the color a shade of xantho. I could just shoot it, but this is something that needs to be studied. My attention is drawn to Dave. He’s been bit, but he’s still alive. I pull out my phone and make a call to headquarters. I inform them that my agent is bit and I have a 4231, an anomalo that needs to be picked up. A voice in my auro informs me that they are already out and can’t be reached. Fantastic. That’s just the news that I wanted.
Dave starts to moan and I hang up the phone, after snapping orders to the receptionist.
“Am I dying?” He puts his hand to his face and starts whimpering. “I’ve been bit! Oh god, I’m going to change! Kill me! Please! I don’t want to be one of them!”
I roll my eyes and try not to lose my temper. “You’ve seen too many movies. You’re not going to change.” I sit down next to him and kick the zombie away, amazed that it can’t get up since its twin is dead.
He calms down some. “What do you mean I’m not going to change? Isn’t that how it works?”
I take a deep breath and begin to explain. “The truth is we still don’t know what causes this patho. We originally thought it was a septico, but then it evolved into something worse.” I pause and look at him. “Wait. Why am I explaining this to you? Weren’t you a part of training?”
The lack of gnoso flashes in his eyes. “There was training?”
I bite the inside of my bucco, preventing the nasty things I could say. Instead I ask, “How’s your brachio?”
“It hurts, but I’m okay. Can I sit up?”
“Sure.”
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