I’m sitting behind him, the boy who everyone wants to know, has to know and does know. He’s a mystery to us all, especially his eyes. God, they were beautiful. He has heterochromia, where one of his eyes are blue – blue like the scarf my grandmother gave to me, a beautiful baby sky blue. His other eye, was brown with a small spot of the blue from his other eye in the corner. Everyone know his name, Kian Sherwood. Most people believed he was gay because he never spent time with anyone else, but Matt Somerhalder. They were closer than I am to my food and my bed; practically glued to each other. Kian was always popular in conversation, the blonde boy with gorgeous eyes that spoke Spanish fluently. Everyone girl wanted to be his, hell probably …show more content…
I knew what this meant. The walls were down. Señorita Rodriguez yelled at us to get ready, get into the right stance because as of this moment, we were to fight for our survival. I spin around and whip out my katana, Kian whips out his pocket knife and we move cautiously to the door, knowing full well what we were to be greeted with. Kian yanks the metallic door open, the muscles in his arm extracting and retracting. He takes a huge stride out into the open, he was vulnerable. I had to help him. I step out next to Kian and am faced with death. The rotting flesh melting off their faces, the clothing they once loved battered and torn because the plague hit Earth like a hurricane. All at once. Every country was infected. We both spun and twirled around each other as the sounds of groans from the monsters surrounded us, I could feel how introverted and cold he was just standing with him against the monsters. A shout filled my ears as Matt came running, his scalpel already tainted red from the blood of the poor souls that were taken too soon from this world. Kian’s icy demeanour diminishes as he heard Matt and his will to fight grew stronger. The schools bundle of ice melts away as Matt stood by him and fought, Matt, Kian’s personal ray of sunshine that killed the ice cold beast within
Despite all, their love was not strong enough to fight against the plague. They had prayed every night for help for Alice, but shortly they all fell ill. Together they experienced nausea and violently vomited. They began to swell; hard, painful, burning lumps on their neck, arms and thighs then appeared. Their bumps had turned black, split open and began to ooze yellow, thick puss and blood. They were decaying on the inside; anything that would come out of their bodies would contain blood and soon puddles of blood formed under their skin. They slowing withered away together. The home became repulsing; the flowers in their yard could no longer mask the smells of their rotting bodies and revolting bodily fluids. Alice was the first to leave, then John, Mama, and Papa followed. Together they all fell victim to the Black Plague.
The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
The fight against the zombie metaphor within World War Z gives the reader a purpose for finding a way to hold on to hope, and to ultimately celebrate life, ideally a healthy one, itself. With the zombie metaphor referring to uncontrollable fears in today’s modern society, the thriller is a realistic speculation about an airborne virus entering the human species and spreading on a global scale. With influenza outbreaks being a familiar scenario within modern society, the fear of an uncontrollable disease sends shockwaves of fear through the human race, especially when a vaccine has yet to be found and distributed, as in the film. The fear of a viral infection spreading stems from the idea that people do not simply “give” another individual the virus; a virus is a form of life that evolves and mutates in order to survive environmental changes.
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Bennett was a boy who lived in Scottsdale, Arizona he was 16 and lived with his father Evan. He had curly brown hair, green eyes with very tan skin he was often confused for a light skin. He was very attractive and tall he looked just like his dad. Victoria was the name of Bennett’s mother. She had beautiful deep green eye’s that he also had from her. Evan’s wife died in a car accident when Bennett was five . After the crash, he was rushed to the hospital and his mother was declared dead then and their. It was a horrifying moment for Bennett. On his left leg there was a scar from the accident caused by the glass that had broken off of the windows. When he recently moved from Austin,Texas he was in middle school, but now he was a sophomore at
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“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
“ Hay Gloria, I was calling to see if you wanted to hang after school today.”
Well the world changed late last night in a way I couldn’t protect us from. That’s a terrible feeling for a father. I won’t sugarcoat it—this is truly horrible. It’s hardly the first time my candidate didn’t win (in fact it’s the sixth time) but it is the first time that a thoroughly incompetent pig with dangerous ideas, a serious psychiatric disorder, no knowledge of the world and no curiosity to learn has.
The child’s game had ended. After I nearly ran Kurtz over, we stood facing each other. He was unsteady on his feet, swaying like the trees that surrounded us. What stood before me was a ghost. Each layer of him had been carved away by the jungle, until nothing remained. Despite this, his strength still exceeded that of my own. With the tribal fires burning so close, one shout from him would unleash his natives on me. But in that same realization, I felt my own strength kindle inside me. I could just as easily muffle his command and overtake him. The scene flashed past my eyes as though I was remembering not imagining. The stick that lay two feet from me was beating down on the ghost, as my bloodied hand strangled his cries. My mind abruptly reeled backwards as I realized what unspeakable dark thoughts I had let in. Kurtz seemed to understand where my mind had wandered; it was as though the jungle’s wind has whispered my internal struggles to him. His face twisted into a smile. He seemed to gloat and enjoy standing by to watch my soul begin to destroy itself.
An orange, white, and brown color shot across my screen. I saw the blood, and I heard the screams of the countless people who had been visibly injured. I saw what one or two people could ruin countless people's lives. I could see people being carted into the ambulance, screaming and yelling that their legs had been blown off. Then I thought a horrible thing… I could have been killed or injured too. When I had heard of things on the news they seemed almost surreal. This would never happen to me, but now something had happened, so close to me. I would have been at that place that got bombed If Maya didn’t want to take a nap. I thought about how my life could be taken in an instant and I could do nothing to stop
Shivering in the blasting cold night, the words fear and death invaded my soul and lamentably waited for the deathblow. The darkness of the lemon orchard under the full moon hidden behind long, high parallels of cloud was accelerating my fear and advancing the idea of `suddenly disappearing` in my mind. I had never thought of death before. The rows of lemon tree standing like elite soldiers made me feel like an enemy soldier captured in war and was being taken to be executed by guillotine. A shotgun was targeted towards my head which made my eyes and legs become paralysed; thus I could not feel or sense anything. My eyes looking blindly and my legs walking briskly with the question” will I die” stuck on my mind like a tick attaches into skin.
One afternoon, when the cold of the winter was starting to settle upon the edges of the village like a silent shadow, my brother left with Maura to the market for some groceries. Little Mathias was asleep in his bedroom, and I had already bored my mind off with no one to play with. Then I heard him. Paris had come into the room, barking mad as soon as he laid eyes on me. His loud howls hitting at my nerves like needles. I stood up warning him to be quiet, but he would not listen. I remember my temper suddenly slipping off. He was almost as big as me, but when I knelt down to scold him, accumulated anger in my eyes, I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he tried to run away and for a second all I saw was terror before I watched life drain out of his body. Maura and Toby arrived just minutes later to find me sobbing uncontrollably in the floor, not being able to look at the dead body a few feet away. The terrified expression in Maura's eyes and the bitterness underneath, still seem to haunt me, her thoughts clear to me as glass, monster. Besides that I cannot...
Bang bang bang. I woke up to what sounded like bombs. “What was that?” I went outside to check what the noise was. What I see is destruction and mayhem everywhere.
My brothers are strong, all looking remarkably similar, as if they were triplets. Micah, the eldest has bushy eyebrows, bright green eyes and floppy brown hair that covers his left eye. Johnathan, whom is the second oldest has a large nose that was broken once or twice by a Nazi, has those same enormous bushy eyebrows and those same green eyes. Lastly, Alexander was different he had short hair, green eyes and deep dimples when he smiled but, I don’t see him smile often or any of my brothers. My mother tried so hard to have a little girl luckily here I am today. I am 16 years of age, flat chest, long spider legs, brown eyes, and a haircut to my shoulders. Growing up with brothers meant I am