Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zombie. Show all posts
Sunday, May 27, 2012
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
28 Seconds Later
A short film, shot during the filming of 28 Weeks Later. When no one was looking...
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Alice Jacobs Is Dead
I finally got to watch the movie today. I have to say Adrienne Barbeau was fantastic in it.
I watched the bonus material, and was amazed to learn Adrienne had not eaten meat since 1975! It's hard to be a Zombie who doesn't eat meat. Pay the 6 bucks and get the DVD, it's a keeper.
I watched the bonus material, and was amazed to learn Adrienne had not eaten meat since 1975! It's hard to be a Zombie who doesn't eat meat. Pay the 6 bucks and get the DVD, it's a keeper.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Blank Mesa
Beyond Black Mesa from Brian Curtin on Vimeo.
Thes guys made this little treat too..
Concrete Hustle from Brian Curtin on Vimeo.
Thes guys made this little treat too..
Concrete Hustle from Brian Curtin on Vimeo.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
How I Stopped The Zombie Revolution (A Short Story in 2 Parts - In Two Days, This Is Part Two, One Is Below.)
I finished comic number four and looked up at Ed. He looked worse. The infection was getting worse, not better. I could see the purplish red infected veins peeking up and out of his t-shirt, up his neck.
I wanted to call his wife, but she would kill him, and probably me too. I thought about getting him into a cold bath and went to the bathroom to run the water. I was sitting on the edge of the tub dangling my hand in the water, making sure it was not too cold, just cool to the touch.
I heard a scraping noise outside in the hall. “Ed, you feeling any better?” I said as I stood up.
Ed was rounding the corner of the bathroom, he had the empty can of Pepsi in his right hand and dropped it onto the floor. That was the noise I had heard, him scraping it along the wall. He leaned heavily against the door frame, looking towards the floor.
“You look like shit dude. I made a bath for you, come on and jump in, cool off.” I suggested.
Ed raised his head and just said “Thirsty”. To say he looked like shit would be an understatement. His hair was matted from sweating and his clothes were soaked, clinging to his body. I walked past him and said I would get him a drink. “Get into the tub and cool off.”
I went and got a plastic cup in the kitchen (no glass for Ed in this condition). I had to fill the water filter pitcher and wait for it to finish its thing. I took the cup back to the bathroom.
Ed had gotten into the tub, but he left his clothes on. He was submerged and looked like he was inhaling the water.
I grabbed his shirt to pull him up and as I lifted him he slouched forward and bit my right arm…hard. I flinched backward, away from the tub and wound up on my back in the doorway. I looked down at the bleeding hole in my arm and stood up, running to the kitchen.
I flung blood along the hallway as I ran/stumbled, even though I tried to cover the gaping hole in the flesh of my forearm. I got to the kitchen and grabbed the towel to cover the wound. I thought for a second and realized that towel was well used and dropped it and pulled a clean one out of the towel drawer.
I heard Ed get out of the tub and come up the hall towards the kitchen, dripping all the way. “You fucking bit me!” I shouted. No answer, he just sloshed forward.
As Ed approached the Kitchen, I took a deep breath, stopped the panic in my head, and walked to the living room. I took the sweat soaked couch and swung it in front of the archway. I saw Ed waddle into the kitchen, beyond the couch. I thought “That’s not Ed anymore”.
I crossed the living room and opened the sliding glass door to the balcony. I went out and turned to see it clambering over the couch, into the living room.
“Ed, say something, anything.” I shouted at him.
It crawled off the couch and part of the way across the carpet, dripping blood from the chunk of my arm it was chewing on. It stood up and weaved towards me.
I backed up to the railing on the balcony and yelled again. It came in silence, except the chewing.
As Ed reached for me, it managed a hiss. I side stepped its advance and easily helped him over the edge of the balcony. It clasped my good arm as it went over and laid in deep cuts with the finger nails.
I looked over the edge, just to watch Ed float down and hit the pavement below. That was done.
Fucking shit, why me? I thought. This is bullshit. I think I screamed something out loud.
I heard sirens. I looked over and he was still there, not moving, eight floors below me.
I looked down at my arms. The bleeding from the right arm was the radial vein, not good.
I have read and seen enough Zombie stories to know what happens to me next. I sat on the balcony for a minute and thought about options. The phone rang, but I ignored it. A minute later, the doorbell rang and I ignored that too.
If he was infected, I’m infected..
There was a bang at the door that was louder than someone knocking. Someone was coming in. As the police crashed the door, I hopped over the balcony railing, pushing off to get distance from the building.
As I cleared the rail I saw the front door fly open and several cops with guns drawn moved into the room.
For a few seconds, I had complete clarity of mind, I was totally calm. I was saving the world from the spread of this filth. I thought about my Mom and Dad, my big sister who lived across town; my last girlfriend who lived in the building next door. She would hear about me at work tomorrow.
Then I thought about Ed, and what other fucking pricks had fucked that Dolp…
I wanted to call his wife, but she would kill him, and probably me too. I thought about getting him into a cold bath and went to the bathroom to run the water. I was sitting on the edge of the tub dangling my hand in the water, making sure it was not too cold, just cool to the touch.
I heard a scraping noise outside in the hall. “Ed, you feeling any better?” I said as I stood up.
Ed was rounding the corner of the bathroom, he had the empty can of Pepsi in his right hand and dropped it onto the floor. That was the noise I had heard, him scraping it along the wall. He leaned heavily against the door frame, looking towards the floor.
“You look like shit dude. I made a bath for you, come on and jump in, cool off.” I suggested.
Ed raised his head and just said “Thirsty”. To say he looked like shit would be an understatement. His hair was matted from sweating and his clothes were soaked, clinging to his body. I walked past him and said I would get him a drink. “Get into the tub and cool off.”
I went and got a plastic cup in the kitchen (no glass for Ed in this condition). I had to fill the water filter pitcher and wait for it to finish its thing. I took the cup back to the bathroom.
Ed had gotten into the tub, but he left his clothes on. He was submerged and looked like he was inhaling the water.
I grabbed his shirt to pull him up and as I lifted him he slouched forward and bit my right arm…hard. I flinched backward, away from the tub and wound up on my back in the doorway. I looked down at the bleeding hole in my arm and stood up, running to the kitchen.
I flung blood along the hallway as I ran/stumbled, even though I tried to cover the gaping hole in the flesh of my forearm. I got to the kitchen and grabbed the towel to cover the wound. I thought for a second and realized that towel was well used and dropped it and pulled a clean one out of the towel drawer.
I heard Ed get out of the tub and come up the hall towards the kitchen, dripping all the way. “You fucking bit me!” I shouted. No answer, he just sloshed forward.
As Ed approached the Kitchen, I took a deep breath, stopped the panic in my head, and walked to the living room. I took the sweat soaked couch and swung it in front of the archway. I saw Ed waddle into the kitchen, beyond the couch. I thought “That’s not Ed anymore”.
I crossed the living room and opened the sliding glass door to the balcony. I went out and turned to see it clambering over the couch, into the living room.
“Ed, say something, anything.” I shouted at him.
It crawled off the couch and part of the way across the carpet, dripping blood from the chunk of my arm it was chewing on. It stood up and weaved towards me.
I backed up to the railing on the balcony and yelled again. It came in silence, except the chewing.
As Ed reached for me, it managed a hiss. I side stepped its advance and easily helped him over the edge of the balcony. It clasped my good arm as it went over and laid in deep cuts with the finger nails.
I looked over the edge, just to watch Ed float down and hit the pavement below. That was done.
Fucking shit, why me? I thought. This is bullshit. I think I screamed something out loud.
I heard sirens. I looked over and he was still there, not moving, eight floors below me.
I looked down at my arms. The bleeding from the right arm was the radial vein, not good.
I have read and seen enough Zombie stories to know what happens to me next. I sat on the balcony for a minute and thought about options. The phone rang, but I ignored it. A minute later, the doorbell rang and I ignored that too.
If he was infected, I’m infected..
There was a bang at the door that was louder than someone knocking. Someone was coming in. As the police crashed the door, I hopped over the balcony railing, pushing off to get distance from the building.
As I cleared the rail I saw the front door fly open and several cops with guns drawn moved into the room.
For a few seconds, I had complete clarity of mind, I was totally calm. I was saving the world from the spread of this filth. I thought about my Mom and Dad, my big sister who lived across town; my last girlfriend who lived in the building next door. She would hear about me at work tomorrow.
Then I thought about Ed, and what other fucking pricks had fucked that Dolp…
Friday, August 13, 2010
How I Stopped The Zombie Revolution (A Short Story in 2 Parts - In Two Days, This Is Part One)
Ed had been a friend of mine for a long time. He was an asshole, but had not fucked me over, not yet. He had just gotten back from a trip to the Thailand.
He was rebounding from a layoff and went on vacation, because he was fine with money. His wife was a fat rich bitch. She kept Ed in line now that they were married, but he managed to talk her into letting him take the vacation alone. So he could “unwind and reset”.
He came over late last night, no warning, or call ahead of time.
I answered the door, “Hey, what’s up dude?”
Ed brushed past me, he was hunched over. He went to the couch and planted square in the middle. “My dick is on fire, it’s fucking on fire.”
I noticed his hands were clasped over his crotch. “Want a beer?”
“No, you fuck. I am dying here.” He said.
“Been to a doctor?” I asked.
“I can’t do that, Dev would find out. She always finds out.”
“Right, she pays the bills. So what prospects for work do you have lined up?” I asked.
“Hey, I am a little more worried about this right now.” He uncovered his crotch for a second.
“What the fuck did you do on vacation Ed?”
“Look, I need some antibiotics. Do you have any?” He asked.
“Yeah, some for the strep throat I had back in June. You can have em.” I walked out to the bathroom and retrieved the half full bottle of Amoxicillin and tossed it to him.
“Thanks.” He said and caught the bottle, then grinned and jingled it next to his ear. “It is a miracle of science!”
He liked to say that every time medicines enter a conversation. He had been saying it for years, and the joke wore off the second time I heard it.
He popped the cap and swilled at least four pills. “Lighten up Ed. Too many of those will fuck up your stomach.”
“Drink?” he muttered. He was trying to get all the pills down.
I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge, opened it, while I walked over and set it on the coffee table. He downed the whole can. “Damn I’m thirsty.” He said.
I sat down on the couch next to Ed and asked, “So what happened in Thailand?”
“Ok, you’re not gunna believe this.” He started, then finished off the dregs in the soda can.
“So I get there in Thailand and every things going great. I hit some bars, hooked up with some little hookers, got a few hummers on the cheap, like three bucks. It was all good.” He paused, looked left and right, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“Ok, so this guy comes up to me, the guy I had hired the hookers from, and he tells me he has something that will blow me away.” He said.
“And you took him up on it?” I asked.
“Who can walk away from an offer like that?”
“Not you Ed.” I said.
“Of course, you know me. So I dropped the 30 bucks cash and this guy takes me down a few roads to this big indoor pool. They had Dolphins in the pool. Fucking Flipper dude.” He said.
Oh, like Seaworld?”
“No man, the fish were in harnesses. They let me bang a Dolphin. It was silly.” He said.
“Uh, that is some sick shit Ed.”
“Yeah, but hey, when else would I get the chance?” Ed said.
“Ok, so you are here because of that?” I asked.
“Yeah man, ever since I banged that fucker, my cock has been on fire and getting hotter.” Ed pulled up his t-shirt and I saw the bright red veins of infection running up his flabby belly.
“Shit Ed, you are in a world of hurt here. You need to go to the Hospital.” I said. I stood up and went for my car keys.
“No way.” Ed said. “You know she will find out. I can’t. Just let me crash here tonight and let your cillin kick in. I should be good by morning.”
“That’s fucked up dude, you are way more sick than a few pills can fix.” I said. He grabbed the bottle again and tried to take more pills. I grabbed them out of his hand.
“You had too many already.” I said. “Wait three hours and you can take two more, ok?”
“Fucking fine.” He said, and laid back on the couch. He closed his eyes for a second, then for five. “I have to crash, you got a blanket?”
I grabbed one out of the hall closet and tossed it over to him. “Get some sleep Ed.” He was already out. I could feel the heat pouring off as I draped the blanket over him.
I went and grabbed a Pepsi and sat in the old lazyboy across the table from the couch. I switched on the lamp and glanced at the side table. I had my We Will Bury You comics to read.
He was rebounding from a layoff and went on vacation, because he was fine with money. His wife was a fat rich bitch. She kept Ed in line now that they were married, but he managed to talk her into letting him take the vacation alone. So he could “unwind and reset”.
He came over late last night, no warning, or call ahead of time.
I answered the door, “Hey, what’s up dude?”
Ed brushed past me, he was hunched over. He went to the couch and planted square in the middle. “My dick is on fire, it’s fucking on fire.”
I noticed his hands were clasped over his crotch. “Want a beer?”
“No, you fuck. I am dying here.” He said.
“Been to a doctor?” I asked.
“I can’t do that, Dev would find out. She always finds out.”
“Right, she pays the bills. So what prospects for work do you have lined up?” I asked.
“Hey, I am a little more worried about this right now.” He uncovered his crotch for a second.
“What the fuck did you do on vacation Ed?”
“Look, I need some antibiotics. Do you have any?” He asked.
“Yeah, some for the strep throat I had back in June. You can have em.” I walked out to the bathroom and retrieved the half full bottle of Amoxicillin and tossed it to him.
“Thanks.” He said and caught the bottle, then grinned and jingled it next to his ear. “It is a miracle of science!”
He liked to say that every time medicines enter a conversation. He had been saying it for years, and the joke wore off the second time I heard it.
He popped the cap and swilled at least four pills. “Lighten up Ed. Too many of those will fuck up your stomach.”
“Drink?” he muttered. He was trying to get all the pills down.
I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge, opened it, while I walked over and set it on the coffee table. He downed the whole can. “Damn I’m thirsty.” He said.
I sat down on the couch next to Ed and asked, “So what happened in Thailand?”
“Ok, you’re not gunna believe this.” He started, then finished off the dregs in the soda can.
“So I get there in Thailand and every things going great. I hit some bars, hooked up with some little hookers, got a few hummers on the cheap, like three bucks. It was all good.” He paused, looked left and right, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“Ok, so this guy comes up to me, the guy I had hired the hookers from, and he tells me he has something that will blow me away.” He said.
“And you took him up on it?” I asked.
“Who can walk away from an offer like that?”
“Not you Ed.” I said.
“Of course, you know me. So I dropped the 30 bucks cash and this guy takes me down a few roads to this big indoor pool. They had Dolphins in the pool. Fucking Flipper dude.” He said.
Oh, like Seaworld?”
“No man, the fish were in harnesses. They let me bang a Dolphin. It was silly.” He said.
“Uh, that is some sick shit Ed.”
“Yeah, but hey, when else would I get the chance?” Ed said.
“Ok, so you are here because of that?” I asked.
“Yeah man, ever since I banged that fucker, my cock has been on fire and getting hotter.” Ed pulled up his t-shirt and I saw the bright red veins of infection running up his flabby belly.
“Shit Ed, you are in a world of hurt here. You need to go to the Hospital.” I said. I stood up and went for my car keys.
“No way.” Ed said. “You know she will find out. I can’t. Just let me crash here tonight and let your cillin kick in. I should be good by morning.”
“That’s fucked up dude, you are way more sick than a few pills can fix.” I said. He grabbed the bottle again and tried to take more pills. I grabbed them out of his hand.
“You had too many already.” I said. “Wait three hours and you can take two more, ok?”
“Fucking fine.” He said, and laid back on the couch. He closed his eyes for a second, then for five. “I have to crash, you got a blanket?”
I grabbed one out of the hall closet and tossed it over to him. “Get some sleep Ed.” He was already out. I could feel the heat pouring off as I draped the blanket over him.
I went and grabbed a Pepsi and sat in the old lazyboy across the table from the couch. I switched on the lamp and glanced at the side table. I had my We Will Bury You comics to read.
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