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Five Sentence Fiction: Open “They Come Back” Rated PG13

Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction this week is : Open    My story follows; the rest are >HERE<   Enjoy!!!

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“They Come Back”

Scott L Vannatter – February 17, 2015

Carol sat in the old, rickety rocking chair, silent and still, looking out the open window, the breeze from the afternoon shower still hanging.

She thought about the old woman, the pact, the ingredients (looking at her still-bleeding hand), and the coming results – and she shuddered while smiling.

She had loved grandmother so much, grandfather only slightly less; both had been her world.

That world had shattered with the lightning strike on the barn while the two were tending the horses; snuffed out when the fire was over.

Now, she looked as two dark figures staggered slowly and unsteadily across the open field, and she wished her deal was broken.

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Namaste,

Scott

Saturday Night – Thoughts of Skyrim and Zombies

What do the video game of Skyrim and zombies have in common?  Well, forgetting about draugr in the game who are undead guardians of treasures in the crypts, actually, very little. The biggest commonality are that they are two of the things I am sitting here thinking about on a Saturday evening at home.

I am thinking of Skyrim because  playing it on my new computer is awesome.  And, I am at level 43.  Now, if you play the game, 43 means something to you.  Level 43 is over the 1/2 mark to 81.  81 used to be the highest level you could reach in the game.  It has been fixed not so that you can choose to keep leveling with some good and bad things to it.  Regardless, 43 is a huge number because it takes longer (usually) to get through to each new level, so, for instance, it is relatively quick to go from 2 to 3 or 4 to 5.  It takes quite awhile to get to 43.  I would guess I have been playing this particular game for around the 200 hour mark.  A long time to spend in a game.  I learn when I play.  I learn patience, memory, new strategies, and always I find new areas or new people or quests.  It is new territory for me.  I cannot even guess how long it will actually take me to get to level 50, let alone 60, 70, and 81.  Below are a couple of screenshots just so you can see how detailed the new computer makes things.  I wish I had some old ones, so I could put them side by side – and then, I did.

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Old one above; new one below.

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I believe you can click and perhaps enlarge again each one.  If you can, you should be able to see the differences.  If not, then just take my word for it.  If nothing else, I get better quality, faster speed, virtually no pauses, and loading the different areas is 2-3 times faster.  I do know that I can see distant things in the game that I could never see before.

Regardless, that is what I have been thinking about as far as Skyrim is concerned.  Great game – a lot of fun.

Zombies, on the other hand, ( I wouldn’t want them on either hand, really) are on my mind because I watched “The Walking Dead” Season 5 premier Thursday night (great!) and my daughter and I watched “World War Z” tonight (1st time for her, 3rd or 4th for me).  Those are two totally different depictions of zombies and both are handled differently.  In all honesty, I don’t think Rick and his TWD gang would be able to handle the WWZ baddies.  They are too numerous, too unpredictable, and too dang fast!  However, TWD has memorable and great characters in it that I want to see over a long time.  WWZ is a movie (a book, sure, but still…) and goes more for action and suspense over character building.  Again, two different aspects.  Both are great in their own way.

Why did I write about these two things tonight?  Just feeling a little like letting all of you into my head a bit.  Scared, yet?  I think you should be!!!

– Do you have any thoughts on different shows and/or movies and/or books that deal with the same subject but in totally different ways?  I would like to hear about them. Hint, hint – comments!

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Namaste,

Scott

Five Sentence Fiction – Moments – A Carolyn Adventure – R – Horror 1/4/14

Five Sentence Fiction –  A complete story (or good thought) composed in 5 full sentences.  Hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  After reading my entry below, click > HERE < to read the other selections!!!

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Moments

FSF – Scott L Vannatter

1/4/14

A Carolyn (Keeping Watch) Adventure

The man who stepped from the trees was gorgeous (in Carolyn’s eyes) with dark wavy hair, in his mid- thirties, muscular, fit, and eyes that could just knock the socks off even a seasoned model.

The axe he carried over his shoulder was not lost on Carolyn as she tried to speak first and keep the shaking out of her voice.

“Sir, my name is Carolyn and I am passing through the area looking for someplace safer than the city I just left.”

“Jordan, ma’am and this here is Billy, my boy and only family since …”

“I believe I understand…”

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The continuing adventures of Carolyn, all collected in Carolyn’s page on this blog.  Enjoy.  I certainly am.

Namaste,

Scott

Keeping Watch – Part 2

As promised, here is the second installment of my short story “Keeping Watch”.  It is looking to be longer than the 3 parts I originally thought, so please have patience as I doubt it will be finished next time.  It is shaping up well, I think, though you all are better judges for that.  Again, let me know about any errors you see or suggestions you have.  You are all wonderful and I look forward to hearing from  you.  Enjoy!

Part one – Here

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___Part Two___

Carolyn’s neck hurt as she snapped awake.  Looking at the watch she had taken from a jewelry store, she saw that she had only catnapped for a couple of hours.  She looked around and things were quiet for the moment.  She sighed.

She went into auto-mode, checking her inventory and it’s condition.  She emptied the two front pockets in her pants and the four in her jacket as well as the one in her blouse.  Carolyn stared in the dim moonlight at her life’s property all sitting in a little line.  She had her berretta, cleaned and accompanied by six bullets in the gun and two clips of six each.  The long straight hunting blade with the notches on top that could cut wire rounded out her arsenal.  Food was another thing altogether.  She had eaten about half of her bread and only had the small jar of olives to go with that.  The flask held about 2/3 of a cup of water now, almost half empty.  A pair of cotton work gloves, a lighter more than half full of fluid, a two ounce bottle of rubbing alcohol, her lock picks, 3 band aides, the small LED light, and 1 wrapped Hershey’s kiss (dark chocolate she was saving).  “It was not very much,” she thought,” but it would have to do for now.”  With that she moved closer to the kitchen room door and out of direct sight.  Then she tilted her head a bit for some much needed rest.

When Carolyn opened her eyes, she was a little alarmed and amazed.  It was daylight, meaning she had slept nearly twelve hours.  She was a little groggy from the sleep, but felt wonderfully refreshed, though hungry.  The bread was beginning to get fairly stale, so she ate it, opened the olives and ate about a third of them, finishing the flask of water afterwards.  There was enough pressure in the sink for about half the flask and she got the rest of the water by emptying both coffee makers.  She did find a pack of cinnamon gum and two rice cakes in a zip lock baggie all stashed in the back office desk.  There was some cheese, but she did not like the texture or the color, so she left it lying.  Her watch read seven forty-eight when she headed out into the dangerous silence of the town.

Her steps took her to the far end of town by noon.  She had seen no one and the night crawlers, her own term for the brain dead monstrosities that took over everything at sundown, would not be seen outdoors for hours.  She looked up as a shaft of reflected light struck her eyes.  The reflection came from a second story window in a suburban clinic.  She had never been to this one before.  Her mind told her to stay awake, but all she could think of was that, perhaps, there was some food, water, and antibiotics in the place.  It may have been picked clean, but she was willing to risk it being full of night crawlers to find out.

Her heart beat fast as she pushed on the door.  She sighed, getting ready for yet another lock picking session, when she realized the sign on the door read “pull”.  When she did, it opened into a reasonably lush front lounge.  She did not stop to open anything so as not to give herself away just yet.  The hall to the rooms was fairly dark, but many of those rooms had curtained small windows, allowing the rooms some luminescence.

The search of the first three rooms yielded nothing of value.  She entered the fourth and began quietly opening drawers.  At first, she had been a bit surprised that there were no night crawlers in the doctor’s area.  Then she remembered what the radio had mentioned about people leaving the hospitals and offices before becoming paralyzed, then coming back as night crawlers.  There were more out in the streets and alleys and even inside the stopped cars than inside medical places.  The other places hard hit were buildings where people had come in to work and succumbed there.  That was what bothered her, she realized, there were no doctors or nurses in here with her.  She was relieved, but cautious.

The drawers had some gauze, tape, and a small bottle of liquid soap.  She put all three items in her pockets, and then found a pair of scissors used for cutting tape.  She added that to her inventory as well, then left the room to go farther into the back where the storage rooms would be located.

The back door was locked, as she suspected a storage room would be.  It had not been broken down as had many of the ones she had looked at before.  About twelve minutes of tedious work and some quiet swearing found the lock popped and she turned the handle on the door.  It did not give way easily and she pushed harder, then with all she had.  The door came open and she realized the reason for the resistance as three night crawlers dressed in nursing uniforms came toward her.   Rather than back up, Carolyn pulled the door half closed and drew the hunting knife.  She did not want to use the bullets up or make the noise shooting the gun would entail.  She stuck the knife forward through the arms and into the eye socket of one creature.  There was a sickly pop as the eyeball exploded, then the body dropped as the knife dug into the brain tissue.

Carolyn knew that she did not have to get the brain in order to kill these things as you did with the zombies on the horror channels.  They still had to breathe and all.  She sliced the second one in the throat, getting the jugular in the process.  Carolyn backed up to avoid the blood spray, letting go of the door.  The third night crawler came clumsily out the opening and headed toward Carolyn.

She backed up and fell backwards, her foot getting tangled in a cord on the carpet.  The creature was slow, but Carolyn knew she could never get back up and collect the knife in time.  She pulled the berretta out of its holster, took aim, and fired.  The noise was loud in the enclosed hallway.  The projectile covered the few feet quickly and entered the head just above the left eye.  The bullets were hollow points.  The slug exploded once inside the skull taking out half of the brain matter and leftover hair.  The night crawler tilted backwards and dropped to the carpet.

Carolyn knew two things.  First, the bullet noise might well bring any other night crawlers in the building her way.  The second was that she was not leaving without looking in that room.  She had fought too hard to let it go.  She stood up and hurried back down the hall.

Using her light, she took a peek, opening the drawers and shelves quickly and somewhat quietly.  She estimated two minutes was all she had if anything else alive was in the building, and she was pretty certain there were.  There were too many rooms and such for it to be all empty.

After the two minutes had passed, she decided to leave with what she had found:  a doctor’s bag to carry her things in, two scalpels, some small splints, two bandage wrappings, a thermometer, two small clamps, several bottles of different types of capsules and tablets, three bottles of water, two small cans of tuna, several mustard packs, a manual can opener, another LED flashlight, and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

She put all the items in the doctor’s bag and headed toward the front door.  As she turned the corner, she saw several night crawlers trying to get in the back door at the end of the hall which, fortunately, had been locked for security reasons before the outbreak.  She ran to the front, looked out the door, then headed into the afternoon light toward the outskirts of town and somewhere to sleep for the night.  The situation was pretty habitual by now, but, with the doctor’s bag and its contents, her hopes were higher than they had been in weeks.

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Namaste,

Scott

FF – Friday Fictioneers – Shoes of the Past – R – Horror

It is time again for Friday Fictioneers hosted by RochelleW.  A full story of 100 words (+/-) based on the photo below is the calling for the day.  After reading my entry (following picture), please click > HERE < to see the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Copyright: Adam Ickes

Shoes of the Past

Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Carolyn walked through the dark room guided by sunbeams filtering through dirty skylights.   The jagged splotches of illumination somewhat resembled a checkerboard from hell.  She stopped, noticing a small wooden platform near several large panoramas of early American history.  The platform shone a bit more than the rest of the area and on top sat a pair of empty clod hoppers, farmer’s boots.  They almost seemed in place here in the museum with this exhibit – almost.

Carolyn crept over to the pair and examined them.  Nestled down inside each boot were the remains of a foot.  She drew the berretta.

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Thanks for reading another vignette from Carolyn’s story.  I have begun the longer version of the story and began by posting part one last night on my blog.  I hope to see you there.  As a side note – you have no idea how close  I came to calling this “Soles of the Past” 🙂

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Namaste,

Scott

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