Calling on your inner writer/creator! Also, trigger warning: Zombie story and all that that entails.
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A while back, my beautiful friend @headshot did this great little game she called “Your Actions,” where she wrote a section of a story, and encouraged others to write the next section, or to say what they would do. She then took parts from everyone’s suggestions and wrote the next chapter. It was erotic, fun, and filled with moral dilemmas. I loved it and asked if I could use the idea in a future project here on SG. Being the amazing person she is, she readily agreed, and I am finally ready to showcase my version of it.
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Instead of it being erotic and hot, I’m going with zombie-apocalypse. I’m going to do things a little differently, as you will eventually find out and there will be some intentional twists and surprises that I hope you like. I’ll leave it always on an open choice.
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Use the comments or DM me. Say what you’d do, or write the next piece, or take time and develop a character’s background, etc. You can draw art for it, or just state how it makes you feel, do a Cosplay, design a map. I sort of have an inkling to make this a community project for dark horror fun, provided we keep it wrangled and bundled together somehow. I guess if this ever becomes something bigger, then we’ll figure it out from there.
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Anyway, I’ll keep flushing out the whole thing as we go along, but for now, let’s start:
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After the Flesh – Pith – 001
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It all started when the nice young lady, Eve, from next door came home early from work, because she “wasn’t feeling good.” Apparently, she had parked, greeted your wife who was working in your yard, and quickly went into the house. Eve passed away in her bed before her husband could get home from work, 3 hours later. You came home to emergency vehicles blocking the street and Sharon, your wife, trying to call you on the cell phone.
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10 days later, you and Sharon are at the funeral for Eve, trying to provide condolences to Roger, Eve’s husband. Roger never really liked you, for some reason. He made no qualms about disliking your presence at his deceased wife’s funeral today. But you are there because it is the right thing to do, and you’ll leave as soon as it is polite to do so.
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The rain just starts to pour down as the priest finishes, and the casket starts being lowered. Suddenly, the casket starts to shake, and everyone can hear Eve saying, “Roger, please help me,” over and over. Everyone freezes in shock as the priest, who is instantly convinced some morbid prank is being enacted, rushes over and hefts the lid of the casket, which is now just about at ground level.
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The horror. Eve’s bloated and dead face grinning in a rictus as she reaches up and grabs the priest around the torso and pulls him into the half-opened lid, still saying “Roger, please help me.” You can’t see everything that is happening inside the casket now, but judging by the loud crack, the priest folding in half backwards and his scream ending abruptly, you just know you didn’t want to see more. Years of pop culture stories instantly jump to the forefront of your brain, and you think "Well, this is it. This is the Zombie Apocalypse."
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What is your next step?
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I hope to find some people who want to participate, or this will be over really quick. Lol.
Check out part 2! After the Flesh - Pith - 002
