Who would've thought a college class could finally be interesting? I'm just ready to start the duct taping! I thought that was the most interesting part of the whole lecture, and honestly I hope we encounter something like that soon. This should be a very interesting few weeks. Honestly I almost threw the egg against the white board after she handed to me, but cleaning it up would've been a hassle I wouldn't want to deal with. Seeing the expressions and the reactions from the room would've been very interesting though. What is to come next? So those are my thoughts on how the first class went! YOOOOOOOOOOO
Christopher McKee N190 Spring 2010 2-23-2010 Target audience, genre
Gender: Both Male and Female
Age: 18-40
Interests: are disorder in society, revolutions, abstract ideas, and wasting time in front of technology.
Habits: consist of Drugs, Alcoholism, and anything to keep the mind from plotting the next zombie escape.
Other things they like to watch or read: The majority would enjoy Max Brooks Novels, such as the Zombie Survival Guide, and many of George Romero’s film works.
What they do in their spare time: Plot escapes, tactics, and any other key points for survival.
Things they buy: Zombie Survival Guide, Rations for Apocalypse,
Where they live: Small houses, garages, basements, any location that is loosely populated.
Income level: 0-25,000
Maximum education level: Bachelors
Anything else that is relevant: The target audiences for this story are obsessive, crude, but enjoy gore and the thought of surviving when others cannot.
Sabine Clover died in Cannon City, Colorado after experiencing the infection of the once fatal T1Y3 virus. Due to the level of security, the CDC placed a strict hold Mrs. Clover’s record, denying any further details of her death.
Sabine was born on July 27, 1985 in Stuttgart, Germany. Her family knew her for her kindness and brilliant personality. She was attending the UCCS College as a full-time student in Colorado Springs, pursuing a major in Sociology. Her hobbies included writing, swimming, hiking, and be fully indulged with nature.
Her husband, Max Clover, passed away shortly before Sabine. The two had no children, and Andrea Maxwell preceded Sabine as the last parent.
The funeral will be privately held at the Jones Burrow funeral home. The CDC has yet to release Mrs. Clover, but regardless an empty casket will be supplied in loving memory of her time upon this Earth. Mrs. Clover never made any direct affiliations of her religious ties, though Andrea Maxwell declared her devout Christian following in the last months of her living.
“Shit shit shit” her mind is racing and her possibilities are limited, what can she do, what will she do? This redheaded beauty never lifted a finger beyond accepting a compliment, having a life of being catered to definitely doesn’t reap rewards in the survivor aspect. Her delicate foot now rests jammed between the floorboards, compliments of searching in a rotten abandoned home. Luckily her friends darted off in an attempt to find “help,” but she knows her cowardly friends all too well. The clock is melting away, and so are her options.
The adjacent door begins rattling and the horrific wailing intensifies. The moans are beyond her ability of understanding, how can one feel so much terror? Frantically she attempts to tug and tug on her ankle, but the pain is all too much to handle, as it clearly is broken. Is this a dream? Am I coherent? The room slows its pace, the dust particles become ever so visible, and the once abandoned house enjoys its visitors. Her concept of time is no longer humanly, she is a goddess now; accepting the fate that stands before her. The wailing halts, her breathing calms itself, and what felt like hours is minutes. Not a sound, not an irregular breathe comes from her mouth, she knows now. The door breaks beyond its tethered blockade of boards, and dozens of mindless beasts flood through surrounding her frail endangered body.
They now stand inches away snapping and snarling as the prey lays helpless. Her friends are not coming back, her last humanly conversations are of the past, she mutters a helpless prayer so softly and confidently. How beautiful she lays, how amazing her eyes glisten regardless of the rolling tears, how majestic the scene unravels before her. They flutter from side to side observing her, do they observe her brilliance, or that rabbit stuck in its cage peeping in fear. The beasts continue to glare and flare from the distance; they still have not killed her, but wait. Why is she still living? Why toy with her? The room darkens and the cloud of energy before her is fondly recalled, what a comfort to have such a presence, how lovely a visitor has came in her hour of darkness. Who does not enjoy company? She stares in its aura, as the beasts continue to circle her, enjoying their ritual. She stares so deeply, this is a trick, could it be that face she once knew and loved? The face emits a smile, it is what she thought, she is no longer alone. The room turns black, her hair falls upwards, and her head rocks to the floor. Her visions spiral out of control and her subconscious begins its dream state.
Ah Sabine it is good to see you again babe. Max always knew how charm a woman, but unfortunately no other women have the pleasure of knowing such secrets. Sabine would always be his, or at least that is what everyone thinks in the peak of his or her so-called “love”. His scruffy beard and glowing smile always won her heart. His smell emanated in the air, all she could do was soak in the beauty of today’s day. Some days are just meant for perfection, and today felt that way. Quite simply said he was her drug, and she had to get her fix or withdrawals started. Prior to Max Sabine never trusted a man with her secrets, her father beat her mother until she fled her home to stay with Max at 17. Her firm face and body, shows little wear, regardless of the divorce she was always treated like nobility, even when she moved out. He should be lucky of course, she is the talk of the town, and she knows it. Colorado always was her home, she moved from city to city there, but her newest home with Max is in Canon City, small quiet, the way she enjoys her peace with him.
Eventually Max her fiancé dies, she has to kill him after he becomes infected. They both are walking down a street and a car slams into a boy, Max tries to help the boy, but the boy coughs blood on him and is rushed to the hospital. Max goes back home with Sabine, turns infected and tries to kill her, she shoots him with his .38 and escapes to find friends. The town is turning and they are pushed out of their house to escape the intruders, they find an old abandoned building in safety but she becomes stuck, the story links back up there. She sees energy, and is going crazy in this state of the world, and thinks she sees him, but blacks out and has a flashback. I will expand on the flashback and have it link up to where she wakes up, and continue the story, and then finish it!
