The Murder

During a fight violent screams, swears and curses pitch the air. People use guns and sticks.

I had none. In the air silence screamed. My friend shivered. A frown had hooked up on her face as fright took over. Yes, the idea of two helpless girls locked up in a room with a merciless shadow gives goosebumps. All I had to offend the enemy was a broom, the only thing I could find in the haste. No matter how puny a broom may sound like, it was a mark of strength for me at the time, when nothing else was available.

Again...two young girls locked up in a room with a scary stranger...slithering its way from one bed to another...the creeps that frozen smile would give...two young girls on the verge of wounding themselves badly....with swollen throats and tightened facial muscles...eyes bulging out, bruises on their backs...a lifeless color haunting their bodies...it could be, in short, a MURDER.

The guard outside had retreated from the fight with the stranger. Now it was just the two of us...and of course the horrendous shadow.

We circled around like in a boxing ring. Our scared wimps and moans were the cheering crowd, and the stranger's sudden leaps were the ringing bells. "time out!" they would say...and then each brave move I'd make with my broom to defend myself would be a break to the "three, two, one..."

I attempted several unsuccessful shots at the advancing shadow...but what good could a broom do? The stranger smirked at my helpless hit and trial. I was suddenly breathless. It was suffocating in the locked room. I looked around at the four walls that grew closer and closer to us. Would we ever be saved? It was either the stranger or the phobia that would kill us both. Teyni pulled at the sleeve of my shirt. I tried to give her some of my fake courage by nodding and shaking myself back up, clearing my throat. A crooked smile was enough to unveil my secret.

The circling continued, added to it was the hiding, ducking, jumping and rarely bending back parallel to the ground dramatically in slow motion. :D

The stranger became impatient with two utterly hyperactive and disrespectful hostages. It had never seen frightened people in so much action before. Therefore, not foreseeing the circumstances, the stranger dived towards me.
A shriek escaped my dry mouth as I blindly shot a sixer at the offender. Teyni leaped up, her hand smacking in my face and making me shriek louder, and this once, multiple times in a row. This made her to scream in return. The pin-drop silence turned into a clatter. Teyni threw her precious scarf in the direction of the "six" I had made...just as an innocent attempt to save me if the shadow survived.

Suddenly dead silence took over. Teyni was shaking. I was frozen to death...the offender had vanished. At last the heat of the very recent incidents melted me, and I plucked courage to peek beneath the scarf...something wriggled underneath. Teyni and I screamed together. :D

*girls*

The lizard had let go of its tail in surrender. I sighed as relief crossed my mind at last. We unlatched the door and threw the corpse out with our dissection gloves on. :P

To celebrate our first official murder in hostel, we ordered burgers and had a little dance party in the room. As we munched on the crispy meal, I grinned. When Teyni asked me about it, I exclaimed, "I must admit we looked like the Flinstones back then!"

Zombieland

Home: a warm word with so many memories and so much joy, where people are pure inside out unlike the world outside. The world outside is Zombieland, with their hair and teeth growing, to frighten you and then to eat you up, respectively. :D There are only two ways you can keep the Zombies out of your way: to shoot them...or to show them the middle finger.

As I don't have license to kill, I've been doing the latter lately, but the Zombies have become immune to getting abused so often. Let me describe the Zombies. The Zombies are two-headed, one to show and the REAL one to hide. The one to show has normal-sized teeth along with other very human features. The other is GREEN and MEAN with vampire canines and a pretty greasy tongue; the evil Mojo-Jojo brain is always at work! Some Zombies are the leaders, who tell other Zombies what to do. The other Zombies listen and work accordingly, because their brain present in the “head to hide” never developed fully, so they can't make strategies themselves and are foolish enough to be used by the Leader Zombies for their personal benefit. The Leader Zombies think that getting back at humans for their mistakes makes them a winner, and they laugh about it. Had they known that humans “know better” and that the Zombies “aren't worth it”, they would realize that they're just wasting the little time they have in this life, the time that humans are spending munching on chocolate, drinking cola, listening to music and writing a blog like I am. :D

Sometimes the Zombies change their identities to pose as humans to get back at them. They think they're so clever that humans can't realize WHAT KIND they truly are. They have lots and lots of fun fooling around with a fake identity that they forget what it's bringing to them. Because in famous legends when they laugh too hard they forget about themselves in the end. What a tragedy.

*sad violin* =P

There is a time when the Zombies realize what other Zombies are actually doing, and then they fight among themselves. That is the time when humans sit back with a big bowl of cheesy popcorn and WATCH. It's a cold war, like that between Zombies and humans, so the target thinks they're so cool until they're shot. :D

Zombies can never be united. You know why? Because after all, they are ZOMBIES. Had they been humans, would they have had the sense of unity and would have known the value of staying together as ONE.

Don't be Zombie.

Be human.

The Laptop Buzz: Part I

Our favorite time-pass in college was taking trips to the I.T. department, asking the coordinators twenty times a day about the hoped-for free laptops. With shine in our eyes we would head to their office, but the Grim would follow us everywhere, sucking all the joy and hope out like dementers. At last we came to believe that we would never be lucky enough to run our fingers on a free personal computer, or punch in digital notes with the triumph of a winner. =(  Not everybody was being rewarded with a laptop, only students with high educational achievements were honored so. As we would walk out of the coordinators' office, the Grim would laugh at us mockingly.

At last the blue moon shone, emerging from within a mob of retreating shadows. The date for the distribution of laptops in our city came nearer and nearer, and the adrenaline level rose and rose, until the excitement erupted in finding "someone who wants a red laptop in exchange of a black one?". :D

...but what happened in "The Moment Between Cause and Effect"? Look thus...

The day was hot. :/ It was three in the evening. I was sitting under the blessed fan in the college cafeteria, munching on crushed ice that I got for free in a disposable glass. I was waiting for the first bus to start so I could push my way through the imaginary crowd in my mind and glide in like Superman. :D

Temperatures rising, I saw students crowding on the road like colorful tides, like a mixture of shades on a palette or hues splashing in the air to celebrate Holi. The heat was frustrating, but the hope of a fruitful tomorrow kept everyone in high spirits.

The buses swallowed these tides in a matter of minutes, and headed in style to a temporary stop: Divisional Public School...but I was still stuck in college. The "superman" in me wasn't feeling so fly after all. I decided to wait for the last bus, in hope that I wouldn't have to be transported all the way with the side of my face pressed against the glass window. :D
Result: I still had to be transported all the way with the side of my face pressed against the glass window. =/
As soon as i hopped in (one of the last ones to get into the bus), a senior squeezed her way through and settled right beside me; I was already in a tight spot, right in front of the door. Her fitting in practically pushed me to a side with a bump, and a speed breaker proved to be further helpful by slapping the side of my face against the glass window. :D It was a horrible nightmare come true.

We breathed again only when we walked into the school, headed to the cafeteria and bought chilled fizzy drinks. Wiping the sweat off my temple, I walked around exploring the building, found the auditorium, and soon was disappointed to know half of our college had already discovered it. Suffocation forced me out again, and I stalked the shadows of tall trees around, seeking haven under their thick canopies till the big college crowd would move again. At last a lot of chaos among the teachers ended and we walked the rest of the way to Iqbal Stadium...the Final Destination. :D