The next prefect present

My world was doomed; my family was full of dead, bloody, disgusting, brain less, smelling idiot and bilateral zombies. My car was dead too. I was bruised and lines of blood went down from my head to my chin like in an action movie. My vision was blurry and a thousand zombies charged towards me. (This was a short recap if you forgot to read the first part.)

My phone buzzed and I had no other choice but to attend my last call as a human. I scooped deep in my never ending pocket. It was full of stuff I never needed so I started cleaning a little bit. The first thing to come out of my pocket was a cigarette, a parking ticket, a pen, a duck (don’t know how it got in there), a hundred dollar bill, some coins from different countries and a chewed gum. Finally I reached my brand new I-pone.
All that effort was for nothing because the stupid technology was so advanced that I had to read the ten thousand page booklet with it. As I went through it the zombie squad charged towards me, faster than a snail but slower than a man with no legs. I finally got the hold of the technology and picked up the phone.

‘Yo, speak to me man’’, I said as I was about to die.

‘I am not a man you ignorant fool’’, came a voice from the other end of the network void.

‘Who are you?’ I asked

‘if you want to survive then you must give me your most important thing’

‘No thanks. My I-phone is new and I won’t trade it’

‘I was talking about your soul’

‘Oh that blue imitated hologram of me! Ya you can have it’

As I pushed the phone back into my pocket, the clouds over my head started moving clock wise and a bright white light came down from it. The breeze brought a message of death. Stale and mystical. A lady appeared in the light. She descended as seconds passed and the zombies bowed their broken and decaying heads. The lady floating in the air was beautiful. Her skin was white, white like a dead human frozen in ice. Her hair was long and pink, just like some one diluted his blood with water and the color faded away. Her eyes were black, as black as the darkest corner of hell. She wore a kimono, black with printed branches of a cherry blossom tree, just like a natural head stone on your grave.
As she landed on the earth, she spoke to me in a sweet voice. A voice sweeter than death.
‘to survive you must surrender your soul to me.’

‘Ya! Ya! Take what all you want.’

‘ for that to happen you must look into my eyes.’

‘Yes I am.’

‘no your looking 30 centimeters south of your destination and I am finding that rude!’

I was too amazed to answer. I was looking at something more interesting than her boring talks and so I got punished. She took out a thunder bolt from under the sleeves of her dress and zapped me.

Ouch!!!!

I turned to dust and still that beautiful witch stole my soul. Now I am a soulless heap of dust with black sun glasses depending on the wild winds to carry me.

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We all bleed, bleed from the depths of the slimy thing that is mentioned in the bible and stuff science can not explain. Also my birth day is coming so buy me a gift or ill drag you to an expensive gift shop and blow off your hard earned money...