Near The Gulf Shore, Warnings of The End Times
A black tide erodes the beach near where Samuel Barcinek grew up. That pungent sulphury scent blows into his bungalow. He smokes a blunt the size of Florida as he lays in his hammock. The ghost of a woman who drowned in the backyard pool in 1978 stands watching him from a couple meters away. Her flesh is the color of bronze, she is naked except for a belt around her neck.
"You can come sit down if you want, i'd offer you a hit of this but you know, ghosts can't smoke or eat or not be creepy." Samuel says while staring at the night sky
"Well, that's not true, I actually have a few ghost friends and they've been telling me some fucked up shit is about to go down. They've been saying it for weeks. That's not the reason I've been hold up in this bungalow though. Want to hear the real reason I've been hiding away on the Gulf Coasts for two years?"
The ghost woman continues to quietly stare without any hint of acknowledgement. Her face is quite beautiful, Samuel had gotten a glimpse of her before laying down. He posited she could have been some kind of model or actress back whenever she had been alive. Or some rich guy's trophy wife given the neighborhood.
"You're such a good listener. It's because a women broke my heart, isn't that some weak shit? Samuel Barcinek, lead singer and guitarist of The Ghouls, famous punk rocker anarchist badass, got his little bitty heart broken by the love of his life! I literally have a song called "You Can't Eat My Heart, If I Don't Have One". It goes like this, dah dah daaah duh dah."
Still nothing from the ghost woman.
"Uh eh, well i'm going to go inside and watch some television. If you're looking for somebody to help you right some wrong from when you were living or save some dumb kid who fell into the ocean you're out of luck. I'm retired from humanity. Feel free to keep staring at me through the window for as long as you like."
The ghost woman raises her arm and points toward something in the living room. In a Cuban accented voice she says, "Watch."
Samuel is used to these riddles, wraiths expend a lot of energy communicating with the living. He realized quickly that she wanted him to watch the television.
"Something happening on television? YouTube? If you wanted to watch the Kardashians you could have just asked."
The ghost woman manifests a look of annoyance.
"Just kidding, relax. You're not going to tell me what the rest of you have been telling me lately? Because I have to call bullshit. Then again I am talking to a hot naked ghost woman whose apprently into some hardcore BDSM or their rich husband murdered them."
Samuel put out the blunt and made his way into his 1950s styled bungalow. The ghost followed him inside and waited for him to find the correct channel. When he arrives at CNN, the woman motions for him to stop.
The video feed is of a female reporter in New York City standing beside barricades. She tells the news anchor that The Brooklyn Hospital Center is just the latest medical facility that has been quarantined and closed down. That what the government is calling Prolonged Comatose Disease has affected all fifty states as of her report. Congress has approved a nationwide lockdown along with twenty two other countries.
He changes channels to the local news where the police chief is giving a press conference. The look on his face is a mixture of weary grimness and forced confidence. He tells the gathered reporters that sightings of people wandering aimlessly are those afflicted with PCD who were unable to reach the hospital before entering into the delirium phase of the disease. He asserts that a few of them did attack a group of teenagers earlier today but that rumors of cannibalism were fabricated by internet conspiracy theorists.
"Motherfucker, so you're telling me this zombie shit is really going down?"
The ghost nods her head. She then turns around to leave. Before she disappears, she tells Samuel, "You will be needed."
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I'll go ahead and tell you that the apocalypse won't happen over the course of just a few days but this is the beginning. Samuel Barcinek has some decisions to make. How does he react to this revelation?
[ ] You immediately think of that bitch who broke your heart, you still love her and you need to make sure she's alright. She doesn't reply to any of your texts or phone calls but you're certain she would still be living in New Orleans. You pack up your car and head that way.
[ ] Remember you told the hot ghost woman that you're retired from humanity, you decide to barricade your bungalow for the rest of the night, you'll need supplies so you have to make a couple trips to Home Depot and Publix
[ ] This is heavy shit and tonight might be the last chance you get to throw a rager of a party, you make some phone calls and within a couple hours you're high as a kite and having a party with two dozen other people
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