When video-game enthusiast Karl came close to Death, his life was changed forever. Before that, he was stuck in a rut, living at home with his 22-year old step mother without any hope of fulfilling his dream.
The only question on Karl's mind was how to create his own Zombie Apocalypse. He'd been playing videos games for years, but he wanted to shoot zombies in real life. It was his purpose, and he had to do everything in his power to make it happen.
And after witnessing Death, he figured out a way to make it happen.
The world would never be the same.
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I stopped, standing still, straining my senses, remaining motionless, and tried to understand the perception of wrongness. I expanded my senses out in all directions, but couldn’t narrow it down to more than the feeling that something felt wrong. No, I got a little bit more than that – something was going to happen. Something terrible.
The perception faded, and I stood still a few moments longer, wondering if it would return. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and shrugged, no matter.
What will be will be, I thought.
My journey continued, and I passed hundreds of dilapidated buildings with smashed windows and bars covering every opening. Soon I arrived at the doorstep of a crack house, gliding straight through the closed door. Invisible, I slid past a dozen oblivious drug addicts as they lay prone in different positions, scattered around what used to be a living room. Within a short time, I crossed into a bedroom where six more drug users were lying on the floor in assorted states of unconsciousness. My eyes focused on a young woman, Tina, seventeen years old, only seconds from death.
I watched as her body failed and her eyes glazed over. Silently, without intervening, I observed the process and waited for the exact right moment when the body died, and beyond the possibility of resuscitation.
A few more minutes passed. Tina’s heart stopped beating, and her brain died from lack of oxygen. At that moment, the time when the flesh died, I reached into her body, through the skin and muscle, and into the heart.
I frowned. It wasn’t there. No matter, she had to be here somewhere, inside her body. I continued searching, moving my hands around through the dying organs. Inside her liver? Nope. Spleen? No. Hmmm. Where was she hiding? Ah, yes, here, in the intestines.
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Italian
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