GIRL WITH THE UGG BOOT
5:30 PM Down on Jefferson Street.
Holy shit I know what is happening to me I thought about the tiny Indian woman (Baby Horse) biting me and than UGG girl.
Fuck, Wait. What is that? Is that my cell phone, it must have fallen out of my pocket? I had it all this time. Finally I can see better, oh wow I can see perfectly now. A green light flash as a texted was shown on the screen. I have a text from Alex– zombies brother I win you owe me ten dollar. Then just below that – Get out of the city NOW! Darn, ten dollars. Wait am I saying I’m a fucking zombie. Gosh the shit really hit the fan in only six hour. Ok, one leg in front of the other awesome I’m just like a baby horse, learning to walk. There is the front door to the building. I starving, just as he thought the words an inhuman sound came from his mouth. What is that running towards me? It’s that fuck women with the pull bag and she still pulling that fucking suitcase. Oh I think I want to eat her, yes come on you little Gnome. Gosh she also looks like a Cornish hen as she waddles toward my building. Dam, the woman was sidelined by a huge dud with a monkey suit on. How only a foot or so from the door to my building. I cannot see anything through the glass door as my hand are still useless again the door. Maybe I should find food first then come back here? Yes that’s what I’ll do. Now he faced the street looking fresh flesh. His tie had been torn into and his shirt stained with blood. He moved slightly forward, suddenly the door flew open pushing him forward. He turned and there she stood.
He lay on the ground next to her boots. She knelt at his side, her right hand on his chest as his brain sparked one final time. He could see her face as the tear fell to the ground her red sweater had been torn in the front. His final thought – Wow she so hot! She reached down and grabbed hold of the Black and silver Parker pen from his eye socket. She stood above him and said in a low soft voice - I’m sorry.