I did this for my history class. we had to do a short story based around a historic event. however, you could not say the event straight out.
I have a few zombie refrences, and even a forum refence. can you find them all?
Also, can you guess which historic event it is?
THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT.
Jessica was born to a wealthy family, her dad a professer at Nyack collee, and her mother, susan dempsey, was The daughter of A War Hero with many sponsor
ships, such as klondike.
Jessica had had a great life, going though private schools all her life. As she grew older, she took akin to the buisnees industry.
She applied To Werth Industries, INC. at only 16. she was accepted for her profound knowledge of buissness operations.
This Job Was in New York city, 50 Miles from the family home. she trandferred there and in 1985, took the job.
Things went great for jessica, finding a steadly boyfriend of 5 years. She still dreamed on day he would propose, but he still didnt.
They both had a great passion for video games, in fact, thats how they met. they met while playing nazi zombies together.
she always remembered the amazing things zombies could do to people....
Jessica had her own apartment, known as the bell on fifth. When she first moved in, she called it "die glocke", as to imply it was a tortue chamber. she
wasn't allowed out after 6pm, so it was somewhat.
She had enjoyd life, alwys having a great time with her boyfreind. they had regular dates, playing zombies online. She
knew his real name was tim, but she simply called him "carbon", for his gamertag, which was CarbonFibah. "Carbon"
was very wealthy and enjoyed life. He ran a forum and was heavily involved in other sites. They both knew they loved each other,
or so jessica thought.
Tim had troubles. big troubles. he got caught in a drug ring, all due to his health. he was incarcerated and from jail, he called jesscia to brake up wtih her.
jesscia took it hard, got caught in in drugs and crime. she hated herself, going from amateur buissnes woman of the year to "dirty diana" as some calle dher.
she had been taking rehad classes in the World trade center, her former office building. she did this on purpose, as seeing her old office made her want to quit more.
she took the classes up through 2000, and in april 2001 graduated. she finally had a gig. and interview in september.
the day finally came, ad she mad eher way to the 50th level. the day was beautiful, almost too nice. as she walked through the city,
she saw the normal. buissness people, construction workers,a nd tourists.
As she got to the office, she felt nervous. she had to get some smack. now. as she pulled it out of her purse, her eyes flamed with a
lust, though not for sex, but for the drugs. she pushed it into her veins, feeling the sudden relief of stress. she peeked out o the starwell, into the office
as she did, she saw a calendar. it was the 11th, her lucky number. that was all she saw. she hit the floor into blackness.
later, she awoke. the smell of somke burned her nose. blood poured from her ear. she looked up into the sky. she hought she msut have it too hard, but
she pinched herslef. awake. she clambered up, making her way up to the 5th level. as she climed up, she saw ornage moving about, signaling a fire on the 50 level. she reached it,
and realized the building had been plowed into by something. the stairwell was cut straight throguh the 50th level.
she peekd up onto the 50th level, and saw total destrution. everythin was black. smoke everywere. dead bodies. plane peices.
plane peices? she shot up and picnhed her self again. as she did, she noticed the needle stil her arm. she also notcied she couldnt hear.
how had see gone deaf?
see saw bodies everywhere. cell phones had melted to their ears. she turned in horror.
se tumbled to the floor, not knowing wht to do.
she felt a sudden shake. she started going down, as if in an elevator.
then she noticed it. the building was going down.
jessica got her phone, send her parents a txt, and lay down for death.
susan sat on the couch. watching the headlines "alien attack" "bombers" "us fires misseld on WTC"
"plane crashed into WTC"
she didnt know wha to believe.
she heard a sound, a sound she hadnt heard in years. it wa sher daughters designated ringtone. she picked p her phoe, slowly opened and it, and saw the piture.
she dropped thephone, screaming in horror. as the phone hit the marble floow, the screen went black.
Subject: My history short story with zombie/forum infusions 
Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:15 pm
