Juhyoung Lee, Pd 7, 5/12/23

 Modern Mythology 2023

Name: Juhyoung Lee

PD: 7

5/12/23

Creativity & Fiction

The streets were littered with bodies. Every direction I looked, a crimson stain fell into my view. Car alarms, firefighter sirens, and the harsh banging of gunshots filling the street with noise. The scream of metal ripping and tearing. Fires ate all in their path. The living died and the dead came back to life. As I layed in a pool of my own blood, my vision faded and the sharp sting of teeth ripping into my neck subsided. Then I joined the bodies.

The next time I opened my eyes, the fires had subsided and the only sounds were the shuffling of empty feet. But I only noticed my hunger. When was the last time I ate? I couldn’t remember. The sun went down and the moon filled its place.

I felt no fatigue. I needed no sleep. All night I wandered. I stumbled and fell. I looked down at my legs only to see that my toes pointed in opposite directions. On my right leg my heel led the way with my toes following right behind. Were my leg always like that? I couldn’t remember. 

I felt no pain. My legs moved and that all I needed. The sun filled the sky again and I wandered. My hunger only grew. Where am I going and what am I doing? I just kept on limping. The Sun fell beneath the ground and the moon rose up

Finally I spotted a meal. They ran on two legs and screamed. The shuffling of empty feet quickened into a mindless run. I ran too. They ran behind a swinging wood wall with a cross on the front. We were hungry. Smashing into the door, we scraped and tore away. I hit a weaker wall. It shattered as I charged into it. The wall turned into a dance of colors as it broke. We were in. BANG. We kept coming. BANG. The little foods and the big foods kept running. We ripped and tore away, eating everything in our path. I set my eyes on the biggest morsel. It was big, plump and held a little morsel and a wood stick that made loud noises. It went through another wood swinging wall. It ran and we ran after it. We were faster. We grabbed the big morsel but the little morsel slipped away. The feast screamed and struggled. We ripped and tore. The sun fled and the moon rose. They joined the bodies.