Posted on January 24, 2018
A Tragic End
I bit my lip, avoiding letting the words in my mind come out.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Malcolm asked inquisitively.
I sighed, looking down at the ground.
“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I haven’t told you because I’m scared you will be mad.” I whispered looking at the campfire.
“What is it?” Malcolm said grabbing my hand, gently stroking my thumb.
He then screamed a blood curdling scream that echoed off the surrounding trees.
I quickly looked up from the fire and saw that he was holding a hand.
“What happened? Who’s hand is that?” I asked him, frantically looking around our camp.
He stood there looking at me in horror. He raised a finger and pointed to my side. I looked down and realized that my hand had come off fully. Panic set into my body as I saw him backing away from me.
“I can explain, Malcolm. I promise. I didn’t think this would happen!” I said with tears clouding my vision.
“You’re one of them! You lied to me, you said you wouldn’t do the experiment. I trusted you!” Malcolm shouted.
“We needed the money! Where did you think that rent money came from? I had to give up part of my brain for us. I didn’t think it would turn me into this–this thing!” I screamed back at him.
“This thing? This thing?! You haven’t even accepted it. I can’t believe it.” Malcolm said, disgust creeping into his voice. “Accept it, you’re a zombie. You betrayed us, you’re a sellout.”
I sunk to the ground, weeping. Of course I had seen the signs coming. My thoughts would creep into strange places. Sometimes my vision would blur and I would have an almost animal instinct to run.
The only time I ever acted on my zombie instincts was when I killed an animal while Malcolm was getting supplies in town. A weird blackout came over me and next thing I knew my hands were in a rabbit, my mouth covered in its blood. I had eaten the rabbit’s brain without even thinking about it.
I thought that it would stop there, that my symptoms wouldn’t evolve. But here we are, my hand fully detached from my body.
Malcolm looked at me with anger filling his eyes. He turned and threw my hand into the forest. The soft thump of the hand landing was the only sound between us.
“What did you think would happen? I mean you read what they were going to do to you during the experiment,” Malcolm asked harshly.
“They said that they were only taking part of my brain. Then they would replace the rest with the AI bot thing. Everyone else who did the experiment had their entire brain removed and replaced. That’s why I thought it wouldn’t happen to me. I promise Malcolm, I couldn’t have foreseen this,” I said.
“I would have foreseen this. I would have predicted this. You should have told me,” Malcolm whispered with a tear rolling down his cheek.
“I know, but I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t need you to go through more than you needed,” I explained.
“Well, you know what I have to do. I can’t let you hurt other people. I’m so sorry…” Malcolm said with more tears streaming down his face.
He raised his arm, it was shaking violently. Malcolm was holding a shotgun in his hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said to him as he moved towards me putting the cold gun to the back of my head.
I could feel him hesitating, avoiding doing the deed.
“Malcolm, you gotta do it.”
With one last final sigh, he squeezed the trigger and made the world zombie count one less.
He stroked my hand lovingly & it fell off with a sickening noise. I lied to him. I didn’t tell him part of my brain was gone and replaced with AI. I was turning into them, a zombie. He had to do it, but he didn’t want to. Shaking, he took the gun and killed me. #ds106 #theend106 pic.twitter.com/EZLzZVfc1P
— cypherpunk106 (@cypherpunk106) January 24, 2018
Behind the Process
The one thing I found difficult about this story was actually writing a story. I always am very specific and want my end result to be perfect. Today, I learned the valuable lesson of creating just to create. However, I did find it easy to find gifs to insert into this post to set the mood. I think that this was something I did well as I curated gifs that matched the vibe of the story. Something I wish I did better was reading the directions of the assignment. In the first posting, I didn’t understand how to write this blurb here. Fortunately, Martha told me what to do. I really did like this assignment as it allowed me to write and play with some digital aspects (gifs).