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Bob, the continuing story. (aka part 7)

So I know that me just updating you guys on my book is probably getting really boring, but just know that I don’t want to write what happens next.

I’ll give you an excerpt to read because  I forgot that I’m supposed to blog on Wednesdays.

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Together, Alex, Bob, and Shirley moved one of the heavier desks in front of the door to the stairwell, and another in front of the elevator just for good measure.

As they worked, Bob and Shirley questioned Alex.

“What were you trying to get from here? And why?” Bob asked as they lifted a second desk onto the first.

“Well, after people started acting so strange I figured I should loot what I could, you know?” Alex smirked, “This office wasn’t my first choice, but I thought I could at least trade some computers for food or whatever.”

Shirley snorted, and Alex continued. “Look lady, it was like 3 in the morning. I was stoned out of my mind, and I wasn’t exactly thinking anything beyond ‘oh my god zombies’”

“Alex, these aren’t zombies,” Shirley said, “Zombie implies living dead. These people are neither living nor dead.”

“What are you saying, Shirley?” Bob dropped a pile of vending machine snacks.

“I think they’re possessed by something,” Shirley said quietly.

Bob and Alex looked at each other, then at Shirley.

“Elaborate?” Bob asked, but Shirley shook her head. “It’s just a theory, and not a very good one at that. Let’s get to work.”

Shirley and Bob began dragging yet another desk toward the door to the stairwell. Alex didn’t move.

“Well, skinny one, come and help us,” Shirley snapped, “These doors aren’t going to barricade themselves.”

Alex still stood in one spot, and looked at Shirley curiously.

“You seem like a pretty smart dame,” he said, “So how do you think you’re going to survive in a place like this for more than a few hours? We need to find more survivors.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Bob growled, shoving the desk against the door. “Fly outta here?”

“Not exactly,” Alex began pacing, “But it’s going to sound just about as crazy.”

“I’m listening,” Shirley sighed, and Alex smiled.

“We’re going to need more fire extinguishers.”

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The crowd downstairs had quieted. Dusk was falling. Occasionally a voice would whine, “I’m so hungry…”

An ominous atmosphere settled on the office building.

The door at the bottom of the stairwell opened slightly, and Alex peered out.

“Ready, you two?”

Whether or not Bob and Shirley nodded remains unknown, but Alex didn’t care.

“Hey, zombie scum! Come and get me!” he shrieked, his voice cracking, and he sprinted headlong from the stairwell across the office, toward the back door.

“I’m so hungry,” one of the strange voices cried, and a figure stumbled after Alex. It was soon joined by more.

Bob and Shirley watched as the first floor emptied, then snuck out into the demolished area.

Each was brandishing a fire extinguisher, and had another crudely strapped to their back with duct tape.

A movement in the corner caught Bob’s attention, and he started, aiming the extinguisher at it.

“I’m so hungry?” a voice whined, and a shape stepped out of the shadows.

Shirley gasped.

It was a woman, dressed in jeans and a camisole—but she didn’t have eyes.

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Again, to be continued– but I don’t think I shall be posting anymore direct excerpts. I can’t give away plot details, of course– and there’s a doozy of a plot detail in the very next sentence.

Suspense!

Bob pt. 6 and an announcement concerning Bob.

The front door slammed.

“Hello?” the voice called out again.

Shirley grabbed Bob’s hand and dragged him toward the first door that presented itself– a conference room.

They sneaked in and closed the door gently. Bob collapsed on the floor, gasping. He felt around in his pockets for his inhaler as Shirley cautiously peered out the tiny window.

She started and ducked as a shadow went by the window. The voice outside was grumbling to itself. Bob took a deep breath.

“Could’ve sworn I head voices in here that weren’t freaky,” it suddenly shouted.

Bob and Shirley exchanged a significant look, and as the grumbling outside receded Shirley stood. “Damn,” she punched her open palm, “What I wouldn’t give to have a fire extinguisher right now!”

“Stay here,” she ordered, “And follow me when I call you.”

“Shirley–” Bob started, but she was already outside the room, stealthily moving toward the fire extinguisher in the hall.

Bob watched as she silently took it down and stalked toward the break room. She moved out of sight, and Bob clenched his jaw.

Throwing caution to the wind, he ran out of the conference room and through the deserted office. Sounds of conflict reached him, and he burst into the break room to see Shirley standing over a dark, skinny man, with the fire extinguisher over her head.

“Stop her!” the man implored, and Bob caught Shirley’s arm.

“Let me go, Bob! He might be one of Them!”

“I’m not! I swear to God I’m not!” the man crab-crawled back and hit his head on a table.

Shirley backed away, circling around behind the stranger.

“Prove it,” Bob challenged him.

The man rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not one of them,” he said, standing, “Because I was in here stealing stuff. I’ve been watching you two since you got here, Bob.”

Suddenly, Shirley seized his arms from behind. “His eyes, Bob. Check his eyes.”

The stranger didn’t struggle, and Bob peered into his eyes, “They look fine to me, Shirley.”

She released him and stared into his face to verify.

“Welcome to our club, o skinny one,” she shook his hand, “Sorry about clubbing you, but as you’re probably aware that’s kind of my standard MO. Did you say you were stealing from this building?”

The stranger blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I suppose you should call the police, but I can’t imagine them being any help.”

Shirley laughed, “So what’s your name?”

“Name’s Alex,” he replied, “Professional zombie slayer.”

“Well, we may need your unique talent sooner rather than later.

The sounds from the first floor were growing louder.

“Well, Alex,” Bob took the new recruit by the shoulder, “Let’s get to work barricading.”

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TO BE CONTINUED!

Well, it will be continued. But this is the last that Blip in the Cosmos will be seeing of Bob for a while.

See, I decided (prompted by this) to start really working my butt off at writing.

Hence, I’m am going to take Bob, merge him with another story I’ve had rattling around in my head for a couple of years, and participate in NaNoWriMo. (Rebecca, Trishelle, and Kiehl, rejoice!)

Obviously I won’t be participating competitively– I have a couple thousand words to both stories I’m going to merge, and it would be totally lame to start off four thousand words ahead of the curve.

Rather, I’m taking NaNoWriMo as a very personal challenge. Not only shall  I complete a fifty-thousand word novel by the end of November, but I shall also keep up with my twice weekly blogging.

Can I do it?

Watch me.

Bob, pt. 4

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Bob and Shirley stared at each other for a moment.

“Should we let them in?” Bob said hesitantly.

Shirley laughed, and they both ran for the next office. They pushed another desk in front of the door, then started work on the fire exits and downstairs windows.

As they secured the ground floor, the eerie voice outside was joined by a few more.

“Hello?” they all said, “Can I come in? I’m so hungry…”

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

“Hello?”

“I’m so hungry…”

They all spoke in a slightly whiny monotone, with the same accent that Bob couldn’t place.

“So now what, Boss Lady?” Bob tried to joke, but Shirley’s face was pinched.

She looked around at their handiwork, and nodded, satisfied. “Now,” she said, “We raid every fridge and vending machine and move the provisions upstairs.”

They set to work, running up and down stairs, throwing the snacks and scraps into a pile at the entrance to the second floor.

“Hello?”

“I’m so hungry…”

“Can I come in?”

The voices outside were increasing in number, and insistence.

Bob and Shirley heard the sound of a window break.

They exchanged a look, then ran for the stairs, the sounds of breaking glass and stubborn voices increasing.

“Hello?”

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TO BE CONTINUED!

Bob, pt. 3

Bob, pt. 1

Bob, pt. 2
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Shirley looked shocked, as if she had just realized the truth in her words. She gasped, then dropped her head into her hands. Her shoulders began to shake.

Bob stood perplexed.

First, this woman had bludgeoned him with a fire hydrant, then told him humanity was dead, and now she was crying.

Bob could cope with the first two ridiculous realities, but had no idea what to do with a crying female.

Awkwardly, Bob patted Shirley’s shoulder, but she shook him off.

Sniffing, she stood and tied her hair back from her face.

“We’re humanity’s last chance for survival,” she said, squaring her shoulders, “It’s our responsibility to stay alive.” She began dragging the desk toward the front door again.

“Wait,” Bob finally squeaked, “I’m still stuck on the whole ‘everyone is dead’ concept.”

“I’ll explain later,” Shirley snapped, “Just help me barricade the doors already. We probably don’t have much time. They aren’t too clever, but I think they can smell.”

They pushed one desk in front of the doors, and Shirley marched briskly back toward the first office.

Bob followed, tripping on a shoelace. “What’s They?”

Shirley laughed ruefully, “I only wish I knew. As far as I can tell, they kill people without really killing them.” She hefted a second file cabinet on top of the desk, effectively blocking the doors.

“Like zombies?” Bob said skeptically, “Really, Shirley? Are you sure you’re not hungover or I’m dreaming or it’s a holiday and everyone forgot?”

Annoyed, Shirley started to answer, but a sound outside cut her off.

A small voice called in an accent Bob didn’t recognize.

“Hello? Can I come in? I’m so hungry…”

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TO BE CONTINUED!

Bob, pt. 2

Bob, pt. 1

Shirley was a heavy-set, twenty-something woman who had always seemed to Bob to be impossibly practical. She always worked by the book and walked at a pace no faster then necessary.

It caught Bob by surprise to see her dodging behind bushes, and skirting widely around his car as she crept toward the office building.

He lost sight of her when she reached the doors, and he ran to the stairs, thrilled to see another human.

“At least I’m not the only person left on earth!” Bob tried to laugh, but a frown creased his face.

The electricity was still out, so Bob opted to take the stairs down all six stories.

“Shirley?” he stopped at each floor, calling the scared receptionist’s name. Each time he got no response, so he continued his descent.

Finally, Bob reached the ground floor. “Shirley?” he called, “It’s Bob, from the office upstairs from you. Are you here?”

A startling blow hit Bob from behind, and he fell to his hands and knees, stunned and winded.

“Are you alive or are you dead?” Shirley was standing over Bob brandishing the fire extinguisher with which she had struck him in the back.

“What kind of question is that?” Bob gasped, “Of course I’m alive!”

Shirley looked keenly into Bob’s eyes, squinting. Bob remembered that she usually wore glasses.

Time seemed to slow as she scrutinized him, but finally Shirley lowered her fire extinguisher.

“Bob. How did you get here?” She moved back toward the storage closet where she had been hiding, “We have to start barricading the doors.”

“I drove, obviously,” Bob stood, wincing. “Why are you acting so strange? And where is everyone? You’re the only other person I’ve seen all day.”

Shirley stopped dragging a desk toward the doors and looked at him, her face twisting slightly, “Bob, I can’t believe I have to tell you this.” She dropped to a sitting position.

“They’re all dead.”

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TO BE CONTINUED!

Bob, pt. 1

So I’m discontent with how brief my post from yesterday was, so I’m writing again. I’m bringing a change of pace this time– this little story I wrote this morning at work. I had no customers for like an hour and a half, so I wrote this on the back of the chore list. Enjoy!

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Once upon a time, there was a dude named Bob. Everyone assumed his real name was Robert, but there it was on his birth certificate– Bob.

Well, one day, Bob was driving to work when he noticed something strange. He was the only car on the road, and even though it was getting close to nine AM, he hadn’t seen another human– not in his neighborhood, nor through town, nor driving.

“I wonder what’s going on?” he mused to himself, parking at his office building. “I wonder if it’s a holiday and I forgot.”

He walked up to the building’s front doors and was surprised to find them slightly open.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” he said, and snorted at himself for the quote.  He looked around the deserted first floor, and continued, “This surely isn’t Wonderland.”

Bob rode the elevator up the vacant building to his office, and found it devoid of life.

He chuckled to himself, “I must be the only good employee.” He went to his cubicle and booted his computer, “I’d best check to make sure there aren’t any important emails I’ve missed that explain this nonsense.”

As his computer came to life, Bob found that the Internet wasn’t functioning. He found and rebooted the modem to no avail.

Frustrated, Bob picked up the phone to call support, only to find the line dead. Bob checked every phone in the office, then every phone in the building.

Just as he picked up and threw down the last phone on the top floor, the power suddenly went out.

Scared, Bob rifled through his briefcase for his cell phone. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before,” he grumbled, but no cell phone was to be found, and Bob realized that it was still sitting peacefully on his nightstand, no doubt overheating from charging for too long.

Angry and confused, Bob climbed the last set of stairs to the roof. He kicked some stray pebbles and bottle caps at the pigeons, who flew away in a huff.

He sighed and leaned resignedly against the wall, staring out over the city without seeing.

Bob didn’t know how long he had been standing there when a movement in the parking lot caught his eye.

It was Shirley, the receptionist from the office downstairs. But the way she was moving– something seemed wrong to Bob…

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TO BE CONTINUED!

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