Reading Hawkeye's journal

Lightning charges the air, as the odor of something decaying lingers. The rain pours and the storm rages with some unseen hatred towards the heavens.

Through the perilous storm comes a dorm building into view. Not just any ordinary dormitory, but an old and decrepit one that has shown no signs of stirring in many a year.

Lightning flashes still, showing the cobwebs laced over the windows of this ancient dormitory. One inparticular looks different than the rest. You continue further and further until you are looking within.

Now you are inside the room. The place wreaks of eeriness, as everything in this room screams for you to leave. The coldness gives shivers down your spine, and makes it impossible not to cross your arms to warm yourself up.

A tarantula at the sound of a thunderbolt stakes its claim over a rat lurking in the deep recesses of this room, pulling it to the darkness to devour its fresh kill.

Thousands of thousands of books lay in ruins across this room, creating a labrynth of dust and cobwebs. Something is very wrong.

You look to the beds. The shape of a cadaver lay underneath the sheets. Something is there. You cautiously but surely move closer and closer still until you are above the bed looking over.

You grab the edge of the dusty shroud and begin to pull, uncovering inch by inch..

You see gray strands of silvery hair in disarray across the pillow.

You pull some more..

You uncover the forehead of a maggot infested skull, still squiriming for sustenance in the very much dead corpse.

You pull another inch..

You see its eyes glistening in the tremendous flashing of light from outside the window, or at least what is left of the eyes. The eyes roll back but still gaze upon you, as if it were watching your every move. At the sight of the horror that it might actually be alive, you take 2 steps back and trip over some books.

"Stupid.. It's a corpse. It's not alive." You approach the vile horror again. It stares back.

You pull some more..

Another lightening flash.. Maggots everywhere.. Weaving in and out of the face, as if taunting its victim for its inability to move. At the sheer sight, you find yourself short of breath. "It's not alive.. it's not alive.. it's not alive.." you tell yourself.

Suddenly, a slimy disease-ridden hand grabs your arm and begins to pull. "Oh god! Oh god! This isn't happening! It's not real!" A second arm reaches behind your neck and pulls you in closer to the horrific body laying before you.

The head turns at you, and the now dislocated jaw seems to show a grin as it pulls you closer. Your head now is within inches of his face as you fail to break yourself free from this unholy grip.

Closer still the zombie pulls you until you are touching his face with yours, maggots crawling and flesh melting.

The zombie says, "What's up? It's Neil. I'm back to the world of the living."

Miss me? I've spent the last month or so working on this damn paper. I haven't had time to do really anything else. I guess you could say I felt like a zombie. :P

Now I have room to breath and I decided to post here.

"If I die of a heart attack eating bacon, I'll be a happy man." -My father

This post was edited by Hawkeye on Nov 07, 2005.

The zombie says, "What's up? It's Neil. I'm back to the world of the living."

Miss me? I've spent the last month or so working on this damn paper. I haven't had time to do really anything else. I guess you could say I felt like a zombie. :P

Now I have room to breath and I decided to post here.

Heh welcome back, my dear. Do not expect me or anybody else kiss you if you look like a cadaver though ;) It's best if you put on some meat over those white bones before you move here then. It's in your best interest ;)

By the way, Naoiies congratulate with him. He managed to come back to the world of the living with a nearly finished thesis on genetic algorithms, and with meeting all the deadlines for his projects in the meanwhile. I think he was great. He was under such a lousy load of stress and everything, and it was easy for him to get even more depressed at the idea of not making it. I am glad that he was persistant though. Now he made it, and we are finally one step closer :)

I love you, Neil.

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".

This post was edited by andromacha on Nov 07, 2005.