Calling All Angels

While taking some time away, I am very happy to announce that creative writing still runs through my blood and I bought a book to help me start it out. Hope you enjoy!

In a world so cruel and destroyed beyond compare, there is still a fleeting amount of Hope managing to save the day. It is now the year 3027 in a country that used to be known as United States of America, but is now formally known as Survival. You see a long time ago when humans were introduced to this new thing called, “Technology”, life slowly seemed to slip away and all our time and senses drained by the second. History itself made a big change socially and dynamically with who we were as people. We looked at life more through a motion sound box and small device working as a computer on the go. As the years went by, there wasn’t such a thing as communication; it was all done through a keyboard and emojis. Self expression become known to be shown only in the dark between you and a lit screen showing only meaningless promises in words.

When communication flew out the window, so did self respect and learning to love thy neighbor. Unknown people who some have never met in person, were constantly being juged left and right because of how open their life was to the public. There was no such thing as love anymore; negativity and judgment were more expressed in the news. Once the world was being controled by fear and lies, the government slowly started to leave their positions and drugged themselves for entertainment they were missing.

Now here is the part where i come in and explain why the image you are about to see will be painful and hard to understand. The world has now blown itself up because of the hatred humans had taking over their lives. Innocent buildings, creatures, and other souls that walked this earth were constantly shooting each other down to the ground and are now walking with open rotted bodies and distorted minds; otherwise known as Zombies.

You can look over to your right and find the bridge that used to be known as “The Golden Gate Bridge”, but now looks like broken pieces of rocks all because someone wanted to destroy it’s meaning and purpose to this world-just like themselves. And straight ahead is what used to be the world’s oldest stock exchange building in a state called, Philadelphia. And to your right is where the vengeful army of ruthless and self hating zombies lay. The universe has sent me to help cope with these selfish demons and make them some what whole again.

As I begin to walk onto unwanted territory, I take a deep breath and remind myself of everything the way it used to be. I close my eyes and look to my right and see soft green grass blowing in the wind leading down to a familiar building. As I look farther down the field, I can see a familiar image of a little girl in a white satin dress and black laced dress shoes being the oddball and lining with a group of boys. She starts to crouch down and looks at a boy around the same age; she studies him. I can’t help but stop where i am and become mesmerized with the sight in front of me. A boy on the opposite side starts to scream words, and yells, “hut, hut, HIKE!” I watch as the little girl runs in the direction of where the ball is being held by a older boy. You can see she is putting all her strength and might into what she is seeing.

Quickly, my sight is visioned as if I were in her shoes; The path is green, and muddy and I’m breathing as hard as i can to catch this rat who is holding the ball. One of my guys tackles a kid in front of me and I immediately jump over the chaos to catch up with the ball. As i run closer to the boy, i can tell he was about to run the ball instead of throwing it to the boys who were now down with their faces in the mud. He starts to fake left, then right before i can catch up to him, but little did he know i had the ability to be quick; i grabbed him around the waste and threw him to the ground.

I was brought back to reality and looked at the sight of where I played an American obsession called, Football, and saw holes filled with ashes of where trees used to shade the beating sun. It is hard to imagine how kids after me grew up without having fun outdoors and around others in person. I paced myself and held my head up high; these people need me to break them free from the chains they are bound by. One against 7 trillion lifeless soul monsters.

They can hear me; anyone who walks along their path with a heartbeat is a signal of life and it is their duty to destroy every ounce of passion and love that thrives through their veins. I climb over the hill and become faced with an overturned car, buildings that have turned into dust, a sleepless dirty land with heartless beasts. I walk closer and have another flashback of a powerful memory. I see someone who has their back to me, leaning forward and shaking with misery. I want to walk forward and bring a hand to their shoulder, but i stop myself. The pain this person obviously has is a life shattering feeling. I step closer to see paper being fluded into the water and being carried by the current. I try to get a closer look of this poor girl, but can see she is not wanting to be found. The overpowering need to help this person brings me back to the situation in front of me and gives me the determination to help these poor souls.

I’m starting to get close to them and begin to ready my healing ability. I reach my hand out and touch the place of where the heart should be placed and their temple of the first one who walks up to me. I stop their acts of wanting to rip my body apart to get to the gold. Once I have put all my thought and energy into this soul, an image is freed from the wrinkled bruised beast and color has been restored. I can only get to so many before the rest of the army catches up to me. I start to see faces of people I have longed to see for so many years and of people who i never thought would remember me.

I feel someone trying to rip my arm as I try to help save someone; I turn and am faced with a distant memory that plagues my mind. I start to feel my adrenaline race and fear for the worst. I try to calm my breaths and remind myself this is a hallucination. I open my eyes and find that i am crouched to the ground with my hair standing tall on my arms. This huge demon lowers their head and is starting to rip my clothes apart, my skin is becoming bruised and my mind is seeing black. The rest of them start to circle in and rip a piece of my shielded body.

I look over to the group of people with faces i have helped saved and find them standing in horror of the sight they are seeing. I want to scream help, but can’t find it in me to make a noise. I try to go back to my use and help the zombies turn back, but have found that I can no longer move with the amount of weight being forced on me. The first nasty zombie that sank me down, has a scar on his left side of his face, he starts open my flesh and blood is drowning down my stomach. I look back to the group hoping to send them a plea with my eyes to help, but they are no longer in sight. I start to cry thinking this is it, i had one mission given to me and I’ve failed myself.

As i start to feel my body sinking into the cold wet mud, I can only think about everyone who i walked along my life with, and everyone who walked passed me. I can’t help but think of those who showed me the light through darkness. How they helped raised me up to become anything in this world and accepted me for my flaws. And all i can think now is, this is it, but the important thing is you tried. I can feel the zombies getting close to my heart; they are ripping my skin open and leaving me there as open as i was found long ago.

Suddenly, before i last knew it, my heart is clenched by grimy slimy hands and i can feel the pull and tension start to build in my body, I open my eyes to the scarfaced zombie and find him laughing at my pain, he starts to chant with the others and begins to hold my body down farther into the ground. The pull and tension is still going on, but i can tell they are having no luck with ripping it out. I try to look around me and find that the group of zombies are becoming smaller and smaller. I am still being forced down by Scarface forcefully and trying to break free, but no luck. I’m starting to feel anxious by the amount of flesh eating leaving the scene and wondering why they are leaving. A black cloud is starting to form around me and i can feel myself leaving the light.

Abruptly, the weight and tension i felt on my chest suddenly disappears and i begin to pick myself up off the ground. I find that Scarface is on the ground being held back by a net nailed to thr ground and the humans are standing next to him smiling. The other zombies that were forming a group are no longer to be seen, for they have become the beautiful souls they used to be. I look at all the faces that are starting to surround the area and find a light forming through the sky. I watch as these people pick up each other and begin to walk towards a bright vision of love and peace.

People start to take me by the hands and try to fix the broken pieces and put them back together. The dark cloud that dangled over my head evaporated and the light slowly climbed its way back to the sky to give us some light. I looked down and my clothes and skin were as if they were never bothered. I find myself facing the girl with her back to me watching the waterfall, no longer shaking, but rather radiating light.

A helping hand and a leaning shoulder is all these people really needed; a fallen angel named Hope who had the meaning to love.


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