Rebecca

Genre: fantasy Characters: zombie 1 and zombie 2 (who can talk) Setting: Candyland

“You can put down your hand now” said zombie 1. “No! I like holding it up high!” said zombie 2. “I can reach the marshmallows this way” continued zombie 2, holding his detached left hand in his right as he reached for a marshmallow growing on a tree.

Zombie 1 and zombie 2 did not know how they came to reside in Candyland, nor did they know that they were zombies. The only thing they knew was that candy tasted better than brains.

“Well hurry up then! I’m hungryy!” whined zombie 1. “Shush, I’m concentrating!” replied zombie 2.

Now you may be asking where this is going, and the fact is that this story has no plot whatsoever. This story is a narrative of the activities of two lost zombies and their fantastical time in Candyland. Also, know this: Zombie 1 likes to be called Steve and Zombie 2 likes to be called Toe. No one knows why but no one has called them otherwise.

Who are these “others” I’m talking about? Let’s tune back into Steve and Toe’s conversation to see if we can find out.

“Almost...got it…just….a litttlleeee bit moree…” mumbled Toe as he reached desperately for the pink fluffy marshmallow that was hanging so nicely on a branch of a the marshmallow tree. It was at this moment that Steve and Toe heard a strange noise coming from the candy cane trees behind them.

Steve and toe turned around to see countless small red dots shining out from the darkness of the candy cane trees.

What darkness you ask? How can candycane trees possible have darkness? Well sir (or madam) these candy cane trees are topped with cotton candy. Now what smart guy? Now, tuning back to the countless small red dots. Because Steve and Toe were zombies, they recognized the smell. It was blood. They quickly rushed to the candy cane tree because if they couldn’t get marshmallows, they might as well go for brains. As the two companions reached the tree, what they saw terrified them although they were used to gore and gruesome scenes. A wide gaping hole in the candy cane tree was devouring a Japanese samurai. His lower body had already disappeared into the tree and his upper body hung limp. His sword was 2 meters away from him, which denied any probability of escaping the situation. The samurai was only half conscious. As the zombies approached him, the samurai was startled by the footsteps and glanced up. Realizing that they were blood-thirsty zombies, he quickly fainted again. “We should help him” Said Steve “The tree or the guy?” Replied Toe “Of course the guy, you know how much of a clean freak I am! I can never eat something half-eaten by others. Think of the germs!” “But foooooooooooooood” “You’re useless, Toe.” Steve had made up his mind. Although he had no idea what it took to stop the tree from devouring the samurai, he promptly picked up the sword with his mouth and with one slash the candy cane tree was cut in half, releasing the remaining half of the samurai onto the ground. The samurai said quietly: “Thank you…” but his voice was cut short by a booming, terrifying voice that boomed from the skies of candyland. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, UNWELCOMED GUESTS!??? HOW DARE YOU ENTER THIS SACRED LAND AND DESECRATE MY PROPERTY”

Steve and Toe froze. They slowly turned their heads toward the skies. A massive figure stood above them. He went by many names, the Lord of the Forest, the White King, the Master of Sugar, Gelatin, and Corn Syrup. The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. Oh yes, he was truly as awesome as the stories said: as tall as a mountain of fluffy deliciousness, as wide as a river of sweet, sweet syrup. His footsteps, though plush, shook the earth, and his gaze, though innocent-looking, could freeze a grown man in his tracks. And his wrath was directed right at Steve and Toe. “No Mr. Marshmallow Man! Please don’t take us to crazy people jail!” they cried out. “IT IS TOO LATE, LITTLE ANTS. YOU HAVE DESTROYED A FLOWER OF MY GARDEN, ONE OF MY CHILDREN, AND NOW YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE. YOU WILL BE SACRIFICED TO THE DARK GOD ZUUL!!!!!!!!” “Nooooooooo!.” I NOW CONDEMN YOU WITH THE HIGHEST OF PRICES. THE DESOLATE PUNISHMENT WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY BOOKS, SENTENCED ONLY TO THE DARKEST OF CRIMINALS. ONE YOU WILL PAY WITH THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE AND ALL THE ONES AFTER

Toe chewed on his nails in anxiety. His toe nails actually. In a spiral of fear, he had ripped his own foot off and was now balancing precariously on his other foot which also had a series of bitten nails. Steve screamed, or rather, let out a high pitched groan and shouted at Toe “RUN, RUN TOE RUN” Now it’s rather hard to run when you’ve ripped off one of your arms and one of your legs. Toe fortunately was aware of this. But unfortunately, he was so scared he put his arm and leg in the wrong place. He immediately tripped and brought a groaning Steve down with him. The two zombies trembled, cowering in fear, and waited to hear their sentence. The Marshmallow Man bellowed

THAT WILL BE 10 DOLLARS 99 PLEASE. WILL YOU BE PAYING BY CASH OR CREDIT CARD **