Something that was used as a writing prompt in my creative writing class. |
I stood at the mouth of the cave with my flashlight, there are seven signs around the cave warning me to stay out, I muster up as much courage as I can and step in. Only to find that I had stepped into a movie set, complete with cameras, lights and a huge green screen. "Hey you! Are you the stunt double? If so you're incredibly late!" A man yells at me from behind a camera. I assume he's the director. "No, I'm not the stunt double, I'm just a nosy teenager." I reply He sighs and wipes invisible sweat from his forehead. "Can you read? Did you not see that someone somewhere on this planet didn't want you in this cave? They didn't put the signs up for nothing, it means STAY OUT." "Wait, 'they?' You didn't put the signs up?" I ask, worried. "No, I didn't. Sue me." He rolls his eyes. "Well you better get out of here! Are you guys stupid? Something in here could hurt you!" I start to back up "Security!" He yells, and before I could run two big men step out of nowhere and grab both of my arms. "Wait! You guys!" "Please dispose of her, because we have a movie to make." And with that I'm lifted off of my feet and I'm being taken away from the exit. "Where are you taking me!?" I struggle The man who's carrying me laughs and drops me into a dark tunnel, the two men move swiftly. I stand up and wipe the dust off of my clothes. Good thing I brought my flash light. I thank myself. I turn it on and instantly I'm shocked. There are mangled bodies everywhere, I'm thankful that I had allergies at that time or I would have probably puked because of the stench. My stomach churns, but I have no time to puke, I have to get out of here. "Wait!" A man's raspy voice calls out. "Oh my god, do you need help?!" I run over. He coughs up blood "Get out of here, or you'll end up like them." He coughs again "Go!" I turn around, and there's a mob of zombies. "Shit." I mutter and I begin to run, the zombies moved fast also. I stop running and look at them, they move extremely slow. At this I grin, smart move. People run from zombies, so the faster the person runs the faster they'll die. I start walking slowly, all of the zombies following me. I look for the movie set, and after about 45 minutes of looking for it, I finally find it. "Hey! Remember me?!" I yell once I get to the set "CUT! CUT! CUT!!! DAMNIT! You're supposed to be dead!" The director yells. "Yeah? I figured out your secret." I walk in to expose my army. The man chuckles nervously. "Y-you know if you run they'll eat you too! You'll die too! So don't think about setting them on m-me!" "So what?" I reply and I begin to run, in hopes that the zombies wouldn't eat me I hit the ground, and sure enough they all run past me. I stand up quickly and run toward the exit. But before I leave I turn around when I hear the screams of agony of the man who tried to kill me, the actors and the security guards. I smirk, serves um right for trying to kill me, right? I head home, thinking of everything that just happened. I walk into my house, right on time for dinner. "You were out for quite some time, Fern. What were you up to?" She asks. "Nothing really, I had a lot of alone time... nothing you'd care about though. Just normal teenager stuff." I grin as my family joins hands for grace. |