Bite Back Pt. 5

Bite Back Pt. 5

A sci-fi short story.

The scream came again. "HEEEELP!" Kyle looked up towards the room that the zombies were drawn to. In the window he saw someone staring down at the zombie. He couldn't make out who it was from here. He'd have to get closer to see. The voice broke into the air again, "Aye you, help me!" Kyle took another look and he saw the person in the window looking straight at him. This wasn't good, one zombie caught onto its prey looking at something and looked in the same direction. Kyle and the zombie locked eyes. It let out an ear shattering cry and the rest of the 20 zombies in front of the window snapped their heads in Kyle's direction. All of them started sprinting in his direction. He swore under his breath. Kyle grabbed two bags of groceries and tossed them inside and then grabbed a case of the water and threw that in to. He only had enough time to shut his trunk and the front door before the pack reached him.

Kyle heard the banging on the door and the grunts and screams from outside. He didn't know what was happening to his car either. At least he had his keys still. He carried the food upstairs and then the case of water. He put all the stuff safely in his room and locked the door at the top of the stairs. He leaned against the door that led to the stairs, trying to catch his breath. There was someone else alive. He didn't know how he had survived whatever this was but now he might be able to make a connection. He went into his suite-mates room and opened the window. The guy was still in the window and the zombies had moved back to watching him. Kyle figured he was safe enough up in the room so he took his chance. "Hey, 302." The person looked up and around searching for where Kyle's voice was coming from. "106 upstairs." The person looked over at Kyle. "Oh hey man, what kind of help was that?" Was this guy serious? Did he want him to fight the zombies with his fists? "Look, you need to stop yelling and let these things go to sleep. Then and only then can I try and help you."

The person put their hands on top of their head. "Are you serious? Wait for them to go to sleep? And how are you supposed to help me? You're in the same situation as I am." Kyle rubbed the bridge of his nose, this guy was ridiculous. "If I'm in the same situation as you are, tell me how much food do you have in your dorm?" There was a moment of silence. "What?". "Just tell me how much food you have."

There was a few minutes where all Kyle could here was some grunts and groans of the zombies. "106 are you still there?" Kyle stood up and looked out the window. "Yeah I'm still here." There were fewer zombies in the parking lot but not all of them were gone just yet. "I have a few beers, a couple bagels and some leftover Dominos Pizza." Kyle shook his head, great so he likes partying. "Okay, stay in your dorm until the morning, they should fall asleep or lose interest by then and you can make your way over here." The guy sounded annoyed. "Okay fine, I don't think this is a great idea, but I'm tired of looking at these things wanting to eat me alone." Kyle walked back into his room. There were bags of stuff on the floor. Kyle took everything that needed to be frozen and put it in his refrigerator in the hallway. He threw a few waters in there as well.

Kyle spent the rest of the time cleaning the room and making it more accommodating for himself. As night drew nearer, he had an idea. He didn't want to forget anything that he learned about the zombies. He found a small notebook and pen. He started writing down important things he learned about the zombies. The first two entries were, "Doesn't infect everyone." and "can ommunicate."

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9 Reasons Crocs Are The Only Shoes You Need

Crocs have holes so your swag can breathe.

Do you have fond childhood objects that make you nostalgic just thinking about your favorite Barbie or sequenced purse? Well for me, its my navy Crocs. Those shoes put me through elementary school. I eventually wore them out so much that I had to say goodbye. I tried Airwalks and sandals, but nothing compared. Then on my senior trip in New York City, a four story Crocs store gleamed at me from across the street and I bought another pair of Navy Blue Crocs. The rest is history. I wear them every morning to the lake for practice and then throughout the day to help air out my soaking feet. I love my Crocs so much, that I was in shock when it became apparent to me that people don't feel the same. Here are nine reasons why you should just throw out all of your other shoes and settle on Crocs.

1. They are waterproof.

These bad boys can take on the wettest of water. Nobody is sure what they are made of, though. The debate is still out there on foam vs. rubber. You can wear these bad boys any place water may or may not be: to the lake for practice or to the club where all the thirsty boys are. But honestly who cares because they're buoyant and water proof. Raise the roof.

2. Your most reliable support system

There is a reason nurses and swimming instructors alike swear by Crocs. Comfort. Croc's clogs will make you feel like your are walking on a cloud of Laffy Taffy. They are wide enough that your toes are not squished, and the rubbery material forms perfectly around your foot. Added bonus: The holes let in a nice breeze while riding around on your Razor Scooter.

3. Insane durability

Have you ever been so angry you could throw a Croc 'cause same? Have you ever had a Croc bitten while wrestling a great white shark? Me too. Have you ever had your entire foot rolled like a fruit roll up but had your Crocs still intact? Also me. All I know is that Seal Team 6 may or may not have worn these shoes to find and kill Osama Bin Laden. Just sayin'.

4. Bling, bling, bling

Jibbitz, am I right?! These are basically they're own money in the industry of comfortable footwear. From Spongebob to Christmas to your favorite fossil, Jibbitz has it all. There's nothing more swag-tastic than pimped out crocs. Lady. Killer.

5. So many options

From the classic clog to fashionable sneakers, Crocs offer so many options that are just too good to pass up on. They have fur lined boots, wedges, sandals, loafers, Maryjane's, glow in the dark, Minion themed, and best of all, CAMO! Where did your feet go?!

6. Affordable

Crocs: $30

Feeling like a boss: Priceless

7. Two words: Adventure Straps

Because you know that when you move the strap from casual mode chillin' in the front to behind the heal, it's like using a shell on Mario Cart.

8. Crocs cares

Okay, but for real, Crocs is a great company because they have donated over 3 million pairs of crocs to people in need around the world. Move over Toms, the Croc is in the house.

9. Stylish AF

The boys will be coming for you like Steve Irwin.

Who cares what the haters say, right? Wear with pride, and go forth in style.

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From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

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