Zombies at the Movie Theater

A fast paced narritive in which zombies descend upon a lone movie theater employee, as he attempts to survive the undead and minimum wage.

In vain, I scream for help, as the multitudes of the undead descend upon my insulated ticket booth at the movie theater. All that separates me from these suburbanite zombies is a thin layer of glass and a few thousand vibrant brain cells. They stagger about, waddling towards the theater in their hundreds of pounds of excess gangrene flesh, which encapsulates them in a protective cocoon distancing them from reality. The only thought on their ever retarding minds, BRAINS! Their groans are of an incoherent nature, a type of lost mumbled language only discernable to junkies or rock polishers.  And the SMELL! OH, the smell! A putrid, palpable stench brought on by a lifetime of physical, mental and spiritual decay, which hangs around them in an ever present cloud of all consuming death. I wonder to myself, “S**t! Is this what happened when you spit in the popcorn?”

            In total fear stricken horror, I watch this demented zoo exhibit from the dubious safety of my ticket booth.  They are the demonic feces flinging chimps and I am the reluctant grade school child on a nightmare of a field trip. As their half massed eyes gaze upon the marquee-brightly adorned with florescent lighting and the names of the films- their mush like brains fail in their attempt to make out the titles and showtimes. One unmentionable become so overwhelmed in this simple endeavor that its eye plops out of the socket mid reading. Dangling by the bloody rope of tissue that connects to the socket, the swaying eyeball continues to scroll over the marquee. Barely audible sounds lazily roll out of their broken and dislocated jaws. “Issss… Avvvvaaatar playing ….in … 3DDDDDD?” “Oh, these poor b******s”, I think to myself, “how beyond help they truly are”. At this point there is only one human option left for these doomed zoological rejects. I must dispatch them to the depths of hell from which this plague sprang.”

            In a cold sweat, I hastily run to the coffee bar and grab the extendable milk steamer from the espresso machine and crank the heat level past the red. Returning to the booth, I test the nozzle. Hot steam spews forth from the opening like fire from the snout of a dragon, momentarily fogging up the lenses of my horn-rimmed glasses. Taking in deep breaths of this moist air, I think, “No way this s**t is worth minimum wage!”

            What follows is a scene of a truly horrific nature. With a sweeping round house kick I nock out the mounted microphone- a la Jackie Chan in that movie where he kicked that guy- shove the nozzle through the glass and turn the steamer on.

            Caught in a cloud of shrieks, groans and the sound of melting flesh, I can hardly see the mayhem created by the milk steamer. The only indication of the chaos behind the glass is the occasional slap of a rigor mortis stricken hand on the glass with melted flesh dripping off the bone. After what seems like an endless period of time, the shrieks cease and I retire the steamer, but keep my hand ready on the trigger should this quickly constructed plan prove fatal.

            As the steam creeps back into the ether of this very real nightmare, a sea of hot, bubbling terror is left in its place. I suddenly notice that the piped in music from the theater stereo system offers an unnecessary and poorly matched underscore. The sounds of Miley Cyrus ring out through this tragic scene, while the mangled corpses of dispossessed twitch in the final through of their tortured journey to the end of this life. Taking in this unforgettable sight, I think, “Yep, definitely not worth minimum wage.”

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems. I'm looking to disgust horror fans not get an A on an english paper.

Reviews

[Chases-Lost-Ghosts]

While being a zombie fan myself I had to peruse this work. While entertaining to anyone thats worked retail (if simply for the fun of pointing out the similarities between the walking dead & the inept masses), for a story it left a lot unanswered, but since you note that you're looking to disgust horror fans I'll only discuss the gore content.

There seems to me to be places where you could have gone more indepth on the situation. Such as the limited description of the 'gangrene' flesh. Perhaps a bit more on the how the meat of the bodies liquefies or is being devoured by swarming flies & breeding maggots? Puss filled nodules, festering sores & the like also make great notations & add a sense of disgust.

On a side note, personally I feel the synonyms you make are pressed to far, such as the zoo analogy at the beginning of the second paragraph, following it up with the bit about the demonic chimps was a touch of overkill on that. Though I truly do give you credit for the referances, the bit about "that Jackie Chan movie where he kicks that guy" is perfect for a quick jab at the movie going populace.

I hope you continue to write more so that I can see your style grow.

[Sam110507]

Woah, This is great! I just loved this one!

[Mik Zeal]

I love the humor mixed together with the gore. It's a perfect satire in my eyes if not a bit cheesy (but I'm sure you did it on purpose, if so I love it).