Photo Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
The world swam in indiscernible blobs of color as the toxin coursed through his veins. His thoughts jumbled into one big, incoherent mess.
The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams of his companions. He could remember that there were others, but he couldn’t recall their names or visualize their faces. Everything was just colors–red, orange, and yellow all blurred together.
His arm hurt. Something about teeth pushed through the jumble of disheveled memories. Was he bitten? He didn’t know–couldn’t remember.
The others, did they do this to him?
What others?
He couldn’t remember others–only hunger.
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My mind has been foggy lately, a bit like this guy’s–except I haven’t been bitten by a zombie. At least I don’t think I have.
Adam Ickes 
September 24th, 2014 at 12:41 PM
Very cool. I wasn’t sure if you were going with zombie, vampire, or some type of snake until the end.
September 24th, 2014 at 12:51 PM
Ah.. I guess the reason will leave you if you’re bitten by a zombie… 🙂 love the visuals in the first part.
September 24th, 2014 at 12:53 PM
Ooh this was chilling! And I liked it 🙂
September 24th, 2014 at 1:20 PM
I’d no idea how it feels to turn into a zombie … until now. Vivid stuff, very real, topic aside!
September 24th, 2014 at 3:39 PM
A bit of a nightmare! I’m not sure what’s happening but I’m not stopping to find out. Goodbye.
September 24th, 2014 at 4:29 PM
I love the way you let the poor man slowly slide into oblivion of “only hunger.”.
September 24th, 2014 at 5:03 PM
Adam, If this is a zombie attack, I’m not going to stick around either. Really scary.
Poor guy. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
September 24th, 2014 at 5:37 PM
Even if he was turning into something other than a zombie, the description is so vivid and disturbing that it would work.
janet
September 24th, 2014 at 7:09 PM
Well you have successfully made me not want to be bitten by a zombie. Yes I realize it implies I may have before now. Your description of the disappearance was too vivid. I must run away now and hide. Figure out what I need to slay the Zombie invasion.
September 25th, 2014 at 6:22 AM
Dear Adam,
Are you sure you haven’t been bitten by Zombies? Colorful story. Well written.
shalom,
Rochelle
September 25th, 2014 at 6:23 AM
Dear Adam,
This is one of your best pieces of work. It took a while for me to get over my pathological dislike of zombie stories to realize that you’d put together a very telling description of a person making a dreadful transition. It was very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
September 25th, 2014 at 9:05 AM
Sounds like he’s about to go on a rampage. I wonder if his friends have “turned” as well or if they’ll be the first meal?
September 26th, 2014 at 6:32 AM
I think the title is the perfect counterpart to the experiential nature of the story, and I enjoyed both!
September 26th, 2014 at 10:14 AM
the strength of this tale is in the description. well done.
glad to know that you weren’t infected.:)
September 27th, 2014 at 7:07 PM
I like the idea of the blob of colors overtaking his mind. Pretty soon it may just be the color red. Well done!
September 27th, 2014 at 11:24 PM
Hi Adam, I thought you were taking a hiatus from writing. Maybe that’s just me. Anyway, I love your story and zombie descriptions! This is so good! A thought – maybe you have been writing – and I can’t remember because I have been bitten. Well, glad you’re back and in my brain!
Nan 🙂
September 28th, 2014 at 3:39 PM
Sounds like a zombie story…or maybe a vampire…or maybe just a monster. Either way your flawless description of this descent into madness is a little frightening…not speaking from personal experience, I hope!
Well done!
September 28th, 2014 at 8:20 PM
I felt I’ve been there. Yikes! You make it too real.
Lily
September 28th, 2014 at 8:37 PM
I was thinking Zombies, probably because I feel like one today. No, it was your excellent writing. 🙂
September 30th, 2014 at 12:02 PM
Ah, how I’ve missed having the time to read your nightmares, Adam! Too busy this morning to be appropriately inebriated for the occasion though. It may surprise you, although it pleased my sobriety counselor, that the wine bottles in the picture are from someone else’s collection, not my own.
Good story. I like your use of color in the nightmare.
All my best,
Marie Gail
October 8th, 2014 at 12:14 AM
I’ve been traveling too much! Keep missing blogs I love… and I’ve missed you, Adam! Very creepy and well done.
October 8th, 2014 at 6:54 AM
You haven’t missed all that much from me. I’ve been off and on with my blogging lately.
October 8th, 2014 at 11:20 AM
I’ve noticed… that was meant to be my point. 😉