The Ghouls

Blood smeared my vision as gore was splattered onto my face. I limped from my half-mascerbated leg down the street, gasping through coughs of fungus that had been an aftermath of the infestation, and sweating half grime, half blood. As my eyes dilated to the sight behind them, eyeball-white behemoth sludges after him, gaining ground and leaving a murky white trail behind them. I scanned the streets of tarnished glass and shattered furniture adorning the empty streets, and my vision locked onto a bijou warehouse down the street. I needed to get there now, I thought. I needed to shelter myself from this being of my creation. 

Let me explain. You see, I’m a science professor at a German-Catholic high school, and experiments are my forte. One day after school, I had left an experiment out the night to see what would happen if I mixed apple cider vinegar, coffee, and iron in a blender. When I arrived back the next day, my experiment had vanished, it’s remnants spilled across the wooden tile floor, and the front door of my classroom shattered in a peculiar sort of shape. A shape that, upon applying my gaze upon these beasts, recollects in my memories and sends forth a shockwave of guilt. I was responsible for this mass apocalypse, this spread of ghastly ghouls that has plagued the city, multiplying using the caffeine in its system. 

As I arrived at the foot of the warehouse, I jammed my elbow into a corkscrew-like structure guarding the front, and was hardly astounded by the fact that it popped right open. The issue was preventing these ghasts, eternally more sinewy and capable of supernatural abilities, from doing exactly what I just did with a pop of my elbow and a ruptured quadricep. As the epinephrine in my eyes fueled the speed at which it darted the building, they quickly locked onto a transparent steel frame that appeared to be quite sturdy.

Procuring scattered nails and screws and unlocking the engineer part of my brain, I rapidly bolstered the frame onto the hinges surrounding the cracked door frame, and just as the zombies lurked right up to the building, the last screw was pushed in and I could rest easy. As a scientist, I try to most fervently utilize my workspaces, and more frequently than not, I would require more than one. This warehouse was where my experiments regarding food reside, and thus, this was my back-up in case something like this apocalypse were to ever occur. 

     Suddenly, I heard a thud, as the beasts attempted to penetrate the steel frame. However, despite the fraudulent job I had done in appropriately setting it up, it seemed to hardly muster up a creak as the bloody catalysts wormed outside the dense windows. Suddenly, a scream sent a bullet through my ears and my heart, and as I spun my head in its direction, the frame behind me collapsed with an instantaneous grunt, and the world went dark.