Justice League/JLU, Zombie World, Flash/GL
Last year I was a tad obsessed with zombies. I'm trying to get back to that. Here's a rough copy of a ficlet I'm pretty sure I've abandoned.
Zombie World (working title)
by Kate Shelby, rough draft
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s ridiculous. I am not going to do it.” He went back to his paper and tried to ignore Wally.
“I’m stuck here at your mercy. I asked you here to keep me company and so far I’ve watched you read history books my professors wouldn’t have subjected us to, eat salads for fun, and throw out all my junk food. Can I watch you do something that I think is fun?”
“I thought you did watch me do something fun.” John cocks an eyebrow at Wally.
“I mean something I can watch the other 99% of my day.”
They have a staring match. John tries to look stern and Wally tries to look miserable.
“And anyways, you asked me here because you couldn’t protect Center City and my sector has been slow for the last few months.”
“Please, John?” Wally sounds so earnest it might have just broken his heart. Their staring match lasts a few more seconds before John gives in. Before he knows it, he’s holding a plastic spool in each hand. Maneuvering the stunt kite Wally wanted was harder than it should’ve been. He deliberated over which print to get. It took forever for John to pull down the three types he wanted to see up close, which only revealed a primary-colored Superman Wally had to have. He almost fell out of the cart trying to bite John for deliberately thinking that he meant ever other kite but that one.
“Make it flip!” Wally demands and laughs at John when it takes a few attempts.
“If you can do better, I’ll stick this in your mouth and go back to my boring history books.”
“No, no! You’re doing great. There isn’t a better kite flyer on the playground!”
“That’s better.”
Wally starts to sing, badly out of tune. “Let’s go fly a kite. Up to the highest height.”
“If you finish that song I will send this kite soaring and fly you and me back to my boring history books.”
“Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring.”
“I mean it, Wally.”
“Up through the atmosphere.” His voice gets obnoxiously high-pitched. “Up where the air is clear. Let’s all go fly a kite!”
“That’s it.” John lets go of the spools, but there isn’t enough wind or it’s a little too heavy. Instead of it taking off, they dragged on the ground until some kid grabbed it and ran.
“Well, it was a pretty good threat.”
“And if you still had one of your legs, you might have been able to catch it.”
“Easily.”
John notices that his finger must have gotten caught in the handle. He bends down to pick it up, puts the ring on another finger. “This won’t do.”
“You think that’s bad? Whoever heard of a speedster without legs? Or arms? The second my dick falls off I’m going to head butt Batman.”
“That might knock off his head. Or yours. And where would that get us?”
“I’d be satisfied in at least one way. You know, in the movies I don’t remember the zombies’ appendages falling off.”
Zombie World (working title)
by Kate Shelby, rough draft
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s ridiculous. I am not going to do it.” He went back to his paper and tried to ignore Wally.
“I’m stuck here at your mercy. I asked you here to keep me company and so far I’ve watched you read history books my professors wouldn’t have subjected us to, eat salads for fun, and throw out all my junk food. Can I watch you do something that I think is fun?”
“I thought you did watch me do something fun.” John cocks an eyebrow at Wally.
“I mean something I can watch the other 99% of my day.”
They have a staring match. John tries to look stern and Wally tries to look miserable.
“And anyways, you asked me here because you couldn’t protect Center City and my sector has been slow for the last few months.”
“Please, John?” Wally sounds so earnest it might have just broken his heart. Their staring match lasts a few more seconds before John gives in. Before he knows it, he’s holding a plastic spool in each hand. Maneuvering the stunt kite Wally wanted was harder than it should’ve been. He deliberated over which print to get. It took forever for John to pull down the three types he wanted to see up close, which only revealed a primary-colored Superman Wally had to have. He almost fell out of the cart trying to bite John for deliberately thinking that he meant ever other kite but that one.
“Make it flip!” Wally demands and laughs at John when it takes a few attempts.
“If you can do better, I’ll stick this in your mouth and go back to my boring history books.”
“No, no! You’re doing great. There isn’t a better kite flyer on the playground!”
“That’s better.”
Wally starts to sing, badly out of tune. “Let’s go fly a kite. Up to the highest height.”
“If you finish that song I will send this kite soaring and fly you and me back to my boring history books.”
“Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring.”
“I mean it, Wally.”
“Up through the atmosphere.” His voice gets obnoxiously high-pitched. “Up where the air is clear. Let’s all go fly a kite!”
“That’s it.” John lets go of the spools, but there isn’t enough wind or it’s a little too heavy. Instead of it taking off, they dragged on the ground until some kid grabbed it and ran.
“Well, it was a pretty good threat.”
“And if you still had one of your legs, you might have been able to catch it.”
“Easily.”
John notices that his finger must have gotten caught in the handle. He bends down to pick it up, puts the ring on another finger. “This won’t do.”
“You think that’s bad? Whoever heard of a speedster without legs? Or arms? The second my dick falls off I’m going to head butt Batman.”
“That might knock off his head. Or yours. And where would that get us?”
“I’d be satisfied in at least one way. You know, in the movies I don’t remember the zombies’ appendages falling off.”
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