"Looking good Andrew, hairs crisp, tie is straight and your teeth are pretty perfect."
Andrew reminises to himself while looking at his rearview mirror. Andrew takes a
big cough and starts to talk to himself.
"Hello ma'am, I'm with the Y.I.N... and.. I.."
"No, no... god damn.. thats not it" he continues to ramble
"Hello ma'am, I was sent by the National Department of...."
"Comon' Andrew.. you can do it.."
"Hello ma'am, I am looking very handsome today"
"Meh, It's close enough"
Andrew opens the car door, gets out, and gives the door a firm shut. Andrew grabs the neck of his collar and neatly places it back. While still talking to himself on how his speech is going to go, he starts to begin his accent up the stairs to his victims home.
He quickly presses the button on his keychain and the car makes a slight beeping sound, assuring that no other theives will steal his vehicle. Everytime, the walk up the stairs always seems the longest. While Andrew walks up the stairs, he keeps on talking to himself. Until he reaches the door and gives the doorbell a ring. The ring sounded like a musical tune, which sort of made Andrew dance with his feet alittle. The door creaks open and a older lady opens the door, the screen door leaves shut. "What, can I do for you?" Asks the women with a quizzled appearance
Andrew replays with supreme timing
"Hi, my name is Andrew Lightheart and I am with the National Department of Ful-gor Bacteria" Andrew smiles brightly, the look on the womens face... he knows he has her.
"I am doing a routine check up on all the houses in this regional area, to make sure that this bacteria isn't roaming the your households"
"Baa..cteria?" The old women replys
"Yes!" Andrew answers "Bacteria that can eat away your home, and give you a nocturnal aids virus"
Thoughts start to race through Andrews head,
"ok now for something fancy to top it all off"
Andrew gives a warm smile and begins his speech called the "Tearjerker"
"I have seen some pretty bad cases in my time, and I have watched people die in their own homes due to this bacteria."
Andrew continues "You want to protect your loved ones right? You don't want say... a niece or grandson coming over and dieing in your arms, do we?
The womens face turns completely blank, and her face fills with tears. Andrew knew that this women would give up everything to protect her loved ones. Everything...
"Whh..what do I have to do?" the old women asks
"Well, all I need from you is a small discharge deposit of.. lets say, eight hundered dollars?, that should cover it"
"Oh that much?, let me grab my purse..."
The older lady walks off. Andrew peers into the room and looks deep into the hallway. She is no where in plain sight. Suddenly Andrew starts to cheer on himself.
"Oh buddy, you got a big one this time!"
Andrew just stands there, tapping his feet and waiting for his big paycheck. But, the lady doesn't come back.
"how long is this going to be?" Andrew sighs
Without a warning his backpocket starts to vibrate. It's the cellphone going off again. Andrew opens up the cellphone and gives a quick
"Hello?"
"Hey Daddy!"
It's Helena, Andrews love and world. This is one of the two weeks of the summer his daughter gets to spend time with him, and Andrew loves every moment of it. It's taken Andrew a few months to have his daughter back with him for a bit in his hands. But every minute was truely worth it.
"Hey Sweety!, whats up?"
"Well, I just wanted to say hi and make sure you were ok
"Awh, hunny! Thats so kind of you"
Andrew looks once again into the darkness of the hallway, the women isn't back yet
"But, Helena... sweety, Daddy has to get back to work"
"Awh, ok dad"
"Bye hunny"
"Bye daddy"
The phone line goes dead. Putting away his phone Andrew looks at his watch, it's been almost fifteen whole minutes now.
"Where is that bloody women?" Andrew revolts to himself.
Andrew rings the doorbell again. The tune echos throughout the empty hallway. Nothing. He gives the door handle a bit of a jiggle, and its pretty loose. The door was open. Figuring that he better make sure that his money was ok, Andrew opened the door and walked into main hallway. You always think to yourself, "wow, shitty carpet"
While slowly walking on the burban rug, he makes his way to the first room. From the room, Andrew heard shuffiling of somekind. So the women was in here. Andrew opens the door, and peers inside. A large meow conducts itself and a cat escapes the room underneath Andrews legs.
"ah, just a bloody cat" says Andrew
Suddenly, his neck started to feel a breeze. It was breathing... really heavy breathing. The anymous being then grabbed his shoulder and started to make him turn around. It was the most ugliest thing he could ever lay his eyes on.

End of Chapter 1

ok ok before you go.. OMGZORZ NO ZOMBIES LOL POWER RANGERZ.. This first chapter was nescessery for the reader to get the basic feeling towards the character... In some stories it goes like this
"Mark Bob"
I'm in the swat, and I have a big penis and big guns. oh yeah..
and thats about it.. I solely made this just so you could understand Andrews viewpoints which will excell throughtout the short story.
Thanks for reading

OMG, DEPRESSED, IF ONLY I CAN +REP YOU ID GIVE YOU:

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That was THRILLING!!
I look forward to more!!!

That old lady was DUMB :DDDDDD
Probably she's the zombie?

hehe, you will find out in Chapter two. but I really think I showed how greedy Andrew is.

Edit: I also just noticed the bacteria he talks about is named after the bear things in warcraft.. wow

This post has been edited by Hysterically Depressed on October 08, 2006 07:30 pm

Sorry for the late bump,
BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS?!!?!?!

Are we lacking time to think of our stories!!!?!?!?!?!

Well, I for one, am lacking time.

BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE ON, THIS IS GREAT!