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Old September 10th, 2008, 12:30 AM
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Letters (A Zombie Tale)

This is a short story done by co-creator of the Chedwick and Sven Comics Mike Savisky. Mike jokingly refers to one of the main characters of this story (Richard) as the brother of Steve. I thought it was awesome so I decided to share it with all of you. Mike is interested in hearing some feedback so let me know what you think. It isn't really Heroscape related other than it includes zombies, I hope that is alright. Anyway, enjoy it, I sure did!

Letters - By Mike

Dear Richard,

Seeing you shamble through the park after sundown last
night in those tattered, blood-drenched jeans made me
dizzy. I feel a bit embarrassed writing you like this, but I
donít think I can keep my feelings bottled up. I think I love
you, Richard.

How long have we known each other? Itís been
years, hasnít it? I remember meeting you first when I was
dating Bill Waterworth during our junior year of college.
Remember that? I must admit I had a small crush on you
even then. Of course, Iíve always thought of us as friends,
but ever since you became undeadĖĖwell, I donít know,
Richard. I find you more attractive than ever before.
Please donít take this the wrong way. You were a
magnificent living man. But lately the slur in your speech,
the way you sway when you walk, and that irresistible
earthy smellĖĖitís all I can think about. If you feel the same
way, please let me know. Iím dying to know what might
become of us.

Yours truly,
Rachael

* * *

Deer Rachael,

Not problem. You not have to be embarrassed. What I
mean is I been thinking of you for while now too. You been
on my brains, as I think the saying goes? Anyway, I
shambling through park at midnight to look for special
place to hide collection of maggots I find burrowing into my
leg last Tuesday. They my friends. They my only friends in
the world I think sometimes. But then I come across family
of ducks on they way to the pond and I canít resist.
Rachael, I CANNOT RESIST. They so slow and have skulls so
thin. They like walking candy that is also brains. They walk
right to my mouth.

Now, when I thinks about it, I remember seeing
human at edge of park watching Richard. You that was? I
thought maybe that was police captain searching for
Richard, wanting to quarantine Richard and shoot head
with shotgun. My brains hurt now from try to spell
quarantine. Ouch. I think reach limit now. I go now. Just find
new maggot friend in finger! Isnít that neat? I name him
Squiggles I thinks.

* * *

Dear Richard,

I am so pleased to hear you feel the same way about me. I
knew fate had something to do with the frequency of our
encounters as of late. I just didnít know if those lazy,
drooling stares were a product of your condition or
something more. Now I know they were something much,
much more. Oh, you donít know what kind of agony I put
myself through.

Where do we go from here, Richard? This is
uncharted territory for the both of us. What would you say
to me visiting you this Friday? You live in the park near the
west end of the pond, am I right? We could meet at the
bench near the fountain where I leave these letters. I
remember you used to love going there to watch birds and
to enjoy a sunny afternoon. Itís the reason I left my letter
there to begin with.

I know we canít date like normal couples. Iím not
naive. They donít allow animals into most movie theaters
and restaurants, andĖĖthough youíre certainly not an
animalĖĖI think those rules are in place to keep the smell
and the mess to a minimum. I happen to delight in the way
your flesh occasionally drips from your bones. It makes my
heart drip into a puddle in my chest. But most people
wouldnít understand. Theyíd want to kick you out on the
street like you were an animal, and I couldnít bear to see
you treated that way.

Let me know if we can meet in the park. We can do
it after sundown. We can be completely alone.

Much love,
Rachael

P.S. The duck-bone collage you made me was absolutely
adorable. Itís hanging above my bed as we speak. I think it
really ties the room together.

* * *

Deer Rachael,

Having difficult day today. First, maggot friends all hatch
and fly away. Squiggles too. I think he was first to go. Had
no idea maggot friends were also flies with brains of they
own. Probably would have eaten them had I known. I guess
you live and you learn. Or you live and then you die and
then finally you learn.

I feeling very clever today. Maybe I thinks I start
writing memoir I always say I would write. What you think?
It possibly called ďDead Ends: One Manís Struggle To Live
After DeadĒ or ďDead Ends: One Manís Strugle To Live
After DeadĒ. The thing is, Iím not sure how to spell struggle
(strugle?). But when I find out, I will be in good shape I
thinks. My brains gained much good and helpful things since
I become undead, and I want to share them with the world.
Some good jokes too. If I wait too long, brains will be shot
off by police captain. So I must hurry. Do you know how it
works Microsoft Word? You not have to know Power Point
and Excel. Just Microsoft Word. If so, you might be of help
to write my memoir?

Of course I will meet you in park near the bench.
Midnight good for you? I am glad you still likes me even
after all this mess. I am not complaint, of course. Richard
is happy undead. But sometimes I thinks I like my face when
it not drooping off and my eyes is not rotting in my skull.
Maybe just vanity. I donít know.

Love too,
Richard

P.S. Some those bones not duck bones.

* * *

Dearest Richard,

I had the most amazing time with you last night. There
wasnít a cloud in the sky, and the full moon was beautiful. I
know we walked together for two hours, but it felt like
mere minutes with you at my side. I believe it was one of
the warmest nights of the year, and I was glad you let me
lean against you to cool off. Do all the undead have such
low body temperatures? Your hands are like ice!
I think the outline for the memoir you shared with me
is brilliant. I can see it becoming a national bestseller, no
kidding. And the poetry you selected to head each chapter
is perfect. Iím amazed, Richard. I will do everything in my
power to help you write it. I have a portable computer at
home with a word processor and I will bring it with me
when we meet again. How does Friday night sound?

Love,
Rachael

P.S. Itís spelled ďstruggleĒ.

* * *

Deer Rachael,

Richard REALLY frustrated. I try to get job doing park
maintenance. I figure I is here all this time anyway, so why
not clean up and make a living? (ďmake a livingĒ not a pun)
So now park officials say ďshoot to killĒ when they see me
shambling over near playground. I NOT EAT THE
CHILDREN!!! How many times I say it?! My skin enjoy the
heat from the slides! It tighten my pores and keep my flesh
not so flabby! Keeps the smell down! I only want to make
easier on children. Not eat. Even if infant brain sound
delicious (which it do) I NEVER eat it. Besides, you see them
kids that come to playground? Idiots. I donít thinks I would
eat they brains even if you pay me cash or even more
brains.

Anyway, thank for helping me write first chapter of
memoir. You have beauty face and beauty brains too. You
are special to me. I really hope park officials donít shoot
Richard and instead let Richard work. I want to make cash
to pay Rachael for help. I not freeloader.

Can we meets Thursday night instead of Friday? I
have gut feeling police captain have personal vendetta
against Richard and plan ambush on Friday night. Gut
feelings usually right. Hereís how it works: I pull guts out
and examine closely. Then, I thinks of the rhyme I made up.
It go like this: If guts are green, bad things are coming. If
guts are red, I go ahead with day like usual because things
probably be fine for a few more weeks at least.
It not rhyme as good as I thought.

Anyway, guts were green so I figure bad things
coming. They usually right about this stuff.

Love,
Richard

P.S. Are you sure it not ďstrugleĒ? It really look right to me.

* * *

Dear Richard,

I fear for your safety. Of course we can meet Thursday,
but what about Friday? Where will you go? What if the
police captain finds you? Iím afraid Iíll never see you again.
I would feel much better if you came to my place
and stayed in the backyard. Itís a spacious yard with
many bushes and a garden. I have a problem with rabbits
eating my vegetables and you may be able to help with
that. What do you say? I wouldnít mind at all.

Weíll talk about it Thursday night. Iíll bring my
computer again so we can work. Looking forward to our
next date!

Love,
Rachael

P.S. Iím positive itís ďstruggleĒ.

* * *

Deer Rachael,
Thank for your concerns. But Richard not Hollywood
zombie. Richard am human undead real person with
feelings and some mild brain decay. Richard might not be
smartest or handsome anymore but can defend for his
self. Also, I find shards of thick metal in dumpster and jam
them into skull so if police captain shoot at head, bullets
will bounce off. Also, it make Richard look like Terminator.
But I would not mind to leave park for couple days,
and rabbit sounds like tasty brains, so I will come. You are
kind to me. How can I ever repay? If my heart still beated
in my chest, it would beat for you. But it just a clump of
black goo now. Oh well.

Richard will see you Thursday.

Love,
Richard

P.S. Do Rachael know what gangrene look like? Just
wondering.

* * *

Dear Richard,

I am worried beyond measure. I waited for you near the
fountain for over an hour tonight. You didnít show. I came
home to see if youíd come directly here, perhaps confused
about where we were meeting. But you were nowhere to
be found. I am going to finish this letter and go back to the
park for a while.

I hope youíre all right.

Love,
Rachael

P.S. I do not know what gangrene looks like, but I did some
research and it can be harmful if left untreated. Iím not
sure what it can do to undead flesh, but it can destroy
living flesh rather quickly. We should have a doctor take a
look at it.

* * *

Dear Richard,
Itís been two days. Iím beginning to think Iíll never see you
again. I looked for you everywhereĖĖnear the fountain, the
playground, the picnic tables, even the soccer field. Where
are you? I thought of calling the police, but Iím afraid they
may have something to do with your disappearance. I hope
youíre all right. Please, if you find this letter, come to my
house immediately.

Love,
Rachael

* * *

Deer Rachael,

Not good. Richard am sorry if this letter is poor writing
and the paper kind of bloody. Richard not doing so good.
Police captain came Thursday and not Friday. And he not
brought bullets but flame thrower. Richard did not plan for
that. Apparently, guts were not reliable. Maybe it was
green for good and red for bad? I donít know.

Anyway, Richard was on him way to meet Rachael
Thursday night when foot fell off. Probably gangrene
problem. I should have known itchy and redness were not
good sign. Anyway, foot fall off and tumble down steep hill
and Richard am trying to chase when other foot snap at
ankle and Richard immobilized in strange valley. I spend
hour crawling back up hill only to find teenagers smoking
and laughing at Richard at top. I try to scare them by
scream ďbrainsĒ but they only laugh more. They have my
foot and is playing keep away. I scream more and
someone calls police and them show up with pistols. They
laughing kids not laughing anymore but pull out pistols of
they own and start shooting at police. Richard caught in
middle of this mess. Luckily, the metal in my head deflect a
few bullets. But then the shooting stop and police arrest
kids and call backup for ďzombie problemĒ. I scream ďI not
zombie! I not bite you! I just want to meet girl at fountain!
Write next chapter for book!Ē but nobody listen. Police
captain show up with grin on face and flame-thrower in
hands. He burn Richard severely and Richard run but not
fast enough. Police captain chase and burn Richard to
ashes. Only head remain. Thatís right. I am only head.
Maybe partial spinal cord. I canít tell. I write with teeth.
Anyway, Richard very sorry and ashamed, and by
time you read this have probably rolled self off bridge onto
six lane highway. Probably just a mess.

Richard am leaving you notes for memoir. Would
Rachael finish for Richard? It am my dying wish. I love you
forever.

Love,
Richard

* * *

Dear Richard,

Itís been seven years since your passing, and although I
know youíll never read this I felt obligated to write you.
Perhaps itís my way of finally saying goodbye.

You will be pleased to know that I worked diligently
on your memoir for months after you left, and finished it
before the end of that year. An agent from a respectable
agency picked it up and sold it for $90,000. Since then, it
has gone paperback, and been translated into seventeen
languages! Isnít that amazing?

I am using the money generated by its success to
sponsor undead persons seeking higher education. Itís
called the Richard Rawlings Memorial Dead-ucation Fund.
Already, two underprivileged undead have completed their
studies and have gone on to become a social worker and a
small business owner respectively.

I miss you very much, but I know youíre in a better
place. I am dropping this letter into the fountain where we
had our first date.

Love,
Rachael

The End
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Old September 10th, 2008, 01:09 AM
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Wow....

So touching.
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Old September 10th, 2008, 09:43 AM
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Re: Letters (A Zombie Tale)

This is pretty weird, but in a good way! I thought the last letter by Richard was pretty good. "That's right. I am only head. Maybe partial spinal cord. I can't tell." Very funny! My only suggestion would be to incorporate actual heroscape stuff in next time. Maybe make a zombie that is in love with a Nakita.

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You can pretend that it's a nakita agent if you'd like. it wasn't made to be Heroscape related really, it's just a short story. Like I said, I wasn't really sure it fits here. But Mike wanted some feedback and I knew I could get some good feedback here.
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Re: Letters (A Zombie Tale)

I thought it really captured all of the heart wrenching difficulties of the forbidden love between the living and the undead.

As a lover of all things zombie, I thought it was slightly reminiscent of the film "Zombie Honeymoon". Which of course highlights some of these same difficulties. How does a young vibrant woman reconcile her feelings of love towards her newlywed (now turned newlyundead) husband?

When it's love it will last forever, and ever, and ever, until decay tears us apart.

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That can only mean one thing. And I don't know what it is.
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I thought it really captured all of the heart wrenching difficulties of the forbidden love between the living and the undead.

When it's love it will last forever, and ever, and ever, until decay tears us apart.

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That was so touching. It broke my heart.
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Re: Letters (A Zombie Tale)

Wow.

Just wow.

This sets a precedent, really. Tell Mike I'm saving this to my computer, and I'm going to have to live up to this in my own mind when I write humor/romance. This is exactly the kind of convention-breaking humorous yet touching kind of story I love. Is your friend looking into getting this published? It's actually fantastic it's not HS-related, so he could put it in a short story collection or a fantasy magazine or something.

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