Nothing Changed, Yet They Did

A soul collector flew over head. He gazed at the sky watching as the creature slithered through the air much like water snakes.

"I wonder how they do that with no water up there," he though very intellectually. Before his brain could begin to ponder why he wasn't pondering the dragon creature being at his school, in Leander there was a bang. He heard people screaming and smiled, "I bet it was the riceballs. I would guess the Blue Belles but they wouldn't be able to make anything that beautiful." He ran off so as to not miss a chance to see the wondrous blaze. When he got to the site of the explosion depression overcame him. There was no fire... though the dead bodies were nice, wait, they weren't dead, not really. The "corpses" began to rise. "Shit, pink zombies... what has the world come to... oh wait. Nothing has really changed at all."


"Agh. Run, zombie preps," someone said apathetically.

He was about to laugh when he noticed the soul collectors disappearing around the corner. He ran after them. He saw something drop, metal clanked on the floor. He bent down and scooped it off the floor then straightened quickly to resume his game of demon chase with the flying apparitions. They were gone. He looked around, "Where could they have gone? All the doors were closed and they have no hands." He shrugged it off and looked at the thing in his hands. It was a silver cross with a ring around the middle. He looked at it for a few moments then put it on. "Maybe I should get away from the zombies now." Hair dryers and make up waved through the air in the zombie's hands as they stumbled through the hall like they all had hangovers.

"It's ironic really," he mumbles to himself, "How little has changed, it'd be like a normal day at school is it wasn't dark outside."