BIG REX CHAPTERS 5 & 6

I left them dummies! I had scratched my nose. It was itching. Now, y'all knows, if you ever been with heavy duty dudes, trained in wilderness survival skills techniques! When the temperature shifts, air pressure gets messed up, modulates, and your instincts turn on primal junk, in your brain!

What the hell all that means is, your primal old nose, your big old primal nose, sense, kicks in and your on to something! So, I looked around, all shit was black! I turned on my thinking cap, and tied a new bunch of ropes to a pipe, and this time, I had my shit together, jack! And jack wasn't gonna be stopped by rats!

Boy! I had a pulley, a pulley with me, so this should be easier going for this Gangsta Cowboy hunting, from now on! Well I grabbed the rope, ropy dope, and arbitrarily chose to swing it to the left. I had lots of paths to take now, lotta options, cause in my head, I had all the shit that guy, told me about the ship, was sitting on my brain. I felt cool, and didn't have no pain! Ha, ha, ha, heeh, heeh! I started climbing down, and down. And I had tied two lightweight flashlights to my mask, so to see in the dark! All me, had to do was turn my head this ah way o that ah way, brother! Heeh, heeh, ha, ha.

I climbed down the rope, nice and slow. Don't want to fall y'all know what I mean?
And was listening hard, the ship was quiet except for the banging of strips of metal banging against each other, and the constant sound of dripping water, and occasional echoes of the two knuckle heads talking crap, I left behind. I was going down and down and I could see around, the floor of the next deck, it looked spooky! Oh, man!

I got down, and looked up and saw this here pretty sign. A big ass plastic sign, all but, forty foot long sign, with big white letters done in script type, It had a baby light blue background, and it said," Welcome To The Promenade Happy Deck." Shit, I said to my self, you got to be kidding me man? Heeh, heeeh, ha, ha, ha.

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Well, sir, under that sign, was a bunch of stupid ass arrows pointing to where stuff was, like bars, restaurants, Casinos, clothing stores, and stuff like that, were they supposed to be. But since everything got crashed and bashed, burnt and all, believe my ass, if I could see more than 40 or 50 feet in front of me, that was a lot, if that? Check it out! And dude, man, I dam sure, didn't see no Casinos!

There was so much carnage, people hanging from the ceiling, head with no eyes, noses, teeth, and part of the ship, collapse parts of decks, metals junk, smelling of funk, that had fallen down, all around me. Lucky, I thought to my self, that I don't scare easily! Cause anybody else, if they were sane, would be shaking in their cowboy boots, feeling pain! I got down and placed my foot on the deck, floor and just started walking! I hopped over of couple eyeballs, and I took out my map. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, boy, that you that much! I saw a vast, big room. All burnt up and chard up, there must of been one hell of va, a big ass fire in this here, part of the ship. I walked down in the dark and there in front of me, was this big black obese dude blocking my way. I said, hey, big fat obese dude, yo, boy, what the hell you doing man, just because you dead, don't give you no right to block the street traffic, man? Get up! The Bubble-eyed, dead funker sucker, didn't listen to my ass, Acted like he didn't' hear me!

So I shot him, Bam, Bam.
So I ran and hopped over the dude, and soon as I landed on the other side, another dude suddenly, fell out of ceiling scaring the hell of my ass! I freaked out! I didn't shout, but in blink of an eye, pulled out both my pistols, and blasted that hunker funker sucker to pieces too, BAM, BAM, Bam, Bam and Bam! Take that sucker, Bam,Bam!

Now, y'all know I am already crazy, y'all know it, so to get a crazy man enraged ain't smart!
I was now pissed off. I spotted on the wall one of those Fire Department emergency glass cases with a big red sharp hatchet inside!

The sign read, " Break in case of emergency" I karate kicked the window in, "Boom," and took the sucker out and proceeded to vent my anger out on the sucker Kung fu, style!
Chopping the son of a bitches head off, then I raised up the hatchet and chopped his neck off, then I chopped off his hands! I chopped off his fingers!
I was getting angrier, and couldn't control myself.
I chopped open his chest and ripped out his heart from his chest, and said, boy, boy do you hear me? Boy, don't you ever, ever scare me like that again, do you hear me boy?

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Just for that, I am gone eat your heart, you son of a bitch. Nobody, booby, scares, BIG REX, do you, do you, do you hear me boy? I said, do you hear me? Do you hear me booby?
I walked a few feet away, and shook the hatched angrily at him several times, cursing at the boy!

I was so goddam mad. Who the hell that turkey thinks he is, scaring me like that? Shucks, If that sucker was alive swear, I swear, I, I'd kill him!
Man, shit, that cowpoke, could of fell on top of my ass and killed me! Got some dam nerve, shit! The Things dead people do!
Well, I was getting all riled up now, and well, sir, it dawned on me, wait, one cotton minute now, I thought, better try to calm my butt down! I am on a mission. I gots, to stay focused! I gots, to stay disciplined! I thought to my self, and it was a good thing, I was paying attention too, cause just a few steps away, was a big gapping hole in the floor, and lucky thing i spotted it, cos, I could have fallen in, fell in and died fried! Well, sir, I was still angry though, just couldn't help myself! So, I put the guys heart in small black plastic bag, and turned around, and aimed good, and shot the man in the head, Bam Bam Bam! Boy, although dead, he still looked angry! So, what?

Speaking of being pissed off, well, normally, this was of course, was not a normal situation, and was causing mt a lotta aggravation, and when I want to calm my self down, I count to ten, but since this was not a normal situation, I counted to twenty to calm myself down. And get myself back together! So, after a minute or two, after awhile, I was able to refocused, regroup my head. Steady my frayed nerves, and put that dead dick head cowpoke, out of my mind!

I looked down at the big hole in the floor, it was deep, deep, but, I still had mountains of rope, and found a way, of hooking up a line.
I tied another rope together, knotted it up good and tight, and continued on down. Things were looking mighty rough. Suddenly I could hear a voice calling out to me. It was Jonathan, "Hey, Big Rex, Big Rex, is everything all right? I heard gunfire," yelled Jonathan from up above, boy got two ears, one on the right side of his head, and another on the other side one, two? Hmmmm, and them boys seem to work, so I yelled up to him. Year, Jonathan, No problem, nothing I can't handle! I just saw a shadow moving on the wall and shot it, over reacted thats all, if you hear shooting from time to time, don't worry! It's just me having fun!

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I thought to my self, what a turkey, that boy is! He be asking questions about every little thing. Some folks are pesky, always complaining like little babies, complaining about every Goddam thing, pain in the ass types! There always one in every crowd!
Well, anyways, I noticed something? Something, hell, something was running? Holy shit! It was a dog running away with an arm in its mouth! Sucker had survived, and sucker was, was hungry! I was about to shoot the sucker, when I noticed it was a pair of the suckers, two [ BLEEPING ] dogs were devouring its former owners bodies! Now, I smiled, and in a nice happy voice said, here boys come to daddy, nice little boys! Quickly, reached into other bag, and took out some cake.
Come here little doggies, I said enticing them boys, with a yellow pound cake. I quickly pulled out a dish, and I filled the dish with bottled water, and said guess what? Guess what daddies got? Yes, sir, ree bobby, daddies got nice water for you boys! Here boy come here, come on, come, come on! Don't you boys want a drinky?

Well, didn't take me long to get them to come over.
Dogs love my smile! Oh course, the sweet aroma of the yellow pound cake helped too! I patted them gently. These dogs were friendly pets that had survived, and had no choice but to eat, cause if they didn't shit, you knows what happens when you don't eat?

I am gonna have them as pets.
These boys were tiny babies pups, but one day if I don't eat them, they will grow up to be powerful, feisty dogs, sound and well put together, not clumsy nor long in the leg. I know them suckers, they got great personalities!

So, I pulled out some duck tape and, and wrapped it around their necks, and tied a rope to it, and tied the rope to a pole, and this way they wont get away. I will be back to get them later. I taped up their mouths shut, so they won't barks too much. I need to have peace and quiet, my nerves were shot!

So, anyways, I was just about to move down a little further on the rope, when holy shit! I spotted another dog! A big one eating a body too! Bam Bam bam, I let that hairy dill pickle, have it in the head, it was a labrador retriever, big black son of bitch, I shot the sucker cause it was big, big dog, with lots of meat on it! I gone fry that sucker up!

I took it, cause right now we ain't got no food, and I am going to eat this sucker. This boy I am gone sliced up and placed in the freezer, real nice! He could provide us with enough meat for month!

It was the next best thing to finding a pig!

So I knew what I had to do? Hey Sally! Sally? You, you, you hear me sally? Things are, looking up! Year!

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Well, sir, there I was. yep! I had better days! But right now, I was climbing down, climbing down, ever so carefully, with the big old dog, I just shot, in this here bag over my shoulder.
As I went down, I couldn't help looking all around. There all around me was destroyed stores, lots of big fancy storefronts, all busted apart, signs hanging down precariously, with the plastics hanging down too, and the long florescent tubes that used to illuminate them, exposed and dark.

The storefront glass windows were shattered, all the store glass, was battered, busted and broken in huge dangerous pieces. Inside I could see, there were lots of smiling manikins, dressed in pretty fun in the sun outfits. Shit, they were so totally, totally, oblivious to the reality of the scene they were in the middle of.

Oddly, while just a few feet, away lay dead bodies of real people, tossed around like garbage, some with their heads missing, some looking like manikins pretty too, but dead on the floor, never to move no more!

So, I was, looking all around, shining my flashlight in the dark, as I got farther, and father down.
I wanted to see what's down here, even though most of it was distasteful and disturbing as all hell to me!
Boy, what a dark dank joint, this here place is, to see, I thought to myself!

I don't want to be down here any longer than necessary!

Shucks, boy, lots of crazy happenings in Bumble bugger land today.

I wish this day was over, and I could go back to camp, and get some shut eye, but, first I got to see if theres anyway we can get some food, out of this dam ship, other wise boy, its gone be curtains for me, and the other two dudes waiting for me, too!

There will be time to sleep afterwards I said to my self, right now,

I can't feel good about this, who the hell would?

When you got to climb down in a burnt boat, the size of the empire state building all by your self, hungry as all get go, and looking for something to eat, It makes me feel like, like a rat searching in the dark,
looking for a piece of cheddar cheese. Hmmm, Well, this doggy meat I caught, is our cheddar cheese, I guess, and, and it is a blessing!

We won't starve after all! Comforting thought, that is big relief, big relief for me!

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And, this here rope, better not pop, cause I don't want to drop, but if I do, shucks, I better bounce boy, thats all I can say! I don't wont to impale my self on one of those giant, knife shaped, pieces of glass sticking up like teeth down there!

Won't make my day.

This has been a heck of a day too, I thought to my self trying to relax my poor mind as I descended in the black abyss!

This place is so dam creepy, I mean it, never been in something like this before!

It's like, like crawling around inside a stinking slimy garbage dump all by your self with no light! Shucks!

Whats this, I said to myself as I took the slaughtered dog meat, to the butcher shop on the lower floors. The light was flickering off and on. Oh shit, I thought, hope the electricity don't go. It's probably just a glitch. Anyways, so, as I got down to the butcher shop, I opened the door, the cold air hit me, chilled me to the bone, flicked on the light, and threw the bag down on the floor, near a water drain pipe.

And took the catch out of the bag, and grabbed a hose and washed it, and hose it down, good.
After that, I placed it on top of the large table, and I skinned it, took the buzz saw, sliced it up, threw the entrails away, and packaged up the prime pieces of meat, real neat!

Thinking about how the meat looks, I said to myself, woo,boy! Hold on now there partner! Goddam it, these folks I am with, Jonathan and Captain crazy, these boys, don't be accustomed to funny looking meat and all.

So why the hell, don't I take some extra time and hook it up, make it look, real nice !

I pulled out this here shiny blue electric shaver I found, and plugged the sucker into the wall! It started buzzing, like a loud bat out of hell, and I carefully shaved off any tell tails signs of doggy hairs, yep, sucker was looking smooth!

I want to make it look good, you know what I mean? Want it to appear just like real pork chops, so when I feed it to Jonathan and Di andronikos, they would be fooled, and gulp it down happily, with out second thoughts, and without asking any questions, smile and ask for seconds, no problem!

That was my plan!

I will let them get accustomed to eating it for couple of weeks, and sometime in the future.

I will tell the boys, what they are really eating, cause, it isn't easy to wrap your head around things you got to do to stay alive, you know what I mean?

This is a crucial step to mentally to accept, do you, do you know what I am saying?

Crucial stuff, partner, getting your mind to go along, with traditions you been brought up with to think are wrong!

And Goddam it, are dam wrong, but shit, life is a movie, and you are in it.

And when it comes time, hear me, when it comes time to play the bad role, the insane role, to stay alive, you play or you die, brother mother sucker!

Get your mentality ready, ready for living on the edge, ready to face death and tell him, no, no, n o, . . . I won't go! Get your mind, your self mentally and physically preparing to live in this new world on the new Earths. Hard as it gone be!

Your body needs time to adjust, and your mind gone needs time, too!

Time to take, and you know, get use to living like this and thinking like this, in this new way of living and new ways of cannibalism.

It ain't gone be easy.

It ain't gone be easy, at all, boy!

Breaks your heart, breaks my heart to say it, but what it is, is what it is, when you don't got no other alternatives!

I feel broken hearted and betrayed that I got to do it this way, but this is the cards we have been dealt. Sally? Sally? I know you out there, some where Sally. I am, I am hangin on, with broken wing and freakin song!

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I will play any card to survive, wouldn't anybody?
I knew what I had to do. Ain't no body need to tell me my next step. I wasn't born yesterday baby!
I went straight on back to the freezers. Yep! There were dozens, dozens of frozen people in the chambers. I chose the man, in the super cold freezer, That dude! The one we spotted before. The guy who froze to death, while standing up, calling on his cellphone for help. I took him, placed him on a hand truck, and rolled the boy, down the hall to the butcher shop, about hour later, I left. I did, I did what any man would do, who had a survivalist mentality and attitude and knew goddam well what had to be done.

This new world, ain't made for sissies! Sissy's, don't thrive, only the bad survive!

Especially in life and death times, like this!

Afterwards, I headed back up the ropes. My mission now, was to verify, if what I did, was justified or not, it all depended on if I find meat to eat or not?

I had to see, I just had to see, if it was true or false. If there was any real fresh eatable meat on board? Boy, I tell you, sir, It didn't look good.

The map showed, the meat lockers were located on the west side of the boat, the side that was devastated by fire. I headed over there, cautiously optimistic.

I climbed through the mountains of debris, swinging from one rope to the next like Tarzan, the man, but with a bright flashlight on my gas mask on my head, climbing down in the pitch blackness of the boat bed.

There, in the dark. Strange [ BLEEPING ] sounds came. Some drops of water was falling down, from far above me, perhaps two or three hundred feet high above over me. The drips would zoom down.

It would smack me all over and in my face too, sounding like something like this, " spat, spat and spat," again, and roll down my body cold like ice! And wetting my hands, wetting me all up, loosening my ability to grip the goddam rope tight.

Making the ropes slimy and slippery, year, increasing my chances of, of of slipping and falling to my death. I held tight, as best I could, looked all around, then down below I saw it.

It was so black, so dangerous and doomy looking to me, it, it got me a worried, real worried, I wouldn't make it out alive.

The it, I was talking about, was, was, It was the every thing down here! The totality of it was mind boggling to me. All the gloom, all the destruction in this dark hell hole, with me in it. With me in here, in here. I had to desperately try to stay in touch with my self, to understand where here was. Was here really here, this this really happened? Oh, the inhumanity of it all, so many people fall, so many gone, went for boat ride, a boat ride. from which they will never come back at all. I stopped a second and hung dangling on the rope, like a tiny spider on a web, and shined the beam of the flashlight around me looking in amazement at all the massive collapsed stores fronts, trapping scores of people in deep cavities of the waste and the rubble like ants.

The aura of death and gloom was palpable, thick in stench of the air, of the this particular part of the doomed ship. Thousand and thousands of heads, feet, arms lay mixed in with waste all rotting.

I walked on so many eyeballs, I had to force my self not to pay them any mind anymore, they'd go pop, when you walk on one! And go pop, when you walk on two. and pop pee dee pop, pop, I kept walking, i wasn't gone stop!

I just walked straight, not think about it and just do what I got to!

It had bad feelings about it.

Very bad feelings!

I saw skeletons, caught up and hanging, in streams of electrical wires. The fire ravaged them.

They didn't have no flesh, undressed, bones bare seen, not none. It had all been burned off clean, son!

Horrible!

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They were doomed, emaciated dead whited ashed human skeletons frames, they hung in the air like on a clothes line. Like, or looking like, they had been lynched, hung dangling on the electrical wires, high in the air.

Slowly rotating there, around as if on a circus display!

I couldn't look, had, had to turn my eyes away! Rather than look up there and see their bodies sway!

I saw a baby, it was disgusting! Don't settle for less! No! Dead!

As if, as if part of some nightmarish theatrical, some nightmarish theatrical set! It was spooky!
But, best I could tell, only live thing down here moving was me, lonely scary feeling that thought was, but, but, I told myself, get over it! After all, how much longer will take to find out what I needed to know, then get out of here!
That will be that, and I can forget it all, or try to at least! But right now, it was hard to see, I was alert to the max, my eyes wide nervously exploring every single nook and cranny.

I was, was shaking my head crazily all around, so the flashlight would give me an idea where I was.
I was in spooky-land. People who travel into spooky-land die.

I hope to god I don't. Enough BS! Enough time lost, I got to concentrate, as a ex-soldier, I had a job to do. I can day dream later, I told my self! I got to keep my wits about me. If I don't I am a goner! Then, after a while, I got my minds thoughts straight, and I lowered myself down, down, down a little more to the floor. And shined the flashlight to where the meat lockers were. Finally the answer was there. Boy, I shook my head, opened my eyes wide as can be and stared like a [ BLEEPING ] Jerk!

Plastic? Glass, what, what the [ BLEEPING ] shit was it?
Oh, shit! Goddam. Oh I get it. The , the fire must of melted all this shit. Melted till it turned into a river o boiling combination of all the crap down here. When cooled it left this section sealed up under it, thats what must of happened, can't think of nothing else as looked and shined the flashlight down and saw the shiny sheet of what thought was glass, but .
That whole section was sealed over complete, sealed under a thick layer of glass or something like it.
It was so dam incredible. OH My God! Shit, reminds me of all the Bull Shit, I hear scientist rapping about, how you know, how hot them dam, volcanos gets! Sucker, it melts everything! And this sheet of glass, it, it was holy shit, I guess, well ?
Bad fish! was? Perhaps six feet or more of some sort of glass under me. Sucker, was shiny, too! Could see my face in the sucker! I assume the intensity of the fire, it was so hot that the infrastructure boiled like hot butter, mud der! And melted metals, plastics and glass, and if I was there would of melted my ass too, and turned it into, into a liquified soup and just poured it all over everything down here. Oh hell year! Off limits, it was boy, If it was off limits to me, and its most certainly is off limits to me, then, thats it, its off limits to everybody, cause I can't get to it. If I can't nobody can.

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Besides that, cause ain't no [ BLEEPING ] coming down here, besides me!
Ain't, no body coming down here.
They got to be crazy or desperate like me!

Shucks, I thought to myself, whispering to myself, I said, I am desperate, desperate to live. I need a drink. I must, must be crazy, shit, to come down here in all this. All the way down here by my self. This, is hell, then I noticed my feet. I felt heat, my bottoms of, of my cowboy boots were getting hot, this sucker I was standing on, was still warm, and burning my shoes. Plus, it was releasing god knows what type of chemicals and shit in the air. Who's know what I am exposing my self to. Thank, God I got a mask, Shit!
I looked around, the meat lockers, wow, gone! Buried under this hard glass shit! No, way in hell to, to get to them bad boys!

I need to get the get hell out!

Next stop on my mission now, was to get to the other side of this ship, to where the map said was the can food warehouse, lets hope I have better [ BLEEPING ] LUCK. I told my self to get over it, and get a hold of the rope and get out of there.

My thoughts wandered as I climbed back up. My life seemed weird all the time, I had been born with power to do, do strange stuff. Stuff other people couldn't.

I all ways had a strangeness about me.
My child hood was a nightmare because of it.

I was always able to move stuff, little metal toys, toy cars and silverware, small things. No, I know what your thinking all kids can do that, yep, but all kids can't do it using the mind powers only.
Sure folks would say, all ways say to me, I am crazy, the mad little boy, the madman. And I would be tempted to prove it, but I, I well, when I do, it would bring bad luck, and cause worse trouble, so, it's best keep it a secret.

Other wise, they'd call me crazy.
Cause some times I can do it, and sometimes I can't. Year, like my secret ability as a ventriloquist. I do it from time to time. Never got rich doing it!

Yes mad, yes I am, I guess, I am, all of those things, but
I am all these things, and more, more, more, I always thought I was not just mad but, I thought, maybe, I should never have been born. I was always felt out of place, somehow. I remember, as I grew up, found out lots of folks did not have the power to move stuff using their minds only as I did.

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You know what y'all call, telekinetic powers.

Most folks said, it was a lie. Call us quacks, and shit, its true. a lot of knuckle heads, want make like they are something they not, and do BS! But, nature is in control of who gets what and how! One out of a million got a little! We who can do it sometimes, are thrown in the nut house, or disliked, or we ourselves under pressure, just go insane, or, we just keep it to ourselves, and live out our crazy lives as best we could, and die insane.

Being born different, ain't never easy.

No, nobody, sure in hell knows about me. And I know before the world ended there
there was just a few, sisters, brothers, my parents, perhaps some of my neighbors I did tricks on. But otherwise I kept it to my self. when I was little I fooled my friends when I would play with Sally, and her boy friend the turtle. His name was Tall, lee blue.

My people thought Sally, could talk! The horse was able to talk, and was understanding them, but it was really just me! But I would throw my voice as a ventriloquist, and make my voice come out of Sally the horse, and sing : Yee pee eye a eye Oh, Yee pee eye a eye Ho. My boy friend is a turtle and he is so small, but I don't care at all, Yee pee eye a eye Oh, Yee pee eye a eye Ho! Ha, ha, ha, ha, . . Yep, I remember.
Year, those were the happy days. But, just look where I am now. All of a sudden, a large drop of water, came zooming down from up above, and smacked me in right in the face. POW! That woke me up! Time to pay attention or die! I looked up, the water, drops of water was dripping down from high above! I looked up!

And I was seeing the ceiling above me. And I am seeing stuff. I heard a moment ago, something like as if the ceiling was buckling or trying to fall. Stuff, I dam sure don't want to happen, I am dam sure tempted to. Try!
Cause, God doggit, what I see, is the ceiling, it, it looks, it just might fall or pieces of it. Shit, year, looks like it about to fall or snapping and sending pieces down, or tiny slivers of metals. It's hard to see in the dark, but. yes, some junk is falling loose! They are zooming down, this is not drips of water like before, these are tiny pieces of metal suckers that will slice me , cut me up me and kill me, if it hits me, hits my hands for sure, I would have have let go of the rope.

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So, now didn't plan to use my gifts, my secret gifts, my mental powers, but it's as I always say, when the time comes, it's use it or lose it times, or die.

It's death time coming down fast and furious at me.

I had to act. I used all my strength to tighten my mind up quick, concentrate, concentrate and straighten my thoughts to think, to focus on the falling hunks of big sheets metal.
I used something hardly no one knows about me, my, my secret gifts and summand my mind to bend the trajectories of the falling metals away from me just in time, some did bend away.

Zooming away to the left and right, out of my sight!
I kept on concentrating but my mental strength in this area of the unknown arts of the mind, are weak and suddenly, one big piece of metal, the size of a basketball came down, hit me in the head knocking me out.

I was seeing stars!

I was dizzy, confused delusional and loosened my grip on the rope and fell backwards akimbo style flipping around.

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Falling back with a thud, on the bizarre surface of the glass. I came down with an impact that hurt like all hell, stunning me as I bashed my head again on the ground! Lost!
The surface was steaming, warm in some spots and cool in others.
I screamed in pain and passed out, dazed and out of my head. I was bugging! Nuts!
I, I began, began to, to to hear, things, like strange sounds that merged with other sounds of the destroyed ship, the dripping water grew louder, and louder, the pounding sounded like drum beats in my head, dead, dead, dead, die, boom, boom!
Boom, boom boom, the dripping water-boarding, was too much for stupid me, driving insaner than I already was!
Then it started. Voices, voices and seeing strange forms in the blackness of the voids down here, shaking, floating worlds, all over the place going around, and around like on a merry go round. All kinds of stuff I saw moving on the surfaces of the corregated strange decks ceilings above me. Was it real? Then, oh oh! Yeeiiii ha,ha,ha,
A voice of a young girl cried, Deep Brooders wicket intruders killing the mothers of the good, you wicket filthy man, then and a angry mans voice yelled, watch out, watch, for the disturber of my calm, you are the disturber of my calm, you, must watch out for a Queen! A queen, is watching, looking for your other personality, in you, you who have so many personalities, he said.
Then he began laughing, Oh, ha, ha, ha! Oh, ha, ha, ha ha, ha, ha!

Another voice uttered, die, die and the word echoed a thousand times, with echoes getting fainter till they faded to a whisper. But still churning wildly. Then it yelled! Man over board, help! Man over board! Mannnn in the water!
The voices came out of the walls of the ship?
I don't know?
Was it the dead people yelling at me?
I don't know? I don't know? I don't know?
Was it the ship's spirit, screaming out at me?
I don't know, if it was my brain insane, or what a tiny sliver of deformed imagination I had left, or what?

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But me, me, Goddam it, things, not, not going, going good for me, I was losing it. My mind, mind my, my, head. My head was pounding, the headache sprung up suddenly. I felt it, it was dam, dam dam bad news, tell you that much! I was losing it!

Die, the man's voice screamed, screamed at me again, in the pitch blackness, echoing in my head! Die! Die, Dieee!
Die, it said, as I lay down, phosphate on the ground shivering in fear of the dark that surrounded me, and the end of me, near!

I mustarded up my own thunder and roared back, NO! I said no! It screamed back. Die, No, yes you must, No, I said. Die,

Die, no I won't.
Oh. Yes, you will! No! You must! No, hell no! Death wants you.
I don't give a shit, I am getting out of here! Oh no you not!
Oh no you not little man!
Not! Up yours, vagina hina ghetto climber!

Ha, ha, ha, . . . You are dead, just that you don't know it, he said to me! You are crazy and must die!

Don't even think of it, I said. I' think what I want too! Say what I want too! I got, I got what you don't sucker, life!
I got one, and you don't, if you do, come out of the [BLEEPING ] darkness and show your [ BLEEPING ] face! Then hearrd a lot of voices and then It all sounded crazy, and confused :

Hell, yes I am. No! Oh no, we won't allow it.
Pull it, how much? No, he is, is the one! He's the one!
Hell, no. Your not, you are dead one, You are crazy I will get out,
Oh no you won't, Oh, no you won't, Oh, no you won't. Will too! I yelled back at the sucker!

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Won't! Oh, yes, I will! Will not ! Wont. Oh yes i will! Oh no you won't, ha, ha, ha! Won't cause you're not here, you are dead! You been dead along time, the maggots got you ha, ha, ha, !

I remember coming to, my mind clearing just a little, blurry still, found, and found myself, I found myself flat, on my back. I was laying on the lumpy slick surface of the glass, strewn with waste and rubble, with a little white worms, was falling down like rain! it was maggots. I brushed them off my face, licked my lips cause they were getting dry, and the maggots were trying to get inside! I was getting thirsty. It was getting hot!
I freaked out. My piss leaked out.

It's like I was in an oven being fried up, to be eaten!
Are you going to eat me, I asked?

What?

Yes, said another voice, from here you will never get out!

Never get out, you are dead, it said.

The voices vowed, I would perish down here, and by the way things were happening, it looked that way to me, too, but I be dam, if this cowboy was gonna give up!

The voices! Then it stopped. It stopped just like that, then there was silence. Shit silence, sounded good!
I looked up, I tried to stop that metal from hitting me in the head but couldn't! So, my secret power of tele-kinetics, was bull shit! It didn't work when I needed it too!

It really didn't help me at that, nothing, that's what I got, and ah, oh Oh, hell, I was sweating, my eyes were watering. But I was alive. And that's what mattered to me!

That helmet, I had on, the plastic shield covering on the face of the mask, I was wearing got fogged up with maggots.
I could see my perspiration on it! Little balls of drops of water mixed in with the worms. I looked at the white maggots and they looked back at me, as if to say we are patient
We can wait!

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That's what was happening, as I breathed heavy, panting!

My head was spinning, so hard to stay focused!

It looked like I was just about to die, dead, loosing my head, I said I got to, to get the [ BLEEPING ] out!

I was exhausted. A stupid crazy thought, popped in my stupid crazy head, irony, I thought about a TV commercial I seen years ago. It was about a lady, an old lady who fell down, and she yells in a phone to the medics, so they who do these kind of things, would rush to her home and save her ass. She yelled out for help, I have fallen down Too, like the old lady in the TV commercial, who screams out, " I have fallen and I can't get up," but funny thing was, I tried to get up, but, and some how, I couldn't get up, so who the [ FREAKIN ] am I gone scream to?
shit, but I said, to myself I must, because now, now what was happening, way above me, high up, maybe one hundred feet or so, I could see a piece of metal. It was about to fall down. It was dangling, dangling down. Twisting around making a strange noise like it was ripping!

It was swaying, swaying, breaking it self off, from the broken debris above me.

It was a strip that was swaying, and as swayed back and forth, it was tearing it self way from the part it was connected to. well sir, it suddenly snapped.

It dropped loose.

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It was shaped like a big 4x8 sheet of metal. The sheet metal came flying down! It whistled through the air as it came zooming down zigzagging, curling around, bending into every shape, changing and looking like a huge sharp guillotine blade, about to slice me in two, what could I do?

Now, I said, no one knows about me, or at least the very, very few who did know about me, are dead now, so nobody knows what I could do, or what secret powers I had, but now in these fast seconds of impending fast death, I summoned my crazy head to give me the power, give the power, one more chance, dam 'it, to save my [ FREAKIN ] life!

Give me, the mental power, to exercise a force against this oncoming blade of doom coming down to slice off my neck!

It was,, use it, or lose it time, or die!

One-second later the huge flying metal, relented, zigzagged, veering off course and just missed me, just in time, so close I could feel the vibrating the air waves as it slammed down.

It slammed into the glass surface floor, four feet away with a horrid twanging boom, metal bending sound and violently ricocheted back up, up and around in circles dozens of times, looking like and electric fan, bouncing crazily from one wall to the next, slicing deeply into the far wall of debris, where it finally came to a dead stop to rest!
My heart had stopped, but now it was OK, I breathe deeply, the fear was still there, real boy! real boy, real!

I felt like one lucky ass cowboy! I was smiling inside my mask, but shucks!
My powers, they, they were weak, year, yep, but, them bad boys, they came through, they worked for me this time. Shit! Thank God! Other wise, boy, hmmm, I wouldn't be talking, know that much! Some times I try to use them and nothing happens. Nothing! Not a Goddam thing! But this time they came through for me, phew!

Boy, I looked at the metal dug into the wall, and I was relieved it didn't dig into me! To be alive, ain't easy, but got to do what you can, to stay that way! Death don't play!

I breathed deeply into the gas mask, thank goodness it was, was still protecting me from the fumes. But I had, to, I Oh no, I, got to get, I was passing out dreaming. My head felt like it was blacking out, something funny, with me, wrong, fizzy dizzy.
I got to escape, I got to.

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My head was bad, the confusion in my mind was making me see and hear things. It was difficult to tell what was real. The craziness and confusion, I use to suffer was coming back.

It was this air down in this place.
I felt the back of me getting hotter, laying on this hot glass was not good at all,

It was burning me, to the point I couldn't stand it much more. I burst out and yelled, Ow Ow, Oh, no, no and somehow, got the strength, and got back up on my feet fast, cause it was hot, and burning my ass!

Then the walls of the debris seemed to move, move mysteriously. The walls of the boat vibrated, moving in and out, as if alive. as if alive, no jive! The metal walls, began leaning, bending this way, and that, swelling up then, bucking back, like it was alive, alive walls, jiggling around like jello, bending in, bending out, in and out.

Was I imagining this, was I? Was I? Or was I seeing it in real time. A reality crime, a place I shouldn't be? Oh shit, God dam it, why is this shit happening to me? Was I, outside of myself?
or was I outside of me? Was this an out of body experience? I don't know, I just couldn't tell, just, just couldn't distinguish at all, was this thing I was leaning up against a wall, was it gonna tip over and I would fall? It was so [ Freak'in ] weird, I got scared, and I ain't no God dam, bubble eyed funker loser, and I dam sure in hell, wasn't going to stand around to find out! The walls had large pieces of ripped and shredded up metal, made this cowboy feel like he was in a hot kettle, and gone be cooked! All that stuff above me, looked like it was about to fall. Dangerous stuff, glass, wires, parts, insulation, nuts, and bolts, seemed to come alive, and synchronized, as if in a grand orchestra, and started to tremble, vibrate, and started falling down again!

All the hell I knew, was it was time for me to get the [ BLEEPING ] out of here!

The strips of metal began banging making strange sounds and I don't know, I think I felt a draft of air, blow in, that made the metals bang together more. As if following a musical score of death, with it's own alphabet, with it's own words, for my tombstone, an an epithet of death!

The hundreds of shredded dangling, hanging strips of metal and smashed web glued glass, turned blue, and like ghosts in the blackness of the boat, swayed, and swayed, and swayed, slowly, slowly, slowly,
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, south, west, east and north. Suddenly, then, then signaling the end, they banged into each other like slithering scaly snakes, and crashed!

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The electrical dangling wires, touched each other, like a demonic loving mother, [ Bleeper ] that, twitched and lashed, rapping their parts around each other. And it, shit, that, those, the noise's they made, they seemed to chime like as, as if I was in a church? A church of death! Now in a church, there is a search, for a connection to the, the supernatural, the deity rarity, a last chance place you go, when the problems overflow, as lady death licks your nose, kisses your cheeks, presses her cold, icey, red lips against yours, and puts you in a lurch. Search, she does for you, she doesn't give a shit if you're a woman or a man, understand, this is where, in here the feeling beating, beating in, but, I am Big Rex, they, call me that cause I don't flex, I fight! You, pathetic penis, so small and heinous, you really, you really, don't think you're going anywhere? Do you, doom you, do you, doom you, doom you, do you, doom you, you are not allowed to escape, my algorithm to you will evaporate! Letting you live was a mistake, I hope I didn't make? I have travel all across the galaxy to get here, and now I have stumbled across you, and just look at you you're a piece of human garbage! It's your personality, mality, that just won't quit!

Did you know, human, your mother really hated you, she didn't want you to be born, Oh, ha, ha, oh who who, ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha, . . . I imagined a inhuman like voice saying and laughing at me, and I remembered yelling back to the vagina hina ghetto climber, mother ocker,[ Bleeper ] sucker! Listen up! Listen up turkey, this ain't gone worky!
All you can do is talk, all I can do is walk, and get the hell out of this place, ace, and that's what I am gone do, fool! Who was this voice? This voice was from where?
Big Rex's valiant though he was, his fractal, limited mental capacity comprehension, intellectual life construct, restricted space time deduction, by his fate's time loop.

I was angry at my self, as I got angrier a strength coming from some where returned to me, harnessing me with the extra strength, I needed somehow to get myself going!

I managed to raise up myself, stumbled as I made it to my feet. I got to, to the rope dangling down, and grasped it with my hands, my fingers felt it, it was slippery, but slippery or not I grasped tighter, and, and crawled my way up, up, one hand over the next, pulling myself up. I crawled up and out of there to the next deck. And didn't look back!

I laid down for a second, just a second i thought. It was Oh my God, such a, a frightening experience. My heart was beating hard I could feel it!
It was, it, it was not over. Don't know if it will ever be.

I felt weird, confused.So much stuff had happened!
My head was not right. I wasn't thinking, thinking right!

I felt faint, but resisting it, I summand myself to keep on moving.
I had, I had to, tired or not! I had to get away.
I had to move away from this part of the ship. It was ghost equipped!
About twenty minutes later, luckily, I was feeling better.
I was determined to continue, this was not a dream.
This was not a game. Mt life was on the line!
This was my real life, real as it can be, and if I wanted to stay alive, I had to act fast.

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I started climbing back up, the cables line were wet! I wa praying I wouldn't slip down the wet ropes, cause if I did that would be the end for real this time.

Well, took a while, but, I guess after about thirty minutes, I found them. The other food storerooms, where can goods were supposed to be stored.
There was no fire, no fire damages over here, best I could looking from the outside.

My heart was hoping for the best, while expecting the worst! And sure enough, I found one in a hallway, and it had a large gray metal door with a sign painted it, that read, Bay5A! It was one of those huge metal corrugated, sliding door type of things, with a giant brass shiny lock and chains on it.

I smiled apprehensively, as I shined the flashlight on the big pad lock. And I had to stretch over to get to the lock, in a precarious manner, but the key I got from the captain opened the lock, and the door slid slowly back, making a big rumble sound as it opened up.

It was black inside, and at first, I got kind of scared that it was gonna be empty. I shined the flash light inside, and alleluia!

FOOD!

There it was food, boxes and boxes of cans of vegetables on palettes!

Lots and lots of cans, cans, and cans, of food all kinds packed in boxes. I found box cutters, and stapler guns, and stamp markers, to mark the prices, and plastic tapes.

I cut open a box and pulled a can of Delmonty, whole pineapples slices. And from another box, a can of cranberry sauce, cans of whole kernel corn. I grabbed up a dozen or so in my arms like they, were little babies, and rocked them in my arms enthusiastically. I kissed the suckers lovingly, thats just how happy I was, to find them! Shucks, them bad boys, they looked oh, so good to me! That one storage room was full of boxes of cans of corn, beans, string beans, beets, pineapple slices.

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All type of stuff, perhaps a couple thousand cans of food in all, and that was just one locker.

I pulled a box of assorted vegetables out, I wanted to take up top, and closed back the door. And went on to the to the next hallway and I was in good sprits, there was no meat, or canned fish, like tuna or salmon, or spam or corn beef hash, no steaks, no meats treats at all, but that was Ok. Well, not OK! But, What the hell, I found, was just great!

This meant we would survive, no jive! All we had to do was come down and haul this shit out of here.
An enormous task, year! But whose complaining. It's raining can food! hey, jude, it is rain can food! Ha, ha, ha, , . Got think! You sit down, for a moment , pause and, and ponder stuff. Ya living life in the rough! Doing a lotta stuff!
Now, the only place to bring all this out to is the campsite! But, but shucks, can't leave it outside in the elements to get wet by rain and exposed to winds no, sir. But, there is nowhere else to go with it? Nowhere but, but my campsite and holy crap, I just remembered! The holes in the mountains, the holes in ground, the big ass caves all round! Yes, the cave located next to it, that's it! That the [ Bleeping ] answer! That's, it, boy, that's it by golly! Lucky thing I thought of it!

When, that fateful doomed hated day, the end of the world day came, when the earth world was exploding, that's where, I hid. Deep inside! That's why I am alive! When, I was down in the caverns to hide, during the all that destruction and all, the explosions ignited the climax of the Earth. That was the end! The end my friend!
Well, anyway, I hid down there, I hid, I hid. It was simple, flee or not to flee, or stand and be a burned up man. or run like a rabbit and save your ass!

Boy, I chose to run! I ran, ran hey, seems like yesterday, cause it was! Only a few days have passed.
Why, I heard. I did, the death call. The death called that day.
So, this here cowboy fled, red, left everything behind in bed, just grabbed my saddle bag, and weapons and ran!
Quick, thought I did, grabbed my low life, and fled, and hid in the caves, to salvage my soul, my puny life all told. All I got, with my buggers in my nose and my snot! I was pissing in my pants as I ran. Savior if there is any, save this man! i am the only mother [ Bleeper, ] that knows what to do, and can!

In that Vulnerability, my feelings of existence was occurring as fact; actual rather than imaginary, but, I swear my mind was no good, you can believe that!
I couldn't see things like i should, the way other people could, didn't know if I was doing the right thing, or i should! On that end of times day, I felt the concussion rushing and jumped down a hole.
My intuition, mysterious pick ups on death of the planet, is what i sensed. I felt it, and the first step I made even without thinking, was to react, and run like a mother [ Bleeper ]! To flee to or not to flee, that was me!
Need to forget it, now!

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Down in there, them caverns, them caves, sweat'en and betting for a slim chance to make it, and live, luckily, and that's what saved my butt.

For a while, for a while, this child, boy called it life! Life on earth, had options, backward, or no nothing! So, our politicians, stupid ass, jackasses that they are, chose no nothing! BOOM TIME! It was a crime! We went backwards, without electricity, no IPhones, no takeout dinner's, no pizza, no Internet, no Youtube, no more getting laid, we went back to pre-industrial society! No, we were not so lucky! We back even father back, . . . to caveman times!
And guess what? I am the man! ha, ha, ha, ha, . . .

Without electricity and people how far backwards is that impact, all the back, all the way backwards! Now, the world before was so messed up! The rich people acted greedy, didn't help the needy! The poor trusted the rich, who shouldn't be trusted, and got busted. Seems we just don't understand! Bottom line, is I am gone have to start, . . .
I have to start this BS, all over, all over again, from scratch!
I am not a man anymore, I am what I am an outlaw! I am a survivor of a time, a memory, in my mind, and my mind is not good, Goddam it, anymore!

I don't know what, or how, or even if it's possible? I don't know what to think, anymore?
But if you were to ask me, if I rather be dead, than go through that day again ahead?

I go through that day again every minute, I close my eyes, I hear the rumble partner. I hear the sounds, the sounds the earthquakes makes, bad music, year, it may have stopped in reality, but I can still hear it, smell it, it is still playing in the channels and estuaries of my gummed up brain, Goddam it, it's still happening in my head! That said, its disconnecting me. Me, cutting me from, from reality!

My head, over and over again, till I am dead!! I close my eyes, close them, still I see it. It is the sound track, that will defined me from now on. It is the sound track, of the world being destroyed, that will drive me, will force me to use my fight or flight instincts, to do, to do any Goddam thing I must do to live. What ever it takes! Truth boy, not fakes!
Harsh days is what it takes, to propel the good to run out of hell. And this boy, I ran out of hell, like a madman, flip-side is cause, cause I knew, that thing, that feeble, fragile thing, life!
We, all can lose it, at the drop of a hat, just like that!

But, I remember, I remember, I remember when I was down there. Boy, when I was down in them caves, I noticed a big stream inside, big stream of rushing water, but the water was boiling hot, jumping up!

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Steam, just coming up hot! Perhaps, it's cooled down by now, and, and drinkable by now, don't rightly know!
One thing, er um huh, One, thing I do know, that cave is perfect for storing stuff! If we do get this stuff out, dog gone it, that's where, where I think, we will put it, for safe keeping!

Yep! Wait, I am exhausted, thinking ahead. I still got to get out of here alive first. I am gone take things one step at a time, boy!

So, that was it, the good and the bad, and the sick tricks, all the conduits to hell! This here cowboy ain't scare to stick his finger in the eyes of fate, say wait! Big Rex, me, I don't play that! Well, sir, like I said, I am not gone complain, cause believe you me, if I didn't find those cans of vegetables, and didn't cut up that frozen meats, down stairs in the freezer, we be a bunch of starving dudes, and dying, dying of hunger. dying, I ain't lying. Hunger hurts boy, it's gut-check thing, I know! Your stomach, don't play, its either empty or full!

What do I know? Fate raps up into a pillow, bad surprises, for a fellow and when exhausted, strength gone! You go tired and , you rest you head on it, you die in your sleep, cain't trust fate, mate, fates a creep!
Shucks, fates a creep!

Sometime, sometimes like in war, you sleep with your eyes open, or one eye open , one eye closed! We often wish to live vicariously someones else life, thinking they got it better, than us, forgetting that die too, so they ain't much better than you!

I, been, witness, to it!

When a dude goes to the army, to war it maims, it shames, but most of all, you get to see people go, go hungry, lose weight and fall flat and in pain, go insane and die of hunger!
Is there no wonder, I can say that much! It's not a rush! But it will bust your brains, if you think to much about it! War ordains lots of folks insane!
Now us, me, Jonathan and the Captain, with my lucky finds, We don't got, no regular ordinary animal meat, like pig meat, cow meat, chicken and fish, but meat, we gone eat tonight, year boy, ha, ha, ha, got that right!
I said to myself, smiling with a big ass smile, like a old flee ridden horny [ BLEEPING ] hound dog from Arizona, boy! Ha, ha,ah!
I could smell it now, boy, dinner time! Hmmmm, after I fry up good, those bad boys with onions, and salt and barbecue sauce, Hmmm, yep. Put a little cranberry sauce on those bad boys, that meat gone be smoking!
I couldn't wait! I was dreaming about it!
I could taste it, Hmmmm good! Finger licking good! Anyway enough day dreaming!
I got to do something!

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I wanted to relieve my self and needed to do it fast, dam, I been holding it in for the longest!.
I could just do it anywhere, but with all these dead people looking at me, I could piss on them, but out of respect for dead, who don't got no bed, I said later gator.

I know this sounds crazy, but,you know. I felt better if found a bathroom.
Each deck had lots of them. So I headed back to the bathroom, and as was walking along, BOOM, suddenly the floor gave way, Holy shit man, I fell! And, hit my head, that rung my bells, I tumbles down, to the ground, and and hit the floor with a thud, but luckily I had a sort of soft landing.

I say soft, relatively speaking, cause what really happened was, I fell down on this here big, rolled up, thick curtain! Crap, shucks! Otherwise, I be hurting on that curtain, sad, and, mad! Curtain, just happened tobe laying where it was. Lucky me, for that! It was a big, long, gold, and yellow, colored curtain; all old dirty, wet and a soggy looking theater type curtain!

It was a huge amount of material, and it was dripping wet. That's what broke my fall. The water in it, and all! Other wise who knows? I might'a have broke my nose, boy? Or broke a leg, or who the hell knows, and hat means, not being able climb that rope anymore, I would of died! Shit, life, it's really is something! Always something, happening unexpectedly. You can count on it.

There on the spur of the moment!

So, many thoughts floods this rebels mind.

We watch Big Rex. It is he, who had escaped, numerous fatal injuries, into this journey into this ship, stuck in a mountain, in the shifting sands of turbulent times!

The ship allowed him into it's dark foreboding fathoms.
The ship allowed him to discover, it's lost secrets, and suffer it's wrath!
Suffer its depression, repression, witness first hand, it's palpable taste of human waste, Oders in the air, there! Gloom, one smelled, in the rooms of doom! Weary be he, dead see, aclimate yourself, for it's every bodies destiny!

Yes, he's stressed at the behest of the spirits of this ship, argued with it, argued with its currents in intrepid voice of madness, struct sadness in his heart it did.

Longing lost, is his vanity, embraced his insanity, cause the acrid, bitter taste of reality, mocked such one as he, was too much for him. Nature sin? Too, much for anyone.

Who would do better?
Who do?
who do?

Who?

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Who would do it better? Sane or insane, other than him, if faced with the same predicaments, same similar fates?

Hi! It's me Madcow Sammy , OMG. That boat is looney house! I think BR, has some issues? Who the hell he thinks he is? This BR, is unbelievable! Wow, and that boat, I don't think its a good idea to be in there at all.
Luckily my Iphone alarm, went off again, and woke me up! " Boy! " Anyway, Got to consult Toni, cause, this is too much! I got to tweet him, anyhow, I just got another tweet! It's my girl, Madcow Lady Ga Ga again! Oh how cool! Got to fly bye! Stay tuned, this is just the beginning! I got to run now, bye, adios, adieu, A plus tard Mes amis, abschied, Wiedersehen, 這麼長時間現在，我們看到你很快！,告別 ,작별, 別れ ,Прощай ,الوداع ,veda , addio ,Żegnaj, bye bye, to da loo!

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Chapter 6

The Tweets of Madcow Sammy

BAD PERSONALITIES

BIG REX

Chapter 6

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Good evening, again friends and another warm Fractal welcome, back to you all. Yes, both the dead and the living. The great ages, full of fractal sages warns : There will be days and there will be nights. As you about to enter Chapter ten, be forewarned! It will be full of frights." In you, the devil do." And now, that said lets begin. The fractal door creaks opens once more. Slowly once more! Look! Yes, you, look!

Gaze into eternity, invisible and alone, gaze in to eternity and see, stories to frighten and stories to make you sigh, stories to make you ask the questions why? Stories of hate, stories that make you want to debate the reason and where with all of your fate! Stories that search, quests that dare to inquirer into your private hidden puddles of desire. Mysterious Fractals galore, sure, the case debased in incredibility malitity mentality of evility.

Are you sure?

Are you positive you want to come in?

BR.

BR, events kicked him.

BR, events made him.

BR, events remolded him, shaped him!

Sometimes, we all might find our life, turned upside down, and we are living in a nightmare

coming out of the ground! One type of madness or another.

Perhaps a lover, tweets you, they found somebody new, and the wedding is off permanently too. You run off with a guy or gal on the fly, and you thought they were nice, but he turns out, not to be. Life is a movie, the part you play, changes from day to day, in every way.

Questions, why? Why me? Why did this happen? Why did this happen to me, to us, to them?

We say sometimes, things we don't mean.

But, in the world, there are forces, unseen, you'll get over it, forget it, or get depressed, hurt your own self, and shriveled up and die!

Why?

Many colors are in the sun's sunshine.

Red is the color of blood.

Red is the color of heat.

Red is the color of meat.

Red, white and blue are in the sunshine too!

Big Rex's heart, has been hurt, and for all intentional purposes, his heart, although beating, is dead!

Little love in it, is found.

So, profound, rightly or wrongly?

Is it he, who will live to walk in the lemon rain, sunshine, among the green stalks?

The two earth's upper and lower, new worlds without girls? Or possibly, there may be one find for him, unknowns is, this man's fate, left to debate, incoming breezes, bring problems to be faced, squeezed in his short life time.

Mad, madness, it is his cover to hide, to hide his sadness?

Yet, for reasons outside of our comprehension, destiny, it must of read, his no nonsense, primal, cruelty, that is found in the wild humans, only documented by his mad behavior, in his deadly resume!

And out of billions of people on Earth who were good, mentally healthy, decent and trust worthy, and alive, out of them, he is the saved one.

Is it he who will save what's left of Mankind's world. This crazy man, has been chosen, as the savior of all?

Into his hands, and his demented mind, depends so much! Ironic is it not?

The conditions of fractal Earth, are nothing more than damaged goods, mere has beens, washed up and lost artifacts.

Can a madman bring them back?

Dead Earths back to life?

Earth, where man used to live, what a hap, hazard, miss mash, of bizarre challenges, he now has to face. He just can't stop.

Mother nature, the cruel one, she doesn't want him to! He just can't stop! Bizarre challenges he now, has to face!

And for every minute that now passes more and more events seem to pit him against, the trials and tribulations, that the forces in space, the forces of time, the forces outside of the knowing mind, the forces of nature combined, has in store waiting for him, and his little, little mind. Waiting, waiting to test him to death.

Unknown to him, as he scurries around in the dark bottom of that boat, he suddenly accidentally stumbles, trips and falls down a damaged stair case.

He falls and tumbles over, and over, and bangs his shoulder, into a gray metal door, marked in white block letters," employees only," and, it swings open! And, much to his surprise, inside are about about 20 large, 10 gallon, water cooler jugs, just full of nice, clean, fresh water! Such a cherished find, blew his mind, and although he's bruised, and a little banged up, it brings a moment of happiness to him.

He can always use more water, but, how does one man bring such heavy Bottles upstairs? He'll have to get Jonathan to help. Oh yes, he smiles, thinking to himself. Seems like saving that boy. Saving his life, wasn't such a bad idea, after all. Ha, ha, ha, ha, . . .

But, that's a problem BR, doesn't mind solving at all. But, then while down below, he suddenly trips again, in the dark, on a soggy, wet yellow curtain, and thinks, WoW, this is good material to make a tent, or a rug!

If only, he could get it upstairs too. It would come in mighty handy! But then again this would, requires Jonathan's help!

He realizes in the ship, there is a virtual treasure trove of things, he could find useful, that he can use to rebuild his life with, and of the lives of the two men he just saved. But, a even bigger surprise, lies in store for him again, as fate taps him on the shoulder, with one heck of a big surprise, indeed!

People! More people, than he could ever imagine survived too! No, not thousands of people, but, about a hundred and thirty or so! Lots of kids, children, young and old.

He discovers them, when he pulls the curtain aside, only to uncover below deck, a large lunchroom full of people, people who have been trapped in the dark for days, hungry confused and disoriented.

Many with broken bodies, injured and traumatized! Living in their own puddles of urine, and feces, maggot invested! All around them, surrounded, by dead passengers and their excrement. When he lifted the cover up, a large stinking gas cloud, rose up and hit his nostrils, with the pungent stinkyness of the dead!

That, Oder, like a fog into his face! The smell of the thick death, permeates the air in there, with the special unforgettable stench of death. He pulls back the door, that was covering the hole and he is as shocked to find them, as they are to see him up above, in a hole in the ceiling high above them.

They looked up, waving enthusiastically, smiling, happily. He looks down. He shines a flashlight to the ground. The ground, covered with half naked filthy bodies. That's what he sees. Its dark, that's what these people see, up above them, a light shinning like a beacon in the night.

Someone is up there. A rescuer has come!

It's such an awe inspiring delight for them. Hard for them to realize, that after all this time. All this horror, all this madness, finally, finally they are going to be saved. He looks at them thinks to himself, whats this? Are they bugs? They are bugs, little bugs to fry in my frying pan, buggers or maybe not? He thinks. As he looks at them good, his head crazy as usual!

His mind spinning like a dime, insanity, dominating him, spiraling around. He looks down at them They're, are only a few, out of, out of, what looks like a thousand dead ones or more, all smelling! They're down in, down in a hole about 24 feet down below him or so.

How, to get them out, he will have to throw down ropes, and rig up a pulley. Perhaps two! A lot to do! Now, now, he is faced with the question. How? How to get out, all of those who are not injured, make them understand, that, no policemen or fireman, Doctors, nurses, or rescue teams, are looking for them, coming to rescue them. Just him, madman, BR!

Will they understand when this Madman tells them, that every bodies is dead, their families, their friends, the internet, their world.

The world that they know is gone. It's now a memory, and he is the rescue team. He is the one who will, or will not save them. They are not in a position to say no, to a madman, like this joe, not when that madman is the only one who can save them.

That he has stipulations for them, yes, the madman does!

They will have to comply with or die! This guy, this guy, he is just crazy enough, crazy enough, to slam the door back and leave them. Cold hearted is he, you see, destiny checked out his resume, and wants him that way.

[ 2 ]

Life strifes, life's knife drama o sama, You see danger in here be, yes, black is light, some people think, while they raise the glass of spiritual drink, he too, like you, like you, dare swallow a gulp?

Destinies cocktails in bulk, asymmetric subconscious details, oh rife, ripe hand, player-man, of nature's black band. If you sleep, and some of you do, who are not dead, and hear in your head, the band playing, be very afraid. BR, is the rebel blade, singing the tune! And he is near by. The crazy man, the bugger bumble bitch man.

BR,

He wants to form a gang. One by one, those whose life's, he has saved, he in-slaves.

The members, recruit he will, from death's doorstep.

Now, some people are inexperienced, clueless, super intelligent in their own field. But, when they step outside their sphere of individual special field of knowledge, childlike they become, vulnerable to the ploys and games mother nature, spits in their face, as she so often does, she does so playing with them from time to time, but unsuspectingly they don't get it, they don't even know they are being played, in spades, and stumble, in their sleep, creep dead, deep!

Now, BR, will be their leader, good, evil, mad or mad not, whether they like it, or like it, not. Snot, coming out of your nose, if you have one?

And that leader, is a killer thriller, from manila, and he has diabolical plan, and if they don't fit in to it, if they don't, he will make them pay, and he tells them so!

He and he alone, is their rescue team, he and he alone is their savior now, and they will cooperate or as he promises, they will all die!

They must have shelter, he will have to provide them with shelter.

They must be fed, he will have to provide them with food!

They must become a survivor, learn to deal with inclement weathers, catch and eat creatures that move raw, sleep walking if need be, and kill or be killed, and to survive you need a teacher, an agile bitch, from the dark of the Force.

As a survivalist, he must provide them the tools and barbaric know, how to survive, and reciprocatingly, they must learn.

They must go back to the kindergarten of preditorial hunters.

Back, in time, back, in time, back, back, back in time. To do what must be done, natures fun, hard wired spectrum, and eat what ever it takes to survive.

The vegetarians will be eaten, by the fracta-carnivorians, their bones busted, broken into, and the warm red marrow licked out clean! It, is he who must teach them to see, how to live to survive the unearthly, in a world that is not what they think it is.

A world that is dead, destroyed, where only, where only, where only the strongest of the strongest, of the very strongest, survives!

This is nature's fractal law. From two billion million human years ago! Before your kind walked the bottom of the liquid seas.

This matrix existed matter fractally in the time breeze.

Now, besides all of this, as if this wasn't enough to deal with, under lying all of this is other combined force's, superimposed on the realms of the ††DUCKS †† driven, driven with the ribbon of wild, brony, muscular exercises, manifesting behind the scenes of other worldly

They lie in wait. They too, have a time due!

So, much is simultaneously happening.

The stupid man, with, the stupid plan, with a bad head, tries to use it as best he can, ponder he does, then this?

How, do you take a people spoiled by modern conveniences, and dump them back a million years back, back into prehistoric times. With no cars, no light, no electricity, no dentists, no tooth paste, no toilets, no perfumes, no computers, no running water, no TV, no baseball, no nothing?

BR knows!

But BR, also knows, it won't be pretty!

It will be dam right bloody.

And he now, lifts the cover up, where the people are, and he holds it open and sticks his head in, and growls:

He growls at them: Shut up Bumble bugger bitches! Stop stinking or I'll shut back the door.

Now try to imagine this, imagining, good, here's the scene, people down in the bottom of a ship, cut off from the world, waiting to be rescued, when all of a sudden out of a hole in the ceiling, high above them, comes the voice of someone you think is going to rescue you, and he yells out loud :

BUMBLE BUGGERS, BITCHES, BUMBLE BUGGERS BITCHES!

Ha, ha, ha, I know, I know you Bumble bugger bitches are down there, ha, ha, ha! I can see ya! I can smell ya! What y'all, been doing? Hiding from BR? Ha, ha, ha, I can smell you, Oh ha, ha, ha, ha, You, you fools, you cannot, you can't hide from me. I can always find bugs, you stink! You can't hide from me, you bugs are kidding your selves! Not me, not me, not meeee. Ha, ha, ha,

I got the nose! He said pointing to his nose, three times, and laughing! Ha, ha, ha, oh Ha, ha, ha, . .

All I got to do, is just follow my nose, and sure as water is in the bottom of a well, buggers, bugs, are stinking up like hell. Oh ha, ha, ha, ha,ha, ha, oh ha, ha, ha !

I gone put you in the pot and stir it up, once, I gone put you in the pot and stir it up twice, that's nice, three times four, till your done, Oh ha, ha, ha! Oh boy, this is gone be fun. ha, ha, ah!

I know what you stinking thinking? You want to come on out, don't you?

Don't lie? Don't lie fly, ha, ha,ha!

You stink it's time you come out? Is that what you're stinking? Time to come out? Time to come out and join old BR in the sunshine, ha, ha, ha! What's up bugger's?

[ 3 ]

The demented BR, has open up a can of worms, when he found that hole in the ceiling!

But, let's go back in time a minute.

Back before he opened the hole in the ceiling, shall we.

What was going on a couple of minutes, a couple of minutes before he came along, and found that yellow curtain covering a ceiling door!

It was dark down there.

Down there was nowhere where you would want to be.

Down there was the epitome of human's misery.

Down there, sat death, next to thee, in the darkness with you, with you, next to you.

There in the darkness. And that darkness was. It was full of people, mostly dead, some alive, and dying.

It was eerie, it was lonely, it was hot, no ventilation, it was muggy, the humidity was suffocating the few folks that remained still breathing. It was icky, and sucky in any language!

In that huge space, that big spacious lunchroom, at least thats what it was, before, before the destruction of the world came, it use to be a luxurious cafeteria. The ,"happy eats," was the name of the cafeteria room, which specialized in foods, for those blessed with a more sophisticated palettes and tastes!

People would sit casually while courteous waiters, with white gloves, would come around and serve you. It was a happy life. So flush, so very flush full of worldly amenities, and social graces pleasures, great conversation, great wonderful people! One could not ask of life for more, then, then, then in the last days.

Then destrux-fracto-actional bifurcation, of transformations of doom time, suddenly happened, and what was a world, is no more.

It change it did, it changed, changed in to a slummy worm filled cemetery of black death. It only took and instant. Only! If you break down an instant, into slow motion, it appears to be a year, but, if you close your eyes and open it, then and there, death is staring at you, just like that. Matter of fact.

In an instant, there was a loud scary rumble, upheaval, an apocalypse of earthquaking tremendous, crashing horrible sounds, of the boats interior structures splitting up, breaking, as large shaking walls, went shaking wildly, into convulsions, burst apart, buckling collapsing ceilings and tons of broken glass, and tons of machinery came crashing down through the ceilings, down, down on the heads of people, seated eating their last meals, as the lights suddenly went out, as the lights went black, as life went black, crushing, killing and mangling un-apologetically all of the diners, save for a very few.

Now, the lunchroom is destroyed, dust filled, thick air, the big mighty ships air conditioners dead, and most of its support walls have caved in, it has no electricity here, it has no waiters, only the squashed remains of them, looking like red jam you spread with a knife on white bread, along with hundreds upon hundreds of people, crushed by fallen ceiling debris, and now they litter the floor rotting, not pretty.

Amongst the dead are here and there are scattered survivors.

Now days afterwards,

They having been, laying there, laying, waiting, dying, crying, sobbing, without life's basics!

No water to drink.

No running water to wash them selves, wash and clean their wounds.

No light see, no way to walk around accept stumble around in the dark walking on the faces of dead people, from different places,

who were alive!

Who a short time ago, were happy!

Who dead now be! What misery! Life contains, uncertainty comes and wains, but, nothing is so final, like the finality of death. It's lips are pretty one minute and ugly the next!

Once in a while, you hear a breather, yes a breathing live being, laying amongst the thousands.

Some times you hear screams.

It hurts your heart to hear them, the little one, the innocents, the children, Mommy, Mommy help, mommy!

Some times you hear a poor souls scream [ hyperboles of obscenities at god ]

Some times, you with your stomach empty, hear it growling, growling for a morsel. But wo, be onto you, none, no, no more food for you to eat!

Some times, you hear the last exhalation of a neighboring body next to you as it expires, alone, quiet, still, dead!

[ 4 ]

Dead, dead equates to the eternal quietness. It is quiet, quiet, so quiet, but in here, in here, here in this room, this cafeteria of death. You, you can hear things. You can hear. Beings making sounds! Beings and the parts of beings, making sounds in the dark without light! Sometimes the being making the sounds are, sometimes the sounds are coming, coming, from the interior of you. But, you have to be in tuned, tuned in to it! Harmonically to hear, hear the sounds of your body! So, many, many, there are the electrical sounds of anxiousness of the co dependent, inter cooperative, series cycles mega fluxes, of the nervous systems sounds, of inter-frictional frequency sounds, In side your brain to the nervous systems tributaries of nerve branches and back in a flash, as they sporadically send signals to the centers of your brain to minds interfaces, warning them that death is at hand.

Then of course there are mundane easy for anyone, to hear sounds. Sounds you can hear easily.

Some times, you hear you, breathing!

You can gasps, somebody is gasping and its you! This the most strangest of the most beautiful sounds, you make when you inhale, and exhale, inhale and exhale. It doesn't hurt, and because you don't need anything else, except this noise, to tell you, yes you are still alive here in this boat!

And another important set of sounds thats is incredible,

is the olfactory employment ones? In here in the dark, there loafs, soft drifting air full of Oder's emanating from your private parts. You try to ignore it. But the sound of your nose smelling is like certain words that press and trigger your buttons!

How do you smell?

How do you smell after being down in this boat, without hope, without washing off, both wet and dried blood in hell?

When you smell, your nose makes a sniff, sniff, sniff, sounds, that abounds sifts out the fresh scents, the pleasing ones, and those coming from you that are , that are not! Butts fart's in the air, where gases of despair, drift into your nostrils, not just diagonally, but you gets hot weighted smells, that float higher, than the cool ones, that tend to drive down drifting near the floor where you are. Where you are! Funny thing about the gases in you! For them to fart, come out of you, they come out of you either way, one part of you or the other, you don't have to be alive! You're going to fart dead or alive! Dead or alive, in here you are!

Where you will be for a long time! A very, very long time!

Your nose is fearful, if not, frightened by your, your, yes, we don't like to say it, we dare not say it, but, the quality of foot odor is often reported as a thick, cheesy smell. Some describe the smell like that of malt vinegar. However, sometimes your foot can give off a strong ammonia-like olfactory dis treasure, smell, that can make a hairy goat on fire, float!

So many, many sounds in the dark! So, many!

When you rest your head on your arm, when you're on the floor of the ship, you can hear the sounds of your heart throbbing, going, thump, thump, thump. Thats, the over arching supreme sound, the heart in your chest. It also tells you, you are alive. There is only darkness, no light now, in this place, your heart, or your life.

When will you die?

Will you die of starvation?

Will you die of thirst?

Cause there is no water in here!

Will you die because the infestation by the billions of little white maggots eating your flesh off your face and eating out your eyeballs?

Crawling in and out of nose, as the flies buzz around your head making you dizzy with the sounds of their wings, is that what awaits your fate?

[ 5 ]

What awaits your fate is not up for debate. You're here and now is. But, you ask, here, what is here ?

How is here, here?

How is here?

Here?

Can you touch it?

Can I eat it?

Can I be sure I am here ?

Can I be sure of anything?

Am I like mad? Am I like BR, so mad it's pitifully sad?

BR, asks in the deep corridors of his twisted mind, who is in there?

Who is in my mind? Why the pejorative symbioses between the times sublime and pandemoniums, cycles landscapes in his minds demeanor, cleaner or dirtier than most or are we, who are wrong? Confused, used by popular morays of our times, your time, for taking for granted popular non thinking public perceptions, what it is meant by the real here? Here is here, but because it is said, does it make it so? Here in this context, mathematically, you have to go to the mathematics to translate an approach to the facts of here.

We describe here, with a perceived landscape construct, composed of a finite space, with dimensions on an assumed grid, with a boundaries both vertical and horizontal, and within the center, we place our eye. And lookup and discern a ceiling, look-down and discern a floor, identified by which we think, we are standing, and thus, rationalized it as fact? We are here?

BR, equates things other than him self, as infestations, which to him equates to bugs coalescing inside of a { 1 }.

In his mind because you are, doesn't mean you are. Because you speak doesn't mean what you think it means.

Your words you speak to him, in his mind, are not given to instantaneous translatability and hold little or no weight in his reality.

Just as the rain or wind blowing on him. It may be environmental to you, but!

It's just sensation on his skin, and sensation, does not a fact make, for fact sake! But it is not a fact, or proof of your existence to him. You in his mind, you cannot be proof of your existence. You are because you say you are, is not good enough to be a fact, in the eyes of BR's reality!

His is a mind froth with mind distortions, described as without consistent underlying logic, but randomized infrequent loops on the outskirt peripheries of primal wired animal instinctive regions of levels of logic, but logic of the other, the dangerous kind. And cunning wise, whether by deceit, evasion of the truth, just to survive with him. He has no hesitancy to kill, in fact to him, when he is in one of his mad stupors it's a trill!

But, what we know, we don't, as we'll soon find out about BR, whose mind is vulnerable to being captured in the future, when the, †† DUCKS †† arrive on the scene like in a dream!

And for now, until proven other wise we accept here. The, here inside this boat as a fact, and the lives of the people, as a fact, and realities in that awful ship you find your self in, as what awaits your fate? Fate, rummages around laughing, in the belly of the beast. The beast in this place is this ship, only a couple of dozen people, got away with their life, and bodies intact, only to face destitution, humiliation and the horrible conditions living in the bottom of the boat of death. Practically all the other people, got instantly smashed like a bug.

[ 6 ]

Those lucky ones, the few that didn't get crushed, survived, now sit in the blackness, alone and are now rightly, worried and deeply troubled waiting.

Life and death, It all depended on luck.

In this cruise ship, some parts of the huge atrium like cafeteria, caved in, some parts, the floor gave way, and smashed their bodies down flat, flat like hay. Luck?

Of course, the reaction of those, still alive, were to seek confirmation from love ones, that they too, survived, but disappointingly, they, in most cases, did not!

And those that did, roamed around in the darkness, in the big room, on their feet, if they could, on all fours, if too weak, and crawling, with their hands held out in front of them, searching in the pitch blackness, walking or crawling on the dead bodies of others, their faces, eyes, and backsides, till tired, depressed, they fall, and collapsed down, near somebody else! They would listen so they could tell by their sounds, who was alive and who was not. What would you prefer to lie down next to, someone alive, or a dead guy?

And made spontaneous instantaneous friendships. Friendship? Friend?

What, a strange word. Do you have a friend?

Some people only have themselves.

No children. They got money, but they can't talk to it.

They can't ask it, to help them in the dark of this boat?

They would give it all away to be any place but here!

But where is here?

Due to time, and the attributes of time, if you understand , you are in here, and after you move away from here, someone will be standing where you are right now, in a different time, and a different environment, but at the same time they will be occupying the space you are occupying.

Its simple, take a tree for example, a tree, sweet as can be, is born an apple tree, form its branches falls an apple onto the ground.

The wind, the animals,

the humans, squirrels, worms collect the apples,

till all are gone, and next season, the tree drops another apple in exactly the same spot, and more until they too, are all gone.

The boundary-less cycle is one attribute of the arc of a fractalized time loop.

Time, separates time. The time of the happy apple tree, and the time of the happy people in the boat, as opposed of the un-happy people in the boat be, is separated by time. And those unique degrees of separations, Is all about luck and about time variations.

And finding a friend, in a hell hole is all about conditional, contest, and circumstantial luck, and if the friend turns out to a real friend, and not an opportunistic one. It's like finding gold! And finding a friend anywhere can be tricky, and in here more so, than anywhere on the two Earths!

In here, in this time, it can mean the difference between staying alive a little longer, improving the quality of the time you have remaining, or a few more minutes or going insane, plain and simple in time.

If you realize inhere, one would try to get near another live person, to share the pain and to help each other survive somehow. If not physically than with words of hope, and words of encouragement, small talk. After all it's been a long time now, and after a time, a person, any person sitting in the heat, it's humid, yucky, no air, their brains stops working correctly. They stop working correctly!

They get desperate.

Desperate!

People start to hallucinate! They get very easily annoyed, impatient. They get agitated, the person gets so angry, frustrated and slowly changes in their personality, rise to the surface. And the person is not the same anymore.

Not, the same, any, anymore!

These few people. Some of them, stay next to their dead loves ones, near their bodies hoping against hope that somehow some way, some rescue team will find their way down here in the dark.

They hope against hope!

Some won't leave the side of their dead love ones, no matter what. Others, they, draw closer together in small pockets, small clusters of the living, and when they have the strength they speak to each other, they do. The subjects, the same, always the same. We are going to die, soon, if nobody comes. Says one, sobs a voice, crying, crying.

Crying, in the dark.

The voice belong to young lady name Judy. if it wasn't completely black in here, you could see

she's young and pretty, a recent college grad, that got this cruise ship ticket from her proud parents, as gift and enticement for her to do good in school and finish college. She did, and now she's here in time. She, thinks to her self, if you ask me how I am doing? I'd lie, and say I am doing fine. How can I be doing fine, thinks the woman after being asked by another woman, how you making out?

She, thinks about that question.

Any other time, she would answer quickly but now, she's laying down on the floor feeling her bare legs for maggots that are crawling every where. She's horrified of them. She can feel them.

She knows what they look like.

What is strange is when feel one crawling on you nose near your eye and you pick it up, it is so soft and rubbery, so innocent, that how they feel but then you get horrified doubly when you know what they are hungry for?

They're tiny. Very, small. Their white, and look like a tiny white caterpillars, but worm like. Looking like tiny crawling worms, Worms, that feast on you if your dead or not..

When she gives up, and that might be soon, they will eat her too!

And she won't be able to stop them, she won't be able to do anything, she'll be dead!

It won't matter.

It's so hard for me says, the young woman, thinking to her self.

A couple of days ago, I was thinking of getting buff for summer, beach ready, thinking about boys, music, fun, and now. I don't. Oh,my God! NOW!

Strange how in one day you're whole life gets thrown in the garbage. I haven't eaten.

I haven't eaten, and I probably will never again! If, if, shucks, If my girls friends , if my friends saw me now, OMG. If they saw me, so down and out and smelly and filthy! If they saw me, me, now, they'd pity me, they'd say Judy girl, thats my nick name, Judy girl, they would say, we are so sorry this happened to you, you of all people, don't deserve this, and it true! I don't!

Who the hell deserves this, I don't want to die like this. The dead people that are dead, already, they got it better than me, shit!

What the hell do I got to live for?

I will never have any babies, I don't know what being a mother feels like.

I don't know what marriage is like, I am too, too, young to die! There can't be a god, OMG! There can't be one, this can't be, this can't be happening!

Dam, Goddam, I curse this cursed, blighted, despicable life, and I wish I was dead! Judy, said and broke down in tears, sorrowfully thinking to herself, there is no hope for us who are still breathing the smelly stinking air in here! We'll never get out, no, nobody even cares! Hoping is, is an indulgence for fools. I want to be dead, so badly!

So, this is really a sad, very sad set of situations, said Judy. I feel so lost, I feel like I am lost. Totally!

I am, so out of it, gosh, you know, I,

I wish that my dad was here. He'd know, he'd know what to do, she said softly, her voice filled with emotion, and deep concern as she started crying.

Well, this is not exactly pretty situation, for none us honey, chimed in another, more mature sounding female voice in the dark.

You could tell by the way she was speaking, she seemed to know what deep pain, and sorrow was all about.

We're done! Said another ladies voice, flatly without feeling, direct and cold, as if there were no chance of anything getting better for them.

To an observer, it's interesting the way men act in this a situation like this, they seemed to have paired off by themselves, in these weird circumstances. And like wise, the few woman that are alive, also were drawn to each other, crawling over on their hands and knees over the dead bodies so they could be in close proximity with one another. I tell you, exclaimed Judy sounding so depressed you, you could her heart felt sorrow in her trembling voice.

Well, I want to die, I need one of you to do it. I want you help me kill my self, cause I don't got the guts to do it!

You don't! But, what makes you think I got the guts to kill, you? Look, you really won't be killing me, you know! You'll just be, you will be helping thats all! Its different! Judy girl, she said calmly, feeling better already. It's not even that, its, that she just might get and persuade somebody to end this madness!

Girl, you are so full of it, said a girl in the dark, skeptical.

She bugging, snapped another, harshly.

No, I am not, I mean yes, a little,said Judy girl,

A, a little?

look!

No, you look, you know what, you all are getting me more dam depressed that I already am, with talk,shucks,the lady remarked angrily!

Yet another said, you guys are nuts!

Said one woman. Its that you got to put your self in the profits hands, they will save us!

Year right, said one voice in the pitch blackness.

They have done enough already, I think!

Soon the women were arguing, then Judy girl, turned around, and faced in the direction of the voice closes to her, in the dark, feeling this one just might do it!

Enough, enough already!

Listen, she said lowering her voice down and talking directly where she think the other girl is!

First try to understand, I am a coward, a big scaredy cat. Always was one. And always will be! I can't take this.

I am afraid I lose my mind Gerry, Gosh, really, really Judy girl?

Thats what I am saying!

But, said Gerry, But, interrupted Judy, hysterically, But, nothing I got to be realistic, shucks, just as ain't light in here, ain't no life left for me to continue!

Honey, said Gerry, trying to calm the highly agitated girl down,

Judy, you should try to hang in, sooner or later they might gone send in somebody, some peoples, some rescue peoples! Sugar, listen, said Judy, big cruise ships like this, when they go hit something or crash into something, get in trouble in the ocean and they sink, we are not underwater, this boat ain't sinking. If it was, we would know it by now, don't you think?

I means shit, we'd be all dead, every last one of us, no, I don't know happen, But it was something big, an apocalypse atomic war or something, maybe worse.

The boat is practically stand up on one side and it, ain't in the water cause it an't moving around in the slightest!

The phones don't work, the internet is down, outside the boat is probably radioactive, shit! I am going crazy waiting to die, I want it now, please help me, I can't stand the stress, it's killing me, but not fast enough, I've got to take action, action, understand me? I've got take action, in my own hands,

because, because, I don't want to, and I can't, I can't continue anymore,

I can't any more! I am sorry, Gerry, my english sucks when I cry and am very upset.

Do you happen to speak any french? Oui, a little bit, answered Gerry! When I am over excited, said Judy girl, and terribly stressed out like this, I , I, I have trouble expressing my self well, in english, thats why, I asked, I got raped in side of here. No! Oui, sister!

Quelle? What ? No! A guy laying in the dark, amongst the dead bodies, got up and jumped me, he did it. Man are shitting animals! You got that right, said Gerry. The son of bitch, raped me, he ,Oh My God! It was so scary!

Oh mon dieu! You want me to tell you, tell how, how it happened? You're not going to believe this!

He caught me by surprise. In here? In here, on the floor, in the pitch blackness of this dam boat. Shit! He got me.

I was lucky, to find something, that, that, that knife on the floor. In the dark! I was lucky! The knife saved me. While, he was on me. I picked it up and jabbed it into his heart!

He touched my nipples and that's only for my husband, and my babies, it's sacred to me, not no one else, so I killed him, she said sobbing uncontrollably!

I know we don't have any light in here, but if you could see me, you would see his blood is all over me. I smell of death, that is why, I want you help me to commit suicide! I can't live any longer!

Oh Mon Dieu.

C'est terrible! That is unbelievable. So will you help? NO!

Pourquoi, pourquoi? Why won't you help me kill my self, I must die, I am going mad, mad, I tell you, please, she yelled pleadingly and crying uncontrollably! I loosing my mind I tell you, Please. Sob, sob. I, I cant take this living like this. It is too, to much. My God, No, I am sorry, I am sorry to bother you, I said sorrowfully as I thought to myself, I can't take it any more of this stuff, I tried everything, I pleaded with her, but she told me no!

Then, suddenly behind me came another female voice, a person who, some distance away, was over hearing our conversation, and apparently, she understood the whole conversation and said, Hey, look, I couldn't help but listen in, and my name is, Saddie McQueen.

I'll help you kick the bucket, if thats what you want, she chuckled, its, like what ever to me.

Same to me, you understand. I seen better days too. I was startled, thought Judy to her self, but, this person, this girl, understood where I was coming from, and, was all right about it, and besides that, she was cheerful about it too!

And her personality in her voice, in the dark was telling.

She seemed willing, and I was so desperate, so I trusted her!

So, I explained to her, how I want to do it, she laughed at me, at first, and I had to admit. The way I wanted to try committing suicide, well, Hmmm, it did sound goofy but, I think it would work. If I put my mind to it real hard, I am California girl, after all! And, OMG, so much for the coward type.

So I explained what I wanted her to do, real real slowly, I will hold my breath, I said, and she will hold my nose so I can't breathe, and thats it. No air, and its over, I said, staring at darkness where I thought she was!

Trying my darn'est to be cheerful, too.

Surprisingly, the woman, who was showing how upbeat, and how spunky she was, answered daringly, you know something, she said, let's make it a two-some,

you hold my nose.

I hold your nose.

Get it?

I hold my breath, you hold your breath, and if it works, If, and that's a big if?

We'll both be out of our misery. Voila, We'll be, both deader than a battery, I told her, and just hearing her willingness, made me feel better about it.

Anyway, I said, so might as well give it try, What ever, she said, very non challantly, apparently not giving a dam one way or the other!

With your idea, we get two for one, kind of buy one, get one free american style ha, ha, ha. She laughed and it was her laughter that made feel much better about trying it, and I said, very efficient, er, "très effiecient ?" What do you think?

[ 7 ]

Very efficient things are concurrently happening simultaneously in life, unknown to you and me, it is knowledge of it, that means the difference, blessed is he, who sees it.

Dark has atmosphere. The atmosphere of a lark, is serendipitously happenstance. The atmosphere of the dark, is a pessimistic precursor, of the coming of the end, for those fore-lorned souls, in the bottom of this boat.

So, it was desperate survivors, heavy with melancholy, cloaked in perpetual blackness of one of the ships large dining areas, must come to the realization, that they only survived one calamity, to then, suffer another, that epitomizes the most dreadful of inhuman conditions, encompassing them, totally in unspeakable humiliations, before their final sad demise.

There in the dark, they ponder the futility, articulate imponderables.

The two, young women, Judy Champagne, and Saddie McQueen exalt themselves to take their own lives, as a remedy to end the blighted decrepit hand, they have been dealt.

Each of the girls, holds tight the nostrils of the other, affirming, they would rather die, die then breathe another drop of this air in here.

They are in throws of asphyxiating themselves, and ironically at the exact same time, mother nature is playing another one of her playful and nasty ironies. She has timed things just right, so that BR, is going to open up the hole in the ceiling above them and announce his coming!

So, then now their fates are fractally crisscrossed, as the cross winds driven by the culprits of probabilities occurs. They are dying, they begin to faint, die any second now . They will be dead. And, it will happen any second now. Perhaps ten seconds, they will be dead! 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, then BR, opens the ceiling up at the count of two, and says ;

Hello, BUMBLE BUGGERS, BUMBLE BUGGERS!

Ha, ha, ha, I know, I know you bumble bugger bitches are down there, ha, ha, ha! What y'all, been doing? Hiding from me, Big Rex, My friends call me BR? Ha, ha, ha, I can smell you, Oh ha, ha,, ha, ha, You, you fools, you cannot, you can't hide. I can always find bugs, you stink! You can't hide from me, you bugs are kidding your selves! Not me, not me, not meeee.

I got the nose!

All I got to do, is just follow my nose, and sure as water is in the bottom of a well, buggers, bugs, are stinking up like hell. Oh ha, ha, ha, ha,ha, ha,, oh ha, ha, ha !

I gone put you in the pot and stir it up, once, twice, thats nice, three times four, till your done, Oh ha, ha, ha! Oh boy, this is gone be fun. ha, ha, ah!

I know what you stinking thinking? You want to come on out, don't you?

Don't lie? Don't lie fly, ha, ha,ha!

You stink its time you come out ? Is that what you're stinking? Time to come out? Time to come out and join old BR in the sunshine, ha, ha, ha!

Whats up bugs?

So, it is as we see them, these poor victims of debased fate, there they are, who are about to die just as he opens us the hole in the ceiling just in time!

The two ladies and the rest of the survivors, are pleasantly surprised and blinded by the bright lights of the flash lights in the dark, that suddenly seem to pump them up with irrational exuberance, unapologetically harolding them to come back from the brink, it would be remissive of them, now, not to entertain the fleeting certainties of hope and to embrace the possibilities of the elusive sacred aspirations of rescue!

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