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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:18 am
This was originally posted in Syke_o's blog Zombie Potatoes it was a joint writing effort by the two of us during a geology class...yes and we still got good grades in that class. The Eyes of the Dead
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:25 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter One
1220 B.C.
Ancient Sweden
"Let's raise the dead," Schmid suggested.
"Why would we wnat to do that?" Frankenschmid asked.
"What else are we to do with them? All they do
is stay buried underground. That's not very useful.
They're just taking up valuable space," Schmid replied.
"What are we to do with them after they are
raised?" Frankenschmid countered.
"Food for the hungry?" Schmid offered.
"We're going tho feed them to all the hungry
people?" Frankenschmid repeated.
"We could do that, too," Schmid replied.
"What did you have in mind?" Frankenschmid
asked not knowing if he really wanted to know
the answer.
"I was going to feed them to all the hungry pea
crabs of the world," Schmid answered.
"Schmid, what makes you think they are hungry?"
"They have to be. Just look at them. They're not
very big! Poor little buggers," Schmid rambled.
"You do know you're hopeless?"
"Yeah, I know."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:27 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Two
Midnight
Somewhere in a cemetery
“You know I’m the only doing this to humor you,” Frankenschmid
reminded Schmid.
“Yeah but your starting to have fun though,” Schmid observed.
“I hardly am. We’re in the middle of the burial grounds digging up
random bodies! I’d hardly call it fun!” Frankenschmid snapped.
“Oh, how cute. You’re playing hard to get.” Schmid babbled.
Frankenschmid groaned at that last comment. The doctor was
indeed dying to know what his fellow Swede had in store for these
dead bodies. But how many bodies did he need?
“Schmid, one more body, and we’ll have successfully dug up the
entire place! How many do you need?!”
“One more!”
“You want all of them?” Frankenschmid snapped.
“No.” Schmid simply said.
“Then why dig them up?” Frankenschmid questioned.
“I want a wide selection to choose from. Know of any other good
burial sites?” Schmid asked.
“You WHAT?!?” Frankenschmid flipped out and then maintained
his professional composure. “No, I don’t know of any others.”
“Oh well. I know of at least seven more. Looks like I have such a
limited amount of bodies to work with,” Schmid said sounding a little
depressed.
Frankenschmid couldn’t understand Schmid. He wants to disrupt every
grave in at least eight sacred burial grounds just to choose maybe seven
from each. Each site holds well over a hundred bodies and he only wants
about fifty-six bodies.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:29 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Three
Three nights later...
Schmid and Frankenschmid are in the
last burial site that Schmid knew of.
"Schmid, how many bodies do you want
or need?" Frankenschmid asked yet again.
"Well, I wanted 49, but I'll settle for 56.
Originally, though, I wanted 666 bodies,
but we don't have enough sites," Schmid
rambled.
"Schmid, that would only require too
many burial sites if you dig them all up
and only insist on taking seven bodies
from each. Each ground holds anywhere
between 100 to 500 bodies each. Take
more than seven and you will reach your
goal of 666," Frankenschmid calmly explained.
"I never thought of that!" Schmid confessed.
"Let's go back to the first seven sites
and collect more! How many bodies do I
need to take from all eight sites to reach
my goal?"
Before Schmid could figure out the
answer to his ramblings, Frankenschmid
had the answer.
"83 bodies from six of the sites and 84
from the other two."
"But I only wanted to use seven grounds,"
Schmid informed Frankenschmid.
"So we dug up eight sacred grounds for
no reason?"
"Yeah, I only wanted to dig up the last
one for the halabit."
Frankenschmid just stood there and
restrained himself from attacking Schmid.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:52 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Four
"It's almost dawn, let's continue
this later. I'll Start the project with
the forty-nine bodies we have,"
Schmid suggested.
"Sounds like a plan. We'llget some
sleep and then we'll begin the project.
But, we'll sleep first. Don't forget it,"
Frankenschmid instructed.
"Oh, but I don't need to go to sleep.
I am fine. I can work on the project
as soon as we return," Schmid whined.
"Last time you deprived yourself of
sleep wasn't a pretty sight, remember?"
Frankenschmid asked.
"No."
"Last time we had a level three Schmid
who almost blew the entire world up?
Now, do you remember?"
"No."
"Remind me why I don't put you out of
your misery again?"
"Because you love me."
"Honestly now, that's not the reason.
Why now? And I want the truth this
time." Frankenschmid requested.
"You love me," Schmid replied.
"Schmid, it was cute the first time. Now,
seriously,the truth," Frankenschmid was
a little bit more upset.
"You told me that you could never hurt
me because you love me," Schmid said so innocently.
"I really said that?" Frankenschmid asked.
"Yup," Schmid was looking more innocent.
"You're too cute. No wonder I said that.
Oh, well. Time for bed."
"Oh, okay."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:54 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Five
The two headed off to their rooms.
After an hour, Frankenschmid went
to check on Schmid. To his surprise,
the man was still in bed and a sleep.
After he left, Schmid opened his left
eye, looked around the room, and
slowly got out of bed. He quietly
crept around the area making sure
not to make any noise. He was
heading for the lab. Schmid
silently entered the room.
"Hey, you yelled at me to go to bed
why aren't you in bed I wanted to
do that where's my pea crabs?"
Schmid said without taking any breaths.
Frankenschmid looked up from what
he was doing.
"Schmid, you haven't slept in days,
I have. I told you I was going to
finish this. And as for you pea crabs,
they're crawling all over you as we
speak."
"Oh, hey there little buggers," Schmid
said as he began to pluck them.
"Why do you even have those things
anyways?"
"Don't call them 'things'. They are
pea crabs and they have feelings, too.
Besides, I named all of them."
"You never cease to amaze me, Schmid."
"I know."
Frankenschmid gave in and allowed
Schmid to stay. Fortunately for
Frankenschmid, Schmid was preoccupied
by his pea crabs. Frankenschmid was
tediously working on the triggering
device to bring the dead back to life.
Schmid caused him to lose his train
of thought.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:56 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Six
"Have you seen Hermie?" Schmid asked.
"Which one is Hermie?" Frankenschmid asked.
"He's the biggest and the cutest."
Frankenschmid raised an eyebrow.
"Try your nose."
Schmid attempts to cross his eyes.
"Hey there, Hermie!"
As Schmid started to babble to his
crab, Frankenschimd returned to his
work. So far he had:
Eyes, Flies
Mice and lice
Peas with knees
Who eat the flees
They dance and prance
Sing and Ring
Points for joints
Fans with plans
Mail for snails
In and out
Of an old man's piggy snout
Round and round, it never ends
"What's that?" Schmid asked, once
again breaking Frankenschmid's
concentration.
"The triggering device." Frankenschmid replied.
"Triggering device for what?"
"Bringing the dead back."
"Where did they go and why do
you want to bring them back?"
"Scnmid, did the hamster die or
are you that forgetful?"
"The hanster is still alive, he's
eating the paper. What does he
have to do with me being
forgetful?"
"Schmid, don't think about it to
hard. The triggering device is to
bring the dead back to 'life'. It
was your idea, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Sounds good. Are you
finished with it?" Schmid asked
remembering his project.
"No, it needs a better ending."
Frankenschmid admitted.
"Well, you keep working on it.
I'm going to bed."
Frankenschmid just stared at
Schmid's retreating back. When
he was out of sight, Frankenschmid's
head hit the wall a few times. He
originally told the man to go to bed,
but he refused. Now, Schmid was
willing going to bed. That is one
very confusing Swede.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 9:59 am
Eyes of the Dead:Chapter Seven
Just as Frankenschmidwas
getting back to the triggering
device, Schmid popped back in.
"By the way, I want the final
version at sunrise."
"Schmid, that's only an hour
or so away."
"I know," was all Schmid said
and he turned to leave again.
Frankenschmid was about to
give up and find a way to
torture that man. Then again,
it is Schmid. Without him, life
would be dull.
Sunrise came and there was no
Schmid. Frankenschmid shrugged
his shoulders and continued to tinker
with the chant. Four hours past before
Schmid came running into the room
screaming. He had a severed hand
clamped on his face.
"Get it off!" Scmid screamed continously.
Frankenschmid ever so casually pried the
severed hand off of Schmid's face.
"Schmid? Why did you reanimate a
severed hand? Where's the rest of the
body?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, I wo't bother questioning you any
further. While you have been
reanimating your new friend, I have
been working on the chant. How does
this sound? And please, do not read it
out loud," Frankenschmid handed
him the chant.
"Can I have my hand as well?" Schmid asked.
"Of couse," Frankenschmid placed the
hand in a cage before he gavi it back
to Schmid.
Schmid read the chant.
Eyes, flies, mice, and lice
Peas with knees Who eat the fleas
They dance and prance, Sing and ring
Points for joints, Fans with plans
Mail for snails, in and out,
of an old man's piggy snout
Keep the heep with small ball
Grow to throw, up the hump
See the peas who eat the fleets!
Nips for tips that chill the hill
Round and round it never ends
Rise and follow the cabs to the
Hungry Crabs.
"May need more tinkering with,
but good so far," Schmid commented.
"Glad you approve."
"No problem."
"Let's go dig up the rest of the bodies
you requested," Frankenschmid suggested.
"Okay, sounds good."
The two Swedish scientists headed out
to the first seven burial grounds. Again,
Frankenschmid did all the digging. After
thay were all done at one site, they took
the bodies to the lab and then headed off
to the next burial site.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:45 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Eight
24 hours later...
"Okay, Schmid...I believe...
we have all...the bodies...
you required," Frankenschmid
managed to say between
breaths.
"Oh, you're tired. Well, we'll
just have to wait to continue
on the experiment later. I'll
go get some rest and you go
finish up on that triggering
device," Schmid rambled.
"Schmid, I am going to get
some rest. I was the one
digging up the bodies. I was
the one pulling the cart while
you sat on top of the bodies.
I will finish up with my device
after some sleep!" Frankenschmid
snapped.
"You don't have to get so angry,
it's not like you did all the hard
work," Schmid ramabled.
Frankenschmid's glare silently shot
daggers at Schmid.
"I DID do ALL the HARD WORK!"
"Okay, go get some sleep. You don't
need to take my head off, " Schmid told
him calmly and casually.
Frankenschmid gave up and stormed off to bed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:47 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Nine
7 hours past...
"Good morning Sunshine! How 'bout
some breakfast?" Schmid was all to
cheery.
"Schmid, you're scaring me. What do
you want?"
"Well, I upset you yesterday and I did
make you do all the physically hard
parts, so I thought I'd apologize."
"You, apologize? Yeah right Schmid.
What do you really want?"
"Your brain," Schmid said simply.
"I knew it!"
"How did you know I wanted your
brain?"
"Not that. I knew you wanted
somthing. Your only nice to me when
you want something," Frankenschmid
explained.
"Oh yeah you're right does this mean
I get your brain after all?" Schmid said
without pausing or taking a breath.
"No Schmid. Why do you require my
brain anyways?"
"I need your genuis. I can't figure out
some minor detail."
"You wanted to transplat my brain into
something else, didn't you,"
Frankenschmid countered.
"So, I was hoping to create an assistant
out of different animal and man body
parts," Schmid confessed.
"Schmid, why did I dig up all those bodies
for?"
"Just so I can mess with them."
"They have nothing to do with the
project, do they?"
"Nothing to do with our project," Schmid
casually confirmed.
"You're telling me you had me dig all
those bodies up for your own personal
use?!?"
Frankenschmid lunged at Schmid and
started to choke him.
"It was for a good cause," Schmid
managed to squeak out.
Frankenschmid stopped choking him,
"How?"
"Well, I am trying to figure out what goes
wrong everytime you try to reanimate
a dead body," Schmid rambled.
"Oh. I am sorry I choked you. After all,
you were only trying to help and surprise
me at the same time," Frankenschmid
began to ramble due to shock. "Anyways,
we need to finish this project."
"I thought you were against 'the eyes of
the dead'." Schmid pointed out.
"I was, but now I am intrigued and want
to find out if it can be done,"
Frankenschmid explained. " 'The eyes of
the dead'. I like it. Is that what you
named the project?"
"Um, no, I named it Project X."
"Then why did you call it that?"
"Because I want to have giant eyes appear."
"We can do that. I have an idea on how
to construct them. To the lab!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:49 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter Ten
Two months later...
In the middle of the night
"It works! Schmid come with me,"
Frankenschmid ordered.
The two went around to the back
of the lab. There in the middle of
the open plains were two giant
structures.
"Watch them carefully now,"
Frankenschmid instructed.
Schmid stared at the two giant
structures before him dumbfoundedly.
He was blinded by bright lights. He
regained his vision and continued to
stare at them. Frankenschmid then
proceeded to turn the lights off.
"Well, Schmid? What do you think?"
"Can I have them?"
"On the plus side, it did work," Franken-
schmid commented to himself. "No Schmid,
these are part of 'the eyes of the dead'
project. I figured, when the dead appears
then the eyes will appear, or the other
way around."
"I want a pair," Schmid whined.
Frankenschmid slaps Schmid.
"Snap out of it boy. You can't have a
pair. I do not have enough materials to
construct another set."
"Oh, okay. So, how do we get this project
moving after all we have are the two main
parts completed do you know where I put
those butterflies?" Schmid rambled.
"Next time Schmid, try breathing. You
did not take one single breath or pause at all.
And no, I didn't. I didn't even know you had
any."
Just as Frankenschmid finished speaking,
a giant mutated butterfly landed on Schmid's
head. It then proceeded to suck out his
brain.
"On second thought, I have. It's on your
head eating your brain."
"Oh, there you are!" Schmid said as he reached
up and tickled the thing. Lucky for Schmid,
it deatteched from his head. "Time to put you
away."
"Schmid, we need to do two more things before
we can test it. First, we need to pour a solution
over all the dead in our lands. Second, we need
to find a place to test it."
Over the next few days, the two Swedes
distributed the solution and set fourth to
their destination.
"Schmid, are we wondering aimlessly?" Franken-
schmid finally asked after a few days travel.
"No, I actually know where I'm going this time,"
Schmid replied.
"All right, I'll continue to follow you," Franken-
schmid agreed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:51 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter 11
Seven days later...
"Are you sure you know where
you're going?" Frankenschmid
was getting aggrivated.
"No, I lost my way. How about
we just stay here and try it?"
Schmid confessed for once.
"Schmid, we need a populated
place."
"Oh, yeah. Follow me."
Frankenschmid reluctantly
followed the younger man.
Ten days later...
The two Sweddish scientists finally
made it to thier destination. They
arrived at what is known as Crete
today.
"Finally, you actually got us here.
First, we eat. Second, we sleep.
Finally, at dusk, we begin operation
'the eyes of the dead' and sit back
and enjoy the show," Frankenschmid
instructed.
"Okay, I'll prepare our food!"
Schmid leaves in search for firewood.
"If he even gets lost...or even worse,
side tracked."
Frankenschmid let the thought fade away.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:53 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter 12
He felt the urge to wonder off
after a strange native animal.
He knew Frankenschmid would
be furrious, but Schmid didn't
care. He dropped the firewood
that he managed to collect and
skittered after the animal.
Dusk was near and all Schmid
managed to accomplish was
catching the little animal. With
the critter in hand, he headed back
to camp. He made it back to the
camp just as dusk began to fall.
"Glad you could rejoin me. It figures
a small fury animal would detain you.
Fortunately for you, I went ahead and
got firewood and prepared some food,"
Frankenschmid explained.
"Oh, you know me to well, Frankenschmid,"
Schmid said before he started to pick
through the food.
By the time Schmid was finished picking
through the food, dusk had turned into
night. Once Schmid realized how late it was,
he devoured the one piece of food he was
content with. From there he join
Frankenschmid.
"I believe these belong to you,"
Frankenschmid handed Schmid three cages.
In one cage was the re-animated hand, the
giant brain sucking butterfly, and the third
held the handburger---Schmid's newest creation
and pet.
"Did I miss anything?"
"Only feeding your pets."
"But I fed them before I fed myself!"
"Well, they are extremly hungry then. But that's
not imprtant. THe natives are beginning to test
test Project Eyes of the Dead."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:18 am
Eyes of the Dead: Chapter 13
While Frankenschmid was talking, a native boy found
the trigger. He just stared at the trigger.
"Doctor, can they read the trigger?" Schmid asked.
"I forgot to translate it. It's still in Swedish."
"Minor detail," was all Schmid said.
Frankenschmid began to write down the trigger in
Cretian. He then proceeded to fold it into a paper
airplane and threw it out to the boy. It ended up
hitting the boy in the head. The boy picked up the
piece of paper and attempted to unfold it. Excited,
the boy ran over to the leader and gave her the
piece of paper. She began to read it out loud.
"What did she just say?" Schmid asked.
Instead of telling Schmid, he hands him a piece of
paper.
"Eyes, flies, mice, and lice. Peas wi," Schmd was cut off
by Frankenschmid clamping his hand over his mouth..
"Don't speak it, just read it."
So Schmid just read it. "Like the ending! You mentioned
the hungry crabs. You were meaning pea crabs, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Pea Crabs," Frankenschmid agreed only
paying half attention.
Schmid realized he wasn't paying much attention to him.
Schmid followed Frankenschmid's gaze. Rising in the
distance were Frankemschmid's structure's known to be
the eyes of the dead. Part one of the project was a
success. Before long, the dead began to walk the earth
again. With part two being a success, Frankenschmid
deemed the project a complete success. To make things
better, the zombies were Swedish.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 6:30 pm
Thanks Mandi! I really appreciate it!
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