• This is an essay i have to write for English class so why not put it up on here. not completely done with it yet but more will come soon :) Angelo liked the island. The peace full breeze in the morning calmed his soul from the nightmares he was having more frequently. The terrors of his former life in Italy were not doing any good for his health. His hair was almost completely white from the stress even though he had barley turned 38. Hector had died a few years back. His death hadn’t had the effect he thought it would have on him. The old man spent the rest of his days sitting on the beach watching the wave’s role onto the shore. His mind seemed to be at rest. Angelo wondered at times what Hector was thinking? Was he thinking of the war? Was he thinking of his kids he’d probable never see again? The thought of never being able to see your children again sent shivers down Angelo’s back. He made a promise to him self never to have kids ever. He didn’t want them to have the pain of losing a father to haunt them for rest of there lives. The statue head sat on a pedestal in the main hall of his luxurious home on the beach front. Angelo would sometimes stop and stare at the head for long periods of time, wondering if this head was a miracle or a curse? Ever since he had set his eyes on it, things didn’t seem to go his way. Yes he was a multi-millionaire, but money was nothing to him. He had got it making things safe. Safety. Such a weird word he thought to himself. There is no such thing as safety. In a world of war, diseases, death, safety seemed like a coward’s heaven. There could never be something that was 100% safe. The notion of there being no risk in anything made Angelo sad. He prayed silently that if that day ever came, that he would never see it. The new day was barely upon Angelo when he woke up. Sweat flowing from his face like water falls of salt water. It was then that Angelo thought and said aloud, “I can’t go on like this any more! All the People of the world need to know what it is the feel fear, to see safety as a past thing. An imaginary world that once was!” He recalled seeing and article about a man who was going to make a movie about people that came back from the dead to kill and turn other living humans into what they had become. A zombie is what he called it, a reanimation of a formerly dead person that was been reborn with the hunger for flesh. The idea seemed impossible to Angelo. The article said that zombies were created when a human was dosed with radiation then killed. He knew the U.S. would not let him use one of their nuclear bombs if they had any more. Even with his limited knowledge of human biology Angelo knew that this way of creating a zombie was going to be too impossible for him. Angelo decided to ask some experts on whether he could create a zombie by another means. As he was writing the letters his kind, Jamaican butler came into the room. “Anything I can help you sir?” he asked “No, unless you know a biology professor that would mind working on a small project I am thinking of starting?” “Actually,” he replied, “I do know of one that may want to come under your services” “Great! Who is this man and where does he live so that can mail him my idea?” “Great Britain, sir, and his name is Professor George Romero.” “Thank you Rashan. Now can you get me some tea? My throat is parched.” Rashan bowed then quickly left the room. Angelo quickly addressed the letter this Professor Romero, drank his tea then had Rashan bring his automobile around and take him to the local post office in the harbor. The ride was a quite one. The island seemed to still be asleep even though it was high noon. He didn’t hear one bird, didn’t see one person on the road that day. When they entered the harbor people started to appear. The smell of salty fish, salt water brought back memories of his trip to America. The trip seemed to take forever, even though there were no storms or rough water he still got seasick several times. After dropping off the letter he proceeded to the local bar to pick up a few kegs of rum. He was going to need them in the days to come.

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