Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Zombieland Ese


This is not what he was looking for. A desolate land across the Rio Grande. Alejandro had been looking forward to seeing his family, the family that he paid so much money to send over from Mexico to the states waiting for him at the river bank. Before him was a wasteland, cars everywhere, car parts, building material and other stuff. The sight put him into despair, seeing that his ticket to freedom had been his wife Marisol holding his phony green card. His two companions came up behind him, Pepe and Machete taking in the scenery as well.  Alejandro didn’t trust these two since all they wanted was to eat taco bell and eat fajitas for the rest of their lives.  They descended the hill and approached the highway they looked for a vehicle that was in working order, hoping that they would be able to begin their journey in U.S. Alejandro began cursing out loud about the current situation and how they would get out of it. While he was mumbling to himself Pepe spoke up “thius is not what I was expecting ese, all this destruction man I did not sign up for” Machete nodded his head in agreement and just grunted “I’m hungry”. “Do you guys only think of yourselves all the time?” Alejandro retorted. Before they could answer He took off moving faster, looking for the stupid car. After a while they came upon a Cadillac that had full tank. At first they admired the car and moved around it. Finally Machete was able to pop the door open and allowed Pepe to hot wire the car and get it started. All of this was taking too long and Alejandro was started to get irritated. All he wanted was to see his wife and kids to start his new life with them. All of this was not going to happen if he continued to hang with these eggheads of companions. Finally Pepe got the car started and Alejandro jumped in the driver seat and waited for the other two. As they got in Machete gave him a “where are we going” look, to which he responded “Houston, to find my family.” Machete nodded and promptly fell asleep. As he was driving, Alejandro couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that they were about to run into something bad. Something really bad.

3 comments:

  1. I love that you have Hispanic culture in your story. If anyone other than a Hispanic wrote that then we would instantly be deemed racist. Kind of like a Robert Rodriguez movie in that sense.

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  2. This is really good so far, can't wait to read the rest!

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  3. I was reading this and it got really interesting! Where is the rest? I would love to read it

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