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January 1st, 2010

Under Fire

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October 2nd, 2009

Day 2: An Excerpt from My Upcoming Novel “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies…and Ukuleles”

Elizabeth Bennet, the main character, began to wonder whether all the zombies surrounding her were the result of a viral epidemic or of a nuclear holocaust. She nervously fiddled with some frilly thing on her old-timey dress as one of the flesh-eating undead lurched in her direction, his grayish-blue flesh barely clinging to his face. It was then that Elizabeth remembered that she hadn’t uploaded her weekly YouTube clip and it was 10:30 pm on Saturday. She laid her hardshell travel case, adorned with stickers about her love of locally-grown organic food and her fixed gear bike, down on the ground and took out her Lanikai LU-21C Concert Ukulele. ’Liz favored the concert-sized uke as they were nice and compact, but slightly larger than soprano ukes, which just seemed too small. A tenor uke was only a little larger and she could have just as easily purchased one of those if they’d had one available at the music store. What she couldn’t abide was the baritone ukulele. It’s tuned just like the four bottom strings of a guitar!?! I mean, what’s the point!?!

But there was no time to ponder such questions now. Elizabeth was trapped in the shopping mall next to Netherfield, with the walking corpses closing in on her. “Brrrraaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnsssss,” they moaned. Although she was in possession of a few small-caliber firearms that she’d scavenged from the post-apocalyptic landscape, she knew these would do little to slow the malicious brigade down. The only to way, after all, to kill a zombie was to thoroughly dismember the body. She was mired in terrible circumstances, despite the fact that environment and upbringing were so important in the development of young people’s character and morality — a major theme in Austen’s work.

She sat down and pulled up the lyrics to some Smiths’ song on her iPhone. Then she opened up her MacBook, resisted the urge to check out the latest Bushman video contest entries, and set it so that the webcam squarely captured her face and strumming hand.

As she hit record and launched into her mediocre cover, she could see, in iMovie’s preview window, the hoard, a few feet behind her and closing in.

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