I sprint towards the cleaning cart and hide inside, "Oh, hi!" Taylor Swift says to me, filming the vinyl promo for The Tortured Poets Department in her Lover bodysuit, "Stream the Tortured Poets Department!" She exclaims with glee.
"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!" I scream. As I question my life choices, Taylor transforms into a wretched monster before my very eyes.
"Stream the Tortured Poets Department... or I'll eat you," she threatens, her skin becoming greener than the grass at Centennial Park.
"Girl chill it's not even out yet," I realize that there's a mark on her collarbone; a bite mark so scarlet it was maroon.
Rage overrides Taylor's face and I run out of the cleaning cart. At least I don't have to worry about her; they never let her out of the cleaning cart.
"ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY!!" I hear her shriek. I guess it wasn't just Ashley.
I run as fast as my feet can carry me until I bump into a brick wall. Thick red blood drips onto my mouth, and my hand jumps to my nose. It's definitely broken.
While I keep running, I hear someone play Karma by Jojo Siwa. I move my legs faster when I see the zombies doing stop what they're doing and dance the horrifically choreographed dance in unison.
With the few seconds I have left, I run into a shadowy forest near a nearby middle school. The forest is deserted except for a red shed and an abandoned rusty old mansion. The red shed looks to be shaking, so I run into the incongruous mansion.
As soon as I step into the mansion, I am overcome with darkness. My footsteps echo through the dust-coated walls. I have to be careful not to step on any cockroaches or spider webs.
I open the door to a closet. In it, there is a dull blue ferrari. When I close the door, I hear a lock. Oh no.
I'm trapped in a closet.
"Greetings, mortal," Someone booms. I look around, no one's there.
"Who said that?!" I demand, turning my head back and forth.
"Tis me who commented upon your arrival!" The same voice says, nowhere to be seen, "My physical form is the car before you, wench."
There's no fucking way that a car is talking to me.
"Because of your appearance in this closet, could you perhaps pass me my medication for schizophrenia, lowly peasant?" The blue ferrari asks.
"Sure," I reply, popping a pill in its engine, "What's your name?"
"The name I choose to go by is Leonardo Valentino, for it is a wise name indeed," it says, consuming the pill with great might.
Great, now I'm trapped in the closet of a rusty old house with a mentally ill car.
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Love Under The Midnight Stars (FT my co-author Alexander)
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