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Worms

There were stories of the day that was yet to come. They were truly terrifying. The day when the dead came back to life. All of the legends said, "As time goes on, the dead will advance and become alive again. Although we do not know the form they will take, it will be truly horrific."

That day was soon approaching. Everyone was preparing for something that was bound to happen. They prepared for centuries upon centuries awaiting their fate. They all prepared for the worst, but it never came and was never going to come...

Or so they thought.

It was the night of a full moon. The silver light reflected off of the water's surface creating the illusion of glowing water. The wind was eerily blowing silently by, occasionally whistling.

There was a boy outside still roaming the streets. That's when he heard it. "It" was a soft rumbling noise that many wouldn't be able to hear at all. Only about 12% of the population could. This, however, is irrelevant to the current situation.

The boy, (his name will not be revealed until I eventually think of one)(Update: I thought of one!) Eduardo, quietly questioned what he heard, but put it off as his stomach or something of his imagination. But, he kept hearing it over and over again, so he soon returned home to ask about it.

When he asked his parents, they thought he was crazy. Unfortunately, his parents were not "blessed" like the 10% who could hear it. He quickly realized that and sighed.

There was another rumbling sound, but it was louder than before. Eduardo's parent's faces held a look of shock. He asked if they heard it this time. His parents were too shocked to speak.

His parents knew it wasn't an earthquake because they were in a place where they don't occur.

There was another really loud rumble and a cracking noise followed shortly after. Now there was a look of shock on all of their faces. The poor 2% of the population with super sensitive hearing. Their ears must be bleeding by now.

They went outside to figure out what that noise was, and they were met with a terrifying sight.

There were a bunch of rotting worms moving around. That wasn't even the worst part. There was a giant rotting worm about the size of a flagpole length-wise. Its width was like a giant tree.

生产热啊么是维尔额和啊人大罗拉肉你的 (that awkward moment when you accidentally switch your keyboard... I'm pretty sure it only happens to me...I swear I only wanted a Japanese keyboard so I could translate things easier). Screams were heard all around. Someone screamed something about how they were right about the apocalypse, or something like that. That person screamed once more, saying he needed to tell the president.

In the White House
With Ronald Grump

Ronald Grump was sitting at a desk full of paperwork, otherwise known as bills. (I know, I'm not stupid. I actually know what a law is before it's a law). His job was to go through them, deciding which bills were worthy to be a law. Today was a busy day.

"Pass," he says as he slides the paper to the other side of the desk.

"All bathrooms must be made entirely of glass? I am definitely passing this one!" He said with the excitement of a child. He was thinking of finally being able to peep on his wife (perv).

"The president's law deciding power will be removed? Uh no, VETO!" He flipped his hair as he set the vetoed bill in a separate pile from the passed bills.