[Mister Saint]: 79.Contest Entries.Descriptions

For the Descriptions contest.

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"Such an insignificant thing. Do you really think this miniscule little device could stand at the heart of such widespread chaos and disorder?"

I held my breath, that my breathing would not interrupt the deductive process. In all my years I had reported dozens of zombie outbreaks to the people of the world, but this one led the pack in the race of strangeness. I turned the slim device over in my hands and examined the prismatic flicker gleaming off of its underside. Perfectly round, definitely not something crafted by human hands, and almost certainly a piece of high technology, it puzzled me even as it thrilled me. To discover such a thing lying in the midst of a corpus animus block party simply boggled the mind.

"I have seen these before," I answered my bored lieutenant. "It turns out that all those politicians were right." Again I turned the device. Flat, with unique texture and appearance to each side, rather like a record but smaller... I had to find out what it was. The perfect circular hole in its center indicated that it might revolve upon something.

I glanced about, admiring the handiwork of the brainwashed, flesh-thirsty beasts this thing had supposedly created. And I knew, then, that they were right. I had used this device myself, and already I could feel my brain cells retreating into my skull's bomb shelter.

"Bob," I said to Eric, "If this has made me into one of them..." I handed the device to him, along with two dollars in U.S. currency. "... pay its overdue charge at the game rental store. Just, don't look directly at it, or you might become a mindless zombie too..."