Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Zombie Blog: Zombie Rage in Jaco, Costa Rica


I wrote this as a mock news piece for The Costa Rica Star. Needless to say, it pissed some people off! Come on people, I am no Orson Welles!  But if I made you mad and turned your stomach... then I did my job well. 

For the rest of you fine readers, enjoy!


….Meanwhile, in Jacó, zombies attack....

The OIJ and other Costa Rican authorities have finally found a semblance of facts as to the cause of the bizarre zombielike and suicidal behavior which occurred in Jacó two weeks ago.  A suitcase full of “Bath Salts”, the confusingly named Mephadrone and Methylenedioxypyrovarone based potpourri drug, was legally checked in through Costa Rica’s customs department from a flight out of Miami, Florida.


Jonathan Mora, a Costa Rican import and export broker easily passed the drugs into the country three weeks ago for the same reasons that “Bath Salts” have flown under the radar in head shops and novelty shops in the United States for the last year or more, the packaging. Mora’s shipment was labeled, “Lavender Rush, aromatically energizing bath salt, not for human consumption.” Records show that Mr. Mora simply paid the duties on the 300 individual “Lavender Rush” bags, the same kind of product that is allegedly responsible for the psychotic behavior of Louisiana’s Carl Jacquneaux, the Causeway Cannibal, and many other recent incidents of violence and suicide that have taken place in the U.S. 

The lead up to the mayhem that occurred that fateful Saturday night two weeks ago is still a subject of hot debate. There are very few facts and much of the official reports are mere conjecture. But, according to a  recent  OIJ bulletin, the "Bath Salts" were brought to the town of Jaco and repackaged into the “Dime Bags” that are typical of cocaine and MDMA. The dangerous concoctions were given away under the ruse that it was cocaine and snort-able ecstasy or a party mix of the two.

The drug was given out indiscriminately on Saturday evening. The main recipients seemed to have been prostitutes and the everyday hard-core partiers of the town. But many weekenders from San José just letting loose for the weekend and tourists as well were given the drug, reportedly for free. It’s almost as if Jonathan Mora – who has still not been found - was conducting a psycho-stimulant social experiment. It is thought that some 300 people in the Jacó area received “Bath Salts” with the idea that it was Cocaine or MDMA (Ecstasy). Over 100 violent reactions of varying degrees took place throughout the night.

The Costa Rica Star has been able to contact some of the observers, survivors and culprits/ drugged victims of what is now known as “The Bath Salts Zombie Frenzy of Jacó, Costa Rica” for their statements.

“I was walking down the street with a friend. We had just had a few drinks, you see, and we wanted to check out other bars. I saw this small group of two dark skinned prostitutes, maybe Dominicans and a guy. Presumably he was from the U.S. or Canada, but I can’t really say for sure, because I never heard him speak. Anyhow, they were stumbling down the street towards us when suddenly, the smaller of the two girls takes the other one to the ground and rips open her blouse. She exposes the larger woman’s ample breasts and begins biting them. We were dumb-struck and stopped in our tracks. With one of her first bites, she swallowed the other girl’s nipple and most of the outer part…what’s it called… the areola? I couldn’t decide what to do. I was about to intervene when I noticed that the one who was now gushing blood from her breast was stroking the attacking girl’s hair and cupping the back of her head, almost the way a mother would comfort a suckling baby. The guy was hooting and hollering. A moment later he tears off the skirt and panties of the one who is on her knees ravaging her friend’s breast and proceeds to try and have sex with her from behind. Thing is, he never takes his pants down. He’s just more or less air humping her with her torn panties still gripped tightly in his left hand. I snap back to attention when I hear the sickening sound of skin popping. The smaller girl has gotten her fingers inside of the nipple hole she created and started ripping, pulling and stretching it like she was trying to open a stubborn bag of potato chips.  When the 450 cc silicon bag came sliding out the side of the larger girl’s breast to flop down onto the dirty concrete, I grabbed my buddy by the shirt and ran.” – Mark Hirkon, vacationer from Fort Worth, Texas.

“My name is Gloriana Vasquez and I was there in Jacó during the Frenzy. My friend Ashley had just gotten some Ecstasy and Cocaine given to her, so we went into the bathroom of the night club that we were dancing in to do a few bumps. At first I felt fine. I felt like I could party all night long. But after a while, the atmosphere changed. It got dark. I could feel the oppressive weight of badness pushing in on me from all corners of the club. Instinctively, without even thinking about it, I had my straight razor in my hand to protect myself from all the badness that was sure to come from the darkness. A dead clown came out of the shadows and attacked me…so I started slashing out at its retched, disgusting face with my straight blade. I was so scared. It had long sharp teeth that were oozing with venom and mottled purple skin that looked like it was poorly covered with old white grease paint. So, when I knocked the clown thing backwards and down to the ground, I kept on slashing at it. I climbed on top of it to pin it down and kept slashing at its head. I thought… I can’t let it get back up. If it gets back up it will devour me. Thinking back on all of this, (Gloriana is now weeping) I remember telling Ashley that she had done her eye make-up too big that evening and that she should tone it down if she didn’t want to go out looking like a clown.” 

Note: The interview took place in El Buen Pastor Woman’s Correctional Facility in Desemparados. Ashley Vasillo (Mrs. Vasquez’s friend) is still in critical condition. She is blind in both eyes and her face looks like it has been run through a meat grinder. Over 50 deep straight razor slashes cut away most of her lips, nose, cheeks, gums and left deep grooves into the bone structure of her face. It should also be noted that the razor blows were thrown with such strength and fury that she is missing three fingers on her right hand two from her left hand, defensive wounds inflicted while trying to protect her face and neck.

“We were walking, my wife and I, when we were attacked by two young men. They tackled us as we were coming back from looking at the moon on the beach front. It wasn’t long before I realized that I was in mortal combat with the young man that tackled me. And upon this realization, I knew that my wife was in serious trouble. I was trying to fight the man off as fast as I could… so that I could help my wife. But he was bigger and younger than me (this he says while looking down shamefully at his feet). As I was screaming and punching at my attacker, I could see that the other man had started to bash my wife in the head with a loose chunk of concrete. She only weighed 100 pounds; she didn’t stand a chance. The bastard kept bashing and bashing at her head until it split open like a melon. I watched in horror as he pulled away the softened sections of bone and hair and started pulling out parts of my lovely wife’s brain. He didn’t eat it. At least I don’t think that he put any in his mouth. Instead, he painted his face and chest with her brain matter and blood… he was arching his back and howling at the moon like he had completed some sort of animalistic rite.  I screamed and cried, resigning myself to die with her when three sharp pops rang out. The young man who was attacking me slumped over dead on top of me and the one wiping my wife’s brain on his face fell over sideways with most of his head gone. – Mario Castillo, small business owner from San José, Costa Rica.

Note: The two attackers were identified as 23 and 24 year old Jon and Michael Perkins. Educated brothers from Providence, Rhode Island. All character reports say that they were laid back, friendly individuals who hadn’t even been in a fist fight since grammar school. Mario’s rescuer was Motel and Bar owner, Jim Dougherty, an American Expat that just happened to be leaving for the night with his safe drop money. Because of the fact that he was to be transporting money, he brought along his hand gun.

“This one guy just punched his hooker friend in the face for no apparent reason. Then he ran out into oncoming traffic and screamed in rage and lowered his shoulder like he was going to Incredible Hulk body check a Toyota Prado that was already almost on him and going about 40 miles per hour. His face slammed into the Prado’s head lamp and he went ricocheting across the street only to be mowed down by a pick-up truck traveling the opposite direction.” – Sarah Linsky, TEFL English teacher living in Jacó.

“Jacó’s ability to respond to the multiple acts of violence was hampered severely by two police officers entering the main Jacó police station and opening fire against their comrades.  3 were killed and 6 wounded before the two crazed officers were gunned down. This put our already limited security force under even more duress, the loss of  11 officers.” – Municiple Attorny General

There is still no firm number on the amount of injuries related to the Bath Salts Zombie Frenzy of Jaco. Authorities believe it may be between the numbers of 150 and 200 . The current death toll lingers at 45 persons. However, there are still people in critical condition in various hospitals throughout Costa Rica.

Those who experienced the Bath Salt Zombie Frenzy of Jacó first hand and we here at the Costa Rica Star can thank god for the pending rainy season. A few days of heavy rain may wash the blood from the sidewalks, but the carpets in Jacó’s hotels and the furniture Jacó’s bars and night clubs will never come clean. The blood that has been etched into those fabrics will remain forever.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Zombie Blog: The search begins.


This process is definitely taking me for a ride. I have been shopping for editors of late, as well as learning how to spot the agents and editors that are merely rip off artists. It’s scary stuff, trying to decide who you are going to trust with your months of creative labor. It’s kind of like handing over your baby to a complete and total stranger, not knowing how well they are going to care for it… if it will be the same baby, or even if it will still be alive when you come back.

I did find a Canadian editor that I think I am going to have do a sample edit. She seems, (from what I can tell over the internet) to have a genuine desire to dig deep into what the author is trying to portray, and edit the manuscript without inflicting too much of her own writing style on it. So I will send her a couple chapters, get a quote, and go from there. Oh, the edit also includes a critique, which I think will be extremely helpful when I start my final re-write.

The other loop this process has thrown me through is that I have begun applying for writing jobs. Freelance article work, agency copywriter work, and some are just blog and SEO jobs. So now I am starting to look at this whole writing thing as more than just creating a novel. HA! I said, “Just creating a novel.” Like it is not a huge undertaking in itself!


          By Cadence Strange

©Justin Hilbert 2012

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Monday, March 19, 2012

Zombie blog: A new font is all it takes.

Interestingly enough, the second I switched my MS WORD default font to the Georgia font that I will most likely use when printing/ eprinting my novel, my muse almost instantly returned. It’s almost as if the prior font, (Calibri) was simply offending my creativity via visual interruption.
I spent some time researching standard book sizes and ratios. As well as standard font sizes for printing. Each little thing I learn opens up a spider web of 10o other things that I need to research. There is just too much information out there. 
So once again it’s on. I pumped out another two thousand words last night, and I think that they are going to keep coming!
Here are a few:

 “Once again James, what are you referring to?” he says stepping forward.
   “You know what I’m referring to!” I shout. “And it’s fine, just don’t fucking get her pregnant. Be really careful. If she is with child, she’ll get weaker; her agility late term is going to fall to shit. She won’t be able to pull her own weight; in fact, she’ll be a burden that we’ll both have to carry, and carrying that kind of burden will get us killed. This isn’t even considering if she manages to stay alive long enough to give birth. If she gave birth, you wouldn’t be able to pull your own weight because you’d be too busy having to pull hers and a baby’s. What the hell would we do with a baby in this shit anyways? We are just learning how to survive in a world with a whole new order of things, and I have a feeling that it is going to be a long learning process that’s graded on a sharp curve, with one non-passing grade equaling death for at least one person.  
   “I’m not planning on having any babies,” says Kale. His body posture is visibly more demure after my rant.
   “Yeah…well, I didn’t see anybody grab any boxes of condoms when we raided the pharmacy a few days back. Stupider accidents have happened, so I hope you’ve been doing a fantastic job at the infamous pull out maneuver.
   Kale nods his head dejectedly. Without saying anything else, he turns around and goes back to the tree platform. 




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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Some observatory notes from Kale and James on zombies:





Slow Eaters:
They never sleep or rest in the traditional fashion.
Slow Eaters do not drown.
Fire is not a safe and effective combat method to use against them
Electricity does make slow ones' muscles seize while they are being electrocuted. However, it has no lasting effect other than possibly lighting them on fire if the voltage is high enough.
Slow Eaters that are frozen Solid will thaw out to continue in the same capacity that they were before frozen.
Slow Eaters will feed on ANYTHING LIVING, including Fast Eaters.
The last things to decay seem to be sensory organs. The very most decrepit of slow eaters seem to be less aware of possible nearby prey.

Fast Eaters:
Fast Eaters seem to have a heightened immune system and regenerate faster than normal people.
Their dietary range is wide. They will eat anything from fresh fruit to rotting carrion.
They need to sleep like we do. Unfortunately they don’t sleep collectively during the night or day, they sleep when tired. But seem to be 80% or so more active at night and in the early morning than in day light hours.
 Fast ones gain some composure over time.
When there are many fast ones together in close proximity, you can feel it, (Not sure if this is a prey like 6th sense of detecting predators, or if it sensing some sort of chemical or communication).
When a fast one dies it only takes moments to rise again.
The ones that were infected as Fast Eaters seem to comeback as something in-between a Fast and Slow Eater. It’s like the infection works directly with the body’s proteins, preserving them.(A person who dies first then rises as an Eater, is basically no matter how you slice it, dead tissue. The ones that were infected first, and then the body dies, act like prior preserved tissue that remains partially preserved due to the infection already being well settled in.)
Fast Eaters that are frozen solid will thaw out to continue in that in-between state which is slightly above Slow Eater.
Infected dogs (Fast Eater dogs) and Fast Eaters tend to avoid each-other like two predatory groups equally capable of harming one another, (They all avoid herds of slow ones).

These notes on zombies or eaters as dubbed by James, is just a short observational study that took place randomly over approximately one month.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

ZOMBIE HOOKERS: A playground for the imagination.



I like idea of zombie hookers. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe it's the adjunct nature between sex and death portrayed by the media that has been streamed into my head since I was a small child. At any rate, I love it. And the idea of slaying zombie whores is even better!!!  Call it cosmic retribution.. or just say that I personally am sick in the head. But, the first punishment for your dirty, whoring ways was becoming a zombie.The second punishment is ME taking an unhealthy amount of pleasure in bashing your head in and dismembering your scantily clad body.


My brain can run off with this all day long, as it does, and did in some of the particularly graphic areas in the Blindman blue manuscript which is still under construction. 
But don't worry, the book I am writing is not filled with 
the hooker double death. There are actually only a few
short, (but extremely explicit) parts dealing with the oldest undead profession.


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Zombies are fun to destroy, but zombie prostitutes are a sick person's goldmine. 


Now excuse me while I go fantasize in preparation to write.


by Cadence Strange




Copyright(C)Justin Hilbert 2012



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Thursday, March 1, 2012

THEY’RE WORSE THAN COMMUNISTS!!!



We all know that the American government and controlling private sectors fear the communist ideal. But who should we really fear??? The Zombies; that’s who! Zombies in fact, are WORSE THAN COMMUNISTS. Why is this, you might ask??? The Zombies might be worse than socialists…but how could anyone be worse than the Communists??? Here are five reasons why.


1: Zombies don’t work. I know that one of my own biggest fears of the RED way, is the willingness to pull your own weight. One farmer decides to slack off a bit in agricultural tasks, and everybody suffers. Well, Zombies don’t work at all. The only weight they will be pulling is your dead body as they continue to eat you.

2: Communists don’t eat people, (I think). The thought of the Communist ideology spreading to the minds of everyday hard working, capitalistic Americans like a virus,  smashing down your dreams of ever standing out from the crowd like a Siberian ice hammer is terrifying. However, those Commi-bastards still, generally speaking do not ravage each-other's living flesh.

3: Most communists can run faster than a Zombie, but Zombies spread their way of thinking faster than ANYBODY.  Zombies tend to move slowly in the traditional sense. But Zombies have an amazing knack for quickly making everyone around them think and behave as they do. Their technique is so convincing that this new thought process becomes irreversibly permanent.

4: Active Communists don’t decay. This may seem like a no brainer topic that shouldn’t even be brought up, but, recent polls show that the average American prefers beings that do not perpetually emit foul odor. This is regardless of race, color, or creed. Nobody likes to be around something that makes you choke back your own vomit.

5: Zombies are terrible conversationalists. At least with a democracy killing, Venture capitalist loathing Communist, you can debate the correctness of your beliefs.  The Communist can relay why they feel the way that they do, and quite possibly in such an effective manner that you might learn something that you were prior unaware of, like economics, politics, or government. A Zombie will deny any verbal interaction other than moaning and an oral fixation of showing its teeth and trying to put its mouth on you. Zombies will never enlighten you with their own thoughts, nor will you ever convince them of yours

This quick summary of what we have learned proves it:

1: Their refusal to work is right up there with Hippies and Puerto Ricans.
2: Their appetite is disgusting.
3: Zombies are well versed in the art of brain washing.
4: They stink.
5: Zombies are no fun to talk to.

So there you have it. ZOMBIES ARE WORSE THAN COMMUNISTS!!!

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The other thing that I need you to do is go to www.blindmanblue.blogspot.com and click “Follow”. The page will be dark, but strangely inviting. This will entice you to read other entries.If you are already inside of the blog page, just go up to the top left part of the page and click the follow button. You will also share this with your friends on facebook and twitter !! And for this, you will be greatly appreciated!!

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By Justin Hilbert
copyright(c) Justin Hilbert 2012



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Thursday, February 23, 2012

So it's been a while :)


Opening chapter of manuscript:                                              ©Blindman blue 2011 ©Justin Hilbert 2011
                                                
  It didn’t strike me as odd seeing three guys beating a clawing and salivating man into the pavement as I left my work at the bar at 3am. Neither did it strike me as odd, (at that moment) that one of the members of the group of head bashers was shrieking in Spanish, “That fucking freak fucking bit me.”  Nope. Didn’t think any of this was too far out of the norm for this town, where drug dealers, hookers and rock heads run wild. You see this kind of shit all the time. Much of the time, you see a lot worse.
   The alarm on my cell phone goes off at noon the next day. Well….. I guess it’s still actually the same day, but, I track my days and nights from when I have slept. Doing the night shift for a long time tends to do this to you.  For me it’s early. Normally I’ll roll out of bed at one or two o-clock in the afternoon.
   My vision is still all blurry, and I don’t really know what is going on just yet. Just standing there naked, changing my glance from my bookshelf to the window where the noonday light is seeping through the curtains. After about a minute or so of this awkward trance, I stumble out into the kitchen to put on some coffee, throw on some shorts and in turn, stumble over to the little corner pulperia, (general store). Where, I buy my usual breakfast, a loaf of fresh baked bread and sour cream, (sometimes I augment it with avocados or tomatoes and onions).
   While purchasing my goods, the counter man tells me of an abnormally high amount of violence that happened in the wee hours of the night, and that I’m only the third person he’s seen all morning. The guy who bakes the bread came in at 6:30am, and he had one other customer at 7am when he opened. I’m not really listening though; I am still pretty much fully spaced out. I don’t wake up well, I never have. It always takes me quite a while to get my head together (which will soon change).
   Then he says something about how when he got up four am, he saw the next door neighbor woman bite her man’s ear off, and then sprint away down the street.  This catches my attention.
   “Que la verga!” I say. 
   “No se.”Es una vara rara eh? Muchas malas cosas pasando.” He shrugs and says. (I don’t know. It’s weird shit huh? Lots of bad things happening.)
   I purchase the morning paper and step outside. On the cover, the head line reads: UN MONTON DE VIOLENCIA ANOCHE (mass violence last night). I skim it. All over San Jose, (Costa Rica’s capitol city), were reports of individuals going Homicidal and Psychotic. Injuries and deaths estimated in the thousands. This includes many of the Psychotic individuals who were put down by citizens and police. Reports of, People eating each-other.  
   I notice now that the street is empty. I then see someone I recognize. It’s a prostitute named Marcela. 


 ©Blindman blue 2011 ©Justin Hilbert 2011