Becoming Badass

Some people might think it strange that I tore asunder an others head and neck with only a little apprehension, but I in my defense it was a zombie. I always knew they would show up at some point although I didn't think Earth Population Zero would be the way they arrived. On top of that I seemed to always have a VERY extreme fight or flight mechanism.

When I was a young one we used to play in my house' super scary basement, setting up haunted houses for fun. When I say super scary I mean it. The basement had a filing room similar to the basement library from the opening scene of Ghostbusters, and a prohibition era dungeon complete with 3 inch thick steel door. The key for that monstrosity was no joke a giant-out-of-the-movies 3 inch by 3 inch 'T" and the door had 6...SIX...S.I.X deadbolts that the big ol skeletor key would lock on you.

Anyway, we played haunted house and in one scenario I ended up with my little brother locked in the dungeon with (in my mind) a demented freak holding what had to be a 12 foot knife wearing a hockey mask.



Option A - Flight...Well I was locked in a room, so no flight to be had
Option B - Fight...Let's doit



Before even moving the entire room looked like someone had put a filter over my eyes. When I rage, I literally see red and starbursts, it's hard to explain and I don't like doing it, but in the moment everything slows and become clear - crush, kill, destroy!

I soared at the maniac and fought like a trapped little squirrel:

Look high, fake jab while squatting slightly and priming the rear leg.
Maniac looks to defend the non-existent jab with his harpoon.......

And doesn't see the brutally honest full bore knee to the crotch.

As the maniac doubled over thinking "Hey, in the movies no one goes for the junk shot" I grabbed hold of his hair with both hands and simultaneously pull down while driving my knee up again.

The result was a spectacular knee to the face that nearly cracked his mask in half. Still in full on fight mode it took another 5 minutes of beating before the maniac finally said
"PAT!! IT'S ME!!! STOP! PLEASE!"

Only then did I realize was laying some savage hurt on my older brother. As the red and stars receded I looked around the room and only saw shock. My brothers and friends couldn't believe what had just happened. In the span of a few seconds I had disarmed, disabled, and humiliated my attacker while protecting my little brother. To them they saw no hesitation, just pure unbridled rage.

To tell you the truth if the door wasn't locked I would have thrown my younger brother onto the knife and booked it...some hero.


Flash back to the crumpled gore at my feet. The fight option has run its course.



I looked around and decided it was time to engage the forward thrusters and GTFO.