#207 Zombies… *Aid* Zombies
Disclaimer: Originally posted here.
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Okay, so with the exception of (of course) Stuff Expat Aid Workers Like, and possibly one or two others, the aid blogosphere has been painfully slow of late. We don’t know why, exactly, but there’s just not much going on.
Time to MIX. IT. UP.
It’s time for a writing contest.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Humanitarian Zombie Fiction.
“IS THIS THE WASH CLUSTER..?”
Spend the weekend cranking out your best humanitarian aid zombie fiction and then send it to me:
Will Mike and Rupert be able to distribute all the NFIs and make it back to the warehouse before they’re overrun by zombies?
As Ashley sits alone at the expat bar she can’t help but notice that the air outside has grown suddenly quiet…
“NO!” Tristan shouted. ”KEEP THEM BACK!”
The battery icon on his small laptop computer was flashing red, and the wifi signal icon showed only one bar. “I have to get the SF424 submitted before the mission office in Maputo closes… have to submit the SF424…”
Tristan heard his own voice repeating, now, as if out of body. He looked over at Steve barricading the door, the shrieking outside intensifying with every passing second. “I only need two minutes…”
Raoul’s head felt like it was splitting apart. He couldn’t remember where he was. Kuching? La Paz?
All he knew was that the proposal had to go into DFID by 11:00 AM. He glanced at his watch. Only three hours…
At that moment he became acutely aware of the craving. For… brains…
Right. You get the picture.
So give it your best shot. 500 – 50,000 words. Aid workers. Impossible deadlines. Romance. Mayhem. Above all, Zombies.
– Post it on your aid blog or Facebook page or Google+ and add the link to the comments thread below this post.
– send it to J. via his Evil Genius address (evilgenius.main@gmail…).