Synchronized Chaos Mid-September issue: This Mortal Coil

First of all, an announcement: I (editor Cristina Deptula) am going to be providing accessibility support on Zoom for Art and Mind 2023, which is an amazing virtual showcase of art, music and writing centered on BIWOC creators and how their art helps them heal themselves and others. All are welcome and this is Thursday, October 5th, 6:30 to 8:30 EST (New Hampshire time).

The poster is a digitally drawn sunflower field. These sunflowers are a mustard yellow with orange highlights. The centers of the sunflowers are brown and black. The sunflowers fade into the background, leading to green and grey mountains with an abstract curly pattern at their bases. The mountains are rounded at the top, and fade into a whitish green. The sky is blue with white paint splotches and swirls as clouds.

Three mustard yellow circles are lined up in the middle of the poster with white outlines. Inside each is text about the event. Under the left circle is the Sistas Uprising Fund logo

At the very bottom is a white bar with the Brain Arts Org logo & Dancing Queerly Boston logos. It also states info about accessibility at the event

The graphic says at the top:
Sista Creatives Rising Presents: Art & Mind I Know Who I Am! Journeys of Women of Color & Femme-Expressing Creatives. Virtual Fundraiser & Film Event.

The Art & Mind logo is hand drawn white text with a black outline. It’s slightly curved. Green vines are intertwined into the logo, with two large sunflowers at either side of the logo.

Left circle: Sista Creatives Rising
A Black Owned Project Fundraising For Our Sistas Uprising Fund. 100% of proceeds become grants for BIPOC artists.

Middle Circle: A Virtual Disability Centered Documentary Event. Showcasing 5 Creatives Utilizing The Healing Power of Art & A Disabled Black Woman’s Journey Through The Pandemic & Cancer.

Right Circle: Featuring Black Speakers - Covid Conscious Therapist Amanda McGuire, MC and QTBIPOC Therapist Journee LaFond, Disability Activist & Poet Jacquese Armstrong

Bottom left corner says: Thursday October 5th 6:30 - 8:30 PM EST. Donations Optional. Get free tickets and/or donate:

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“Art & Mind,” is a virtual Zoom disability-accessible film event series supporting creative marginalized women and marginalized genders to share their journeys. This event uses short films, documentaries, entrepreneur features, and speaking engagements from professionals such as therapists and activists to raise awareness about social issues these creatives face.

Tickets are free but they accept donations towards the fund they are developing to give artist grants to low-income BIWOC artists. They have a $1000 fundraising goal and so far have reached $711.

I’ve known the mother and daughter pair, Amaranthia and Claire, who are organizing this show, for several years through the art and writing world. They put a lot of heart and thought and research into this, and I encourage you to come see it!

Also, our October issue will have the theme of Electronica: Sound Medicine, edited by Kahlil Crawford, and will encompass themes of electronic music, music in general, the intersection of music and writing and other forms of art, and writing/music/art/technology. Submissions related to the above themes that touch on Indigenous People’s Day in mid-October are also welcomed. Please submit to with “Electronica” in the title.

Red and black graphic with the words Sound Medicine in white and all caps surrounding a yellow and black vinyl record.

Third, our contributor Mantri Pragada Markandeleyu seeks a songwriter with whom to collaborate to set his Bollywood-style lyrics to music! Here is his information if you are interested.

Finally, we at Synchronized Chaos Magazine acknowledge that as well as artists and writers and creatives, we are members of the broader human community. And right now the community is affected by the earthquake in Morocco and the flooding in Libya. We express our sorrow at the loss of life and property and encourage people to contribute if they can towards the relief and recovery efforts. Information on how to do that here.

This issue’s theme is This Mortal Coil. A reference from Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, where the titular character considers whether to continue his life, the phrase has come to signify the struggles and complexities of life.

In this issue, our contributors illustrate and grapple with various physical and psychological aspects of existence, or nonexistence.

Hexagonal tunnel descending down to a black hole. Wallpaper lined with squares. Abstract images.
Image c/o Piotr Siedlecki

Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa shares a basic universal statement: how we all face death and need love. Maja Milojkovic’s pieces call us to remember who we really are, at a personal and universal level.

Mark Young ponders physical aging and mortality in a piece inspired by a lizard, which he wrote as a teen and reflected on in his older age. Grzegorz Wroblewski reminds us to enjoy life while we can, as it’s impermanent.

Shamsiya Khudoynazarova Turumovna encourages faith and trust over the ups and downs of life. Mirta Liliana Ramirez asserts her existence and place in this world while acknowledging her Creator for animating her spirit.

Jim Meirose’s surreal story conveys the unease of losing control over one’s body and mind during surgery. Filip Zubatov relates a common struggle, failing in one’s best-laid plans to wake up early. Ari Nystrom Rice narrates an experience of insomnia.

Skye Preston’s poignant piece on a flightless bird speaks to how disabilities can cut to the heart of our identity and self-perception. Kendall Snipper presents a person’s spiritual death due to their self-doubt.

Closeup of an ostrich head with a large open eye. Whiskers and feathers and a hazy natural background.
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Cody Tse’s speaker compares himself to a floor covered by a decorative rug: useful rather than ornamental, but often overlooked. Mary Acosta speaks to the pain of being forgotten and unheard.

Celeste Alisse writes of the struggle to be heard and seen, the lengths we go to in performing and sharing our pain in order to be noticed. Zofia Mosur expresses her rage at being trapped in a world not of her choosing and blamed for problems not of her creation, as well as the common artist’s angst at not meeting her own standards.

Daniel Aondona relates his physical, embodied grief at living in a war-torn country. Zahro Shamsiyya looks outward at the multitude of sorrows concealed by night within her city of Tashkent, and the whole world.

Taylor Dibbert describes confused, alienated travelers just returning to the airport after long periods of isolation, playing the role of clueless Americans. Sayani Mukherjee’s poem shares her love for Paris, spring, and the color pink.

Brian Barbeito sketches his observations of Vegas, focusing in on various individuals at a physical and spiritual level. In his photography, he evokes the spirit of places with basic natural elements, clouds and water and light.

Orange and white sunset and blue sky and a few wispy gray clouds over a watery swamp with cattails. Florida Everglades.
Image c/o Jean Beaufort

Mahbub Alam writes of growth from the refreshing natural nourishment of rain. Vandana Kumar recollects the endless rain of last winter in her lament. J.D. Nelson notices the imminent passage of summer into fall.

Don Bormon illustrates the glory and majesty of trees. Channie Greenberg splashes the screen with her colorful flowers.

Isabel Gomez de Diego contributes somewhat domestic scenes of cows, pans, and fish. Daniel De Culla’s photographs, which include taxidermied boar’s heads, juxtapose reminders of wildness with indoor calm and prettiness.

Marley Manalo observes nature closely, wanting to be seen at the same level of detail rather than just enjoyed as a pretty object.

Alma Ryan’s poem speaks to the simple joys of surfing and togetherness. Kristy Raines evokes a deep and emotional love connection while Graciela Noemi Villaverde expresses the hope of reunion with a loved one after long absence in pieces laden with nature imagery. Anindya Paul’s love for nature and for other people meld into one and the same feeling, while Gustavo Galliano exalts the mystical and physical communion of lovers amid the clouds and the deep night. Annie Johnson also describes long term communion with a partner and with nature. Mesfakus Salahin encourages a lover to return so they can together bring light to the world.

Two figures in a boat with oars off in a lake at sunrise or twilight. Land off in the distance, everything is blue or shadowy black.
Image c/o Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Fay Loomis’ Bali travelogue shares how she started to let go of rigid expectations (her own and others) and embraced a softer, more dreamlike and natural schedule.

Hongri Yuan, in poetry translated by Yuanbing Zhang, also escapes the rigid counting of minutes and seconds to find spiritual transcendence in the past and the future.

Patrick Sweeney’s little vignettes also slip the bounds of rationality, merging the familiar with the outlandish or cataclysmic.

Jerry Durick conveys the surreal experience of reading, of imagining oneself as someone else, shifting one’s sense of time and place. Gabriel Flores Benard illuminates the flickering and transitory life of a fictional character, existing only in our imperfect memories. Monira Mahbub wishes for a variety of natural and fanciful things in her short but evocative poem.

Peter Cherches’ stories probe the familiarity and mystery of neighbors. How well do we know the people we think we know, whom we see every day?

Surreal nighttime watercolor-ish image of a city, white, red, and blue from streetlights and shadows. Buildings are several stories tall and close together, six people walk off into the distance.
Image c/o Ken E.

Grant Guy’s nearly nihilistic black-and-white humorous pieces point out the potential absurdities in artistic expression, in contrast to the often explicitly meaningful and message-centric art outlined in Alec Dunn and Josh MacPhee’s Journal of International Political Graphics, reviewed here by A. Iwasa.

Mykyta Ryzhykh’s modernist, absurdist lowercase poetry reminds us there is life in the midst of death, ugliness in the midst of beauty.

Robert Ronnow’s poetic speakers peruse their complex natural and human landscapes, classifying and observing, speculating on their place in the world and how they should live.

Muhammad Ehsan Khan suggests in his essay that compassion and wise and considerate actions begin with empathy.

Nurujjaman writes of the development of character, will, and perseverance. Iftikhar Zaman Ononno talks about what it takes to be a good citizen. Tanvir Islam describes a deep connection with a true friend.

Silhouettes of six people of varying heights walking off towards a sunrise or sunset on a sandy beach. Sun is slightly shielded by a middle person.
Image c/o Omar Sahel

Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu shares wisdom on developing character and inner peace. His story “Vishal and the Evil King,” reminds those in power that duty to those they govern is more important than their own fleeting sensual pleasures.

Pascal Lockwood-Villa’s poetry illustrates how one’s childhood experiences cast a long shadow over who we are. For this reason, several authors highlight the consideration we should show for children and young people.

Tasirul Islam looks into how to be a good teacher. Mustafayeva Feride urges teachers to show care and dedication for students. Abdullah Al-Mahin reminds us not to underestimate the contributions young people make to our world.

Abdullah Al Mamun offers love and thanks to his mother. Mr. Ben’s book The Darn Things Kids Say includes children’s candid thoughts about their parents. Rasheed Olayemi puts out a call to help struggling widows, especially those with young children.

Sabrid Jahan Mahin illustrates the personal and intellectual growth that can come through reading.

Two light skinned people using laptops at desks not facing each other. Both have lightbulbs for heads and electricity is passing between them. Brick wall in the background.
Image c/o Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Andrea Carr encourages young adults, and all people, to follow one’s dreams and carefully select those who will advise us. Asadova Sabina highlights the importance of setting goals in life.

Ali Haider’s story demonstrates how laziness and revenge can have evil consequences. Stephen Bruce wryly points out how we escape responsibility by blaming our choices and circumstances on others and bad luck.

Guzal Botirova reminds us that the highest profession and calling is being a good and considerate human.

Akhlima Ankhi’s poem is a lament over global climate change and human degradation of the natural world. Nahyean Bin Khalid’s time travel story illustrates the risk of technological advancement without parallel advancement in our humanity and conscience, including our treatment of the environment. At the same time, Adhamova Laylo Akmaljon qizi reminds us that technology, when properly used, can be interesting, with her description of how a television set works.

Mahmudul Hasan Fahim’s horror story poses the existential threat of zombies, and probes what dies inside of you when you become the kind of person who can easily kill them.

Green fingers of a monster with red nails grab a woman's face from behind. She's got lighter skin, brown hair, wide open eyes and a sad face.
Image c/o Lea Leani

J.J. Campbell writes of his isolation, his inspirations, and how memory can be a curse. Jerry Langdon’s poetic pieces reflect his speakers’ desire to escape their lives and free themselves from memories of past violent trauma.

Sukhrob Saidov also deals with historical memory, reviewing the documentary “Before Stonewall” and its articulation of LGBT history and journey towards equality.

Diyora Umarkulova explores the history of the English language and its borrowing from other languages. Nadira Oktamavna and Umrbek Ibragimov trace the development of Uzbek historiography.

Z.I. Mahmud traces Jane Eyre’s character development in the eponymous novel, which, unusually for its time, highlighted the journey of a regular person as having literary merit and being memorialized.

Elmaya Jabbarova’s piece comes from a one-time lover urging a former partner to remember the good times they shared. Ahmad Al-Khatat’s romantic poems also commingle love and memory, mixing loss and grief, reconnection and longing.

Duane Vorhees speaks to romance, wisdom, aging, learning, and spirituality.

Tolipova Zebuniso Ulug’bekovna concludes the issue with a simple poem with her wishes on how she would like to be remembered. We hope that this issue provokes and inspires thoughts of a similar nature for all of our readers.

Poetry from Akhlima Ankhi

Young Central Asian woman with a peach headscarf with decorative jewels and a pink top standing outside in front of trees.
Akhlina Ankhi

Encumbrance of Beings
Being hot the Earth is melting like a Candle;
Again being ice somewhere!
Nature is restless by unwise deeds
So, humans how will you be tranquil ! 

Man, Be careful.
Today, your show-off civilization is disconsolate.
Europe is almost naked by heat wave.
Often  and often America stays in cold ICU.
In Asia flood fest is going on
Reasonless diving and swimming here and there.
Embracing drought and hunger Africa is on palpitation.
Amazon or Australia is on wild fire. 
Please, tell me.
Whose fault?

What do you feel?
Laments of the rotten heart of Earth
Throbbing like a raped girl.
Carrying the punishment of this sin in your mind and brain;
Pulmo with hundred prick marks 
Sobbing with intense fever–
Because of humans fault.
Yeah, only because of the sin of humans fault.

Being a child of this world how do I forget the sins of Agnate. 
Taking all of responsibilities on my shoulder, to live and to save from the curse of innocent Earth.
Singing hymn for the healthy World.   

Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox'sbazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published poetry named "Guptokothar Shobdochabi" written in Bangla.She is a post graduate in English Literature. As a profession she is a Lecturer in English.           

Essay from Diyora Umarkulova

The status of English as a Germanic language and the large influence of Romance language on English 

English has a place to the Anglo-Frisian subgroup of the West Germanic department of the Germanic languages, through which it is portion of the Indo-European dialect family. Like other Germanic dialects, English is characterized by the utilize of modular verbs, which isolated verbs into solid and powerless subgroups, and by the halt consonant move known as Grimm’s law.  The English dialect emerged from the Germanic tongues of the North Ocean, which started to be broadly utilized with the resettlement of Germanic pilgrims to the British Isles from the domains of the advanced Netherlands, northwestern Germany and Denmark. The similitude of German and English is clarified by the common beginning of these dialects from the lingos of the antiquated Germanic tribes.

Borrowings from other dialects came to English in different authentic periods. To date, the overall number of non-borrowed words within the English dialect is almost 20-30%. Most of the borrowings are words of Sentiment beginning, which is due to authentic reasons. Even before the settlement of Germanic tribes, Points, Saxons and Jutes within the British Isles, there were exchange relations between these tribes and the Romans, which cleared out a few follows within the dialects of these tribes. The borrowings of this period, which is commonly called the primary period of Latin borrowings, reflect the nature of social, financial and military relations between Roman and Germanic tribes. Modern words ordinarily express unused concepts that emerged in association with the presentation to the higher culture of the Roman individuals of this period. Such borrowings incorporate the taking after words: harbour (Lat. portus), cycene (kitcen) from Lat. coquina, flute player (pepper) from Lat. Flute player and others.

Poetry from Hongri Yuan, translated by Yuanbing Zhang

Hongri Yuan

Three Poems

By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan

Translated by Yuanbing Zhang


Heaven's Song


In heaven where there has no night.

ln heaven where there has no the sun or the moon.

In heaven where everyone is the stars.

In heaven where the time is the light of the soul.

In heaven where the space is the smile of the soul.

In heaven where I have another name–

I am one of the gods, have no idea

about the sorrows and joys of the word.










在天堂 我是另一个名字

是诸神之中的一个 不知人间的悲喜



Never-withering Flowers from Paradise


I pick the gem flowers from the heavens,

and write a music of memory for you.

Let you suddenly wake up and see the long-lost hometown again

let you ride the melody of light

to fly into the ninety-nine skies.

Where the palaces and towers are yours,

where the gardens are as huge as the universe

and the time will never elapse,

blooming like the never-withering flowers from paradise.








让你恍然醒来 再次见到久违的故园



那儿的宫殿楼台 皆是你的所有

那儿的花园巨大 仿佛整个宇宙





Strings of The Light of Dawn


When I plucked strings of the light of dawn

A golden lightning burned a huge city

The undulating hills in distance twinkled the ruby smile

Vaguely there came acoustic resonance of the bell

from the centervault of heaven

Who have seen that the palace was towering outside the sky

The gods smiled with stately grace and raised their glass

Female celestials shed datura flowers flying all over the sky.

And a large ship approached from another galaxy

They came from a huge platinum city

Their ships were much faster than the speed of light

Ever visited the earth billions of years ago

They brought new technology

To make the steel have a wonderful spiritualism

Their eyes can perceive the heaven and the world

Heart is as bright as the sun

And body is as transparent as diamond

























Hongri Yuan (b. 1962) is a Chinese mystic poet and philosopher. His poetry has been widely published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria. He has authored a number books including Platinum City, The City of Gold, Golden Paradise, Gold Sun and Golden Giant.


About the Translator

Yuanbing Zhang (b. 1974), who is a Chinese poet and translator, works in a Middle School, Yanzhou District , Jining City, Shandong Province, China. He can be contacted through his email-

Phone:+86 15263747339

Address:No.18 middle school Yanzhou District ,Jining City, Shandong Province, China

Yuanbing Zhang

Poetry from Andrea N. Carr


Food has become my best friend,
and the only thing I can think of to tell younger people
is not to listen to anyone except someone who has done
what you are trying to accomplish. 

Believe there is always a way, even if you don't
know how exactly. 

Uncertainty is your friend through excitement. Do what makes you happy because before you know it, your life
is almost over. 

A hundred years is too long to live because
of your brain's age; it stays younger than the body 
permanently and they never equal each other. 

But 50 isn't enough time to live. You are still young in comparison
to your last half of life. I would do the first part of life over backward
to avoid reaching 85. Now that I am in the last half, the time moves
faster and faster the older one gets. 

Imagine that. No one can explain it to you until it's too late. 

Andrea N. Carr is an accomplished writer and storyteller from Southern California. More about her work here.

Poetry from Zahro Shamsiyya

Central Asian woman with a purple headscarf, brown eyes, and a white top and black jacket
Zuhro Shamsiyya


Grasshoppers chirp with a loud voice 
As if Tashkent is being boiled in bowl. 
There, far away, with seductive look 
Some prostitutes are smoking cigarette. 
Cars are flooding in the magistral 
They pause a little without any aim. 
From Nexia up to Nissan you may see 
Smoke of cigarette is swallowed by fate. 
Returning from work, hurrying to home 
People are on the road whose shoulders in pain. 
They think about sorrows and life problems 
However, all their thinking is in vain. 
Somewhere an infant is crying nonstop 
Maybe he was also abandoned by someone. 
Maybe his mother now holding a cup of wine 
Sharing her kisses to another man. 
Someone is crying and praying for God 
Hoping that Almighty will hear his words. 
Maybe it is the very day written by his fate 
In which all his sins will be forgiven. 
Something broke down accidentally 
The life of complaint came to its end. 
Night, why your embrace is full of sadness? 
I thank God that I have reached the dawn.

Sharipova Zuhro Sunnatovna (Zahro Shamsiyya) She was born on April 9, 1969 in the Nurata district of the Navoi region. Her first poem was published in 1985 in the Gulhan magazine. Uzbek publishing houses published works in the journal "Sharq Yulduzi", in the literature and art of Uzbekistan - "Ma'rifat", in various regional and district newspapers. World almanacs in Canada, -2017 in Dubai WBA 2018 "Turkish poets of the world" (Buta 3) 2019, "Muhammad Yusuf izdoshlari" 2017 almanac. She published her book "Ismsiz tuigular."

Story from Mahmudul Hasan Fahim

South Asian boy with brown hair and a white collared school uniform shirt.
                                 THE THREAT OF SCIENCE


IT might be 20 February, 2030. The situation is very warming and dangerous here in Bangladesh because suddenly the government of this country made some weird rules like, every citizen under the age of 15 to 50 has to do a 6 month army training. We don’t know why it happens but we can realize something will happen wrong.

A boy named Rajib is also like other student and he is in class nine. His father is a business man and mother is a housewife and he has 2 younger brothers named Rakib and Rony.
By the way Rajib and his friend Taronno, Mossabirul, Asik, Soikot sand Sabkat already completed their army training and they are the first batch from Chapai Nawabganj.

So like every morning, it was normal. Rajib's father went to a business trip and in the morning his mother went to his grand parents' house with his brothers. So Rajib was alone. Like a normal day Rajib went to his coaching and met his friends. The coaching was at 10’0 clock but they all placed to coaching at 9:30. But suddenly they
 felt the roads and the city became quiet but they avoid it and started gossiping. 

After a few times that was 10:15 but their teacher did not come. Suddenly they could hear some sound of firing bullets but that was normal in that day. They thought that the army training was started in the Government College. But after sometimes They heard some
screaming and that time we took it serious. They send Taronno to check this out. After a moment Taronno ran to our room and lock the door. Our class room is on the  2nd floor.

He was scared and taking breath very quickly. After some time -

ASIK: What happen Taronno?
Mossabirul: why are you so scared?
Taronno: Zombie! Zombie!
Sojol: What is Zombie? Is it the name of your girl friend, ha ha!!
Rajib: Stop Sojol! What is Zombie Taronno?
Taronno: Zombie is a name of a human maid hybrid virus. It can control human brain and make them a animal and a dead man. It can be spread and infected by biting and scrating a normal person.
Sojol: Are you drunk? This is real life, ok?
Taronno? Ok.. so you can check.

At this moment someone was knocking at our door but that time they were careful and trying to see through a crack on the door. They saw two people are wearing army
 dresses and they had weapons but they were not looking alive.

Taronno: Zombie! they are Zombie. Do you have any doubt?
Rajib: But what will we do now?  We are trapped!!!
Suddenly the Taronno and Sojol started quarrelling between them and because of a push to Sojol, Sojol hit to the door and the door opened!

Rajib: Stay careful!!
The Zombies are trying to bite. But suddenly Asik and Rajib broke two legs of a bench and hit to the 2 Zombies and boom! Zombies were falling to the floor. After searching two Zombies body they got 2 AK-47 and 2 GLOCK-16 and 2 pocket knife.

There are 30 boys and trained boys are around 6 to 10 and we have weapons 6 that was difficult to survive.
They were here for around 4 hours and after 4 hours they decided to escape to new place because they all were feeling thirsty and hungry. They have around 4 round of AK- 47 and 6 round of GLOCK-16 ammo. First Rajib and Asik goes with AK-47 then 20 boys
and Mosabirul and Taronno with GLOCK-16.

The first 5 minutes are normal but after five minutes 10 Zombies attacked on them and the army was imbalanced but Asik and Rajib killed all the Zombie because they were well trained. But the worst part, the 10 Zombies are their teachers of their coaching center.

Some boys were crying for their parents. Suddenly Rajib got a plan and take off all the phones from Zombie bodies. After sometimes they heard something from a room beside the office. Mossabir and Rajib knocked at the door but nothing happened. At that time Asik broke the door to kill the door but they saw their girls batch mate in this room. They are about 20.

So they blocked all the doors and killed all the Zombies that were in the coaching. But the main thing is that how to survive in this situation and who will be the leader of this team because it is impossible to survive without any leader. After doing vote they decided to make Rajib the team leader.

On the other side, the 50 people were hungry and they did not have any food. So they searched and planned that they could get food from the nearest stall but the stall was closed and they have to fight with a army of Zombie. After the fight they had only 2 round and 5 round of bullets and 2 pocket knife. First day they slept without food in the class room. But another day Rajib cleaned the garden and made a team of warriors - means they will fight and kill against Zombies. In this army they are 20 groups of 30 boys and
there are 5 girls. Asik and Taronno gave them basic training but they didn’t have weapons so they couldn’t fight. Now all are hungry and it's time to combat.

First Taronno can understand that Zombies are blind and they can chase by sound and it was their master stirike. They make a team of 6 members. Rajib, Asik, Sabkat, Soikot, Mossabirul and Sojol. The plan was that Soikot and Mosabirul will give them defend
with ak and a glock 16. And  Rajib, Sojol and Sabkat will go to the store and they will spread gallium to the lock and lock will be disappeared. Everything was like the plan.

They took ice-cream, chocolate, protein bar, chips, Gas liter, peanut, butter etc. products. But when they are on the way to go Sojol made a sound by fart. In this moment some guys are laughing and suddenly the Zombies are activated and running to attack us. We ran with the product and Soikot and Mosabirul were firing bullets to Zombies but unfortunately a bullet hit to Sabkat’s neck and he fell down but Rajib shot to Zombies and took Sabkat on his shoulder and ran away. "Please, Rajib, throw me if you don’t we both will die", Sabkat said.

But Rajib ran through and succeeded to go to the coaching and they locked the main steel gate of the coaching garden. Now everyone can eat foods but Sabkat was injured and Rajib said to
the girls team Rajib; Who knows to treat Sabkat?

A girl named Boishaly said, "I know" and she was appointed to treat.
But the fun fact is that Rajib had already crush on Boishaly so commonly he went to Sabkat to see Boishaly and talked to her--

Sabkat: What happens my brother you visit me very often.
Rajin: Nothing bro I am just worrying about you.
Sabkat: I know everything, you naughty boyyyy.
Rajib: No nothing (giggles)

On the other hand they decided to shift to the Harimohan School and that was about 100 meters far from their coaching but that was so hard to do.
 After 2 days the food and recourses are about to finish and they have limited ammo so they have to change this place because in the Harimohan there are so many rooms and a big field for farming and some fruit trees.

But at the road they can see a police car if they can steal the car they can go to Harimohan at one ride and they can have some ammo and weapons. Asik, Mossabirul, Soikot went to the car and successfully stole the car. In this car they got 3 rifles, 2 ak 47 and 4 revolvers. They got total 30 rounds of ammo. Now it's time to play with danger.
The driver was Asik and Rajib, Mosabirul, Soikot were defenders and for first batch they took 15 girls and 15 boys in a police van. They started the journey. They killed some Zombies but nothing happen bad but on the other ride a Zombie entered in the van and bite one of
his friend Antor. So when they were in school they locked the door and parked the van.

First 6 warrior members entered and cleaned the school, they also had some bikes on the school stand. Everything was good and Sabkat was cured but Boishaly would often meet Rajib and they felt some attraction to each other. "But it is not the right time", Rajib said.

After 2 days Antor was ill and they had gone to the nearest police station to search a radio mobile and some weapons. So they made a team of 12 members and Boishaly was also there because of medical needs. They don’t want to take Antor but they have to.

They went to the police station and took all recourses from here but suddenly Rajib noticed that Antor was behaving like a Zombie but it was too late Antor attacked Boishaly and bite her. Rajib killed Antor with a heavy hurt and he saw Boishaly was also infected. He cried there and told Boishaly to go and sit in the van. But Boishaly said, "No Rajib, I have to sacrifice" and ran to a weapon a suicide with one bullet shot on her head and she died. Rajib didn’t want to come from here but Asik pulled him back. He went to school base and gave the radio mobile to Soikot and told him to try to connect.

There was going good - a batch was farming , a batch was cooking and so more works. But Rajib is not happy. After 1 month Soikot was successful to connect to the nearby army base and they said they will send a helicopter to save them. Now everyone can talk to their
parents. Rajib's  father is alive in the USA but his brother and mother is died by the virus.

Rajib is no more Rajib. Now he is predator and heartless person. One of his friends went outside the gate for fun but a Zombie bite him and he came to base. Rajib saw that and put a gun on his head and boom he killed him. He doesn’t have any sympathy for anyone.

Finally the helicopter came and threw a rope. Asik and Rajib were helping others to climb the rope but because of the sound of helicopter the Zombies were activated and attacked one of them. Rajib climbed up but when Asik was trying to climb up some Zombies
attacked on him and caught him. The Zombies were pulling Asik but Asik did not want to leave the rope from his hand. Because of pulling the helicopter, he became unstable. So Rajib took gas pistol and took aim on the head of Asik. Asik said no bro but Rajib shot him and he died but Rajib was normal, he had no feelings and they could go to the army base.

After six months everything became normal but so many people were died for that. Rajib could know that the virus is made by three scientists and they are in the USA.

After few months Asik went to USA for higher education.
But after 2 months the scientists are killed by someone. But the question is who killed them?
But now Rajib has no more feelings for anyone. 

Fahim is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.