Title: "Frightening Transformation: A Zombie Pandemic Wedding Tale"
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Michael, who had just celebrated his seventh birthday with a small Zoom party surrounded by screens of friends' faces and balloons, was adventuring out from his home under the increasingly unpredictable zombie pandemic control measures. Born in 2013, Michael was a vibrant child standing at 4 feet tall and weighing 50 pounds. His messy, sandy-blonde hair fell just above his striking blue eyes, making him look even more curious and lively. Michael was clad in his favorite Batman T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and light-up sneakers that blinked with every step he took.
His mom, Emily, at 29 years old, stood tall at 5'6" with an athletic build weighing 130 pounds. Born on March 3, 1991, her long auburn hair was tied back in a practical ponytail that highlighted her green eyes. She was wearing a casual blue top, a pair of jeans, and comfortable running shoes—ready for any sudden bursts of speed needed during these chaotic times.
The grocery store was bustling with masked and cautious customers, the atmosphere tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety. Ready to leave with their cart half full, Emily grabbed a few final emergency items when a deafening crash resounded at the entrance of the store. Panic erupted as zombies began to shamble inside, causing everyone to scatter in every direction.
"Michael!" Emily shouted, her voice sharp with urgency. "Stay close behind me!"
Michael's heart pounded as he clung to his mother’s coattail, weaving through the aisles. They turned a corner too sharply, and Michael’s light-up shoes blinked erratically with each hurried step. As they dashed past the produce section, a sudden obstacle stopped them in their tracks.
A woman in a white wedding dress had wandered into their path, her appearance more suitable for a church aisle than this zombie-infested market. She stood about 5'3" and her build was delicate, likely weighing around 110 pounds. Her veil fluttered as she adjusted it nervously, revealing her pale face with wide blue eyes framed by intricately styled blonde curls pinned meticulously beneath her veil. A pair of lace gloves clung to her hands, and her nails were polished to a soft pink. She wore a shimmering white gown with layered skirts, sparkling with tiny sequins, and her shoes beneath were dainty white pumps adorned with tiny bows. Despite the chaos around her, the wedding ring on her finger caught the fluorescent light, and she looked lost, almost in disbelief at her surroundings.
“Help me!” she pleaded, her voice trembling as she blocked their path to safety.
Emily tried to maneuver around, but the frightened bride clutched Michael’s arm desperately. The world spun around him, and he felt dizzy, as though reality itself was twisting. Michael blinked hard, and when he opened his eyes, something was very wrong. He looked down to see the expansive skirts of a wedding dress encasing him.
His small hands, now delicate and showing traces of pink nail polish, moved nervously to the billowing, alien fabric. Michael’s perspective had shifted, and he could feel he had grown taller, his innocent mind struggling to comprehend what had happened. Gagging slightly at the sight of the polished nails, he tried to take a step forward. The infernal dress flared around him, causing him to trip. He tumbled to the ground, the skirt riding up to reveal his female legs and feet ensconced in the dainty wedding shoes.
Terror took hold of him as he heard the ominous moaning of zombies drawing nearer. Shutting his eyes tight, he called out, voice wavering and disturbingly high-pitched.
“Mommy! Th’ zomthies are getting clothes! Pleathe, mommy!”
The sound of his own panicked, feminine voice only heightened his fear. However, before he could unravel further, a swift pull on his arm yanked him upwards. His mother’s familiar, resolute face came into view, though wide with shock at his transformed appearance.
"Michael! Come on!" Emily dragged him forward, ignoring the unexplainable and making a beeline for the nearest exit. The relentless fear of the zombies overrode every other mystery, their survival the only priority as the frightened remains of the wedding day buzzed around them, one inexplicable tear in a world already frayed at the seams.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: A story about 7 year old Michael in the year 2020 with his mom shopping at a grocery store in the middle of a zombie pandemic that fluctuates between under control and not under control. Include a description of Michael's birthday, birth year, height, weight, hair color and style and eye color and race being white and what he's wearing. Include his young mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday, birth year, hair color and style and eye color and what she's wearing. Have an outbreak of zombies start flooding into the grocery store causing everyone to run. Have Michael's mom start running yelling for her son to follow closely behind her. Have Michael keep running when a woman in a wedding dress and wedding shoes and an entire wedding getup walked into the way. Include in great detail the wedding dress's color being white and the shoes in detail and other accessories to the dress and other accessories in general and the color of the woman's nail polish. Include the woman's name, age, birthday, birth year being older than his mom, height being shorter than his mom, weight, hair color and style for the wedding, eye color and race being white. Have her also be wearing a veil and gloves and the wedding ring as she moved the veil out of her eyes worriedly gripped Michael's arm causing him to get dizzy. Have him suddenly open his eyes feeling taller as he looked down to see he was now wearing a wedding dress. Have his innocent mind assume he's just wearing the wedding dress confused as he went to pull on it only to see his female hands with painted nails gagging at the sight of the nail polish. Have him step forward tumbling on the ground as the dress came up revealing his female feet in the wedding shoes. Have him hear the zombies approaching causing him great distress as he squeezed his eyes shut and yelled for mommy and have it be in quoted text sounding very feminine as he pronounced words like zombies and close and other words with S in them feminine and spell the way he said them in the quoted text.
Response: Michael, who had just celebrated his seventh birthday with a small Zoom party surrounded by screens of friends' faces and balloons, was adventuring out from his home under the increasingly unpredictable zombie pandemic control measures. Born in 2013, Michael was a vibrant child standing at 4 feet tall and weighing 50 pounds. His messy, sandy-blonde hair fell just above his striking blue eyes, making him look even more curious and lively. Michael was clad in his favorite Batman T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and light-up sneakers that blinked with every step he took. His mom, Emily, at 29 years old, stood tall at 5'6" with an athletic build weighing 130 pounds. Born on March 3, 1991, her long auburn hair was tied back in a practical ponytail that highlighted her green eyes. She was wearing a casual blue top, a pair of jeans, and comfortable running shoes—ready for any sudden bursts of speed needed during these chaotic times. The grocery store was bustling with masked and cautious customers, the atmosphere tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety. Ready to leave with their cart half full, Emily grabbed a few final emergency items when a deafening crash resounded at the entrance of the store. Panic erupted as zombies began to shamble inside, causing everyone to scatter in every direction. "Michael!" Emily shouted, her voice sharp with urgency. "Stay close behind me!" Michael's heart pounded as he clung to his mother’s coattail, weaving through the aisles. They turned a corner too sharply, and Michael’s light-up shoes blinked erratically with each hurried step. As they dashed past the produce section, a sudden obstacle stopped them in their tracks. A woman in a white wedding dress had wandered into their path, her appearance more suitable for a church aisle than this zombie-infested market. She stood about 5'3" and her build was delicate, likely weighing around 110 pounds. Her veil fluttered as she adjusted it nervously, revealing her pale face with wide blue eyes framed by intricately styled blonde curls pinned meticulously beneath her veil. A pair of lace gloves clung to her hands, and her nails were polished to a soft pink. She wore a shimmering white gown with layered skirts, sparkling with tiny sequins, and her shoes beneath were dainty white pumps adorned with tiny bows. Despite the chaos around her, the wedding ring on her finger caught the fluorescent light, and she looked lost, almost in disbelief at her surroundings. “Help me!” she pleaded, her voice trembling as she blocked their path to safety. Emily tried to maneuver around, but the frightened bride clutched Michael’s arm desperately. The world spun around him, and he felt dizzy, as though reality itself was twisting. Michael blinked hard, and when he opened his eyes, something was very wrong. He looked down to see the expansive skirts of a wedding dress encasing him. His small hands, now delicate and showing traces of pink nail polish, moved nervously to the billowing, alien fabric. Michael’s perspective had shifted, and he could feel he had grown taller, his innocent mind struggling to comprehend what had happened. Gagging slightly at the sight of the polished nails, he tried to take a step forward. The infernal dress flared around him, causing him to trip. He tumbled to the ground, the skirt riding up to reveal his female legs and feet ensconced in the dainty wedding shoes. Terror took hold of him as he heard the ominous moaning of zombies drawing nearer. Shutting his eyes tight, he called out, voice wavering and disturbingly high-pitched. “Mommy! Th’ zomthies are getting clothes! Pleathe, mommy!” The sound of his own panicked, feminine voice only heightened his fear. However, before he could unravel further, a swift pull on his arm yanked him upwards. His mother’s familiar, resolute face came into view, though wide with shock at his transformed appearance. "Michael! Come on!" Emily dragged him forward, ignoring the unexplainable and making a beeline for the nearest exit. The relentless fear of the zombies overrode every other mystery, their survival the only priority as the frightened remains of the wedding day buzzed around them, one inexplicable tear in a world already frayed at the seams.
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