Zombeh

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Ironically, there seems to be another zombie fic atm. Go figure. This is rather short....diary-ish form. Based off of a game of Humans Vs Zombies I played.

 

inb4people whining about unrealistic portrayals of zombies. Have you ever been a zombie? I didn't think so.

 

Day 1 (10/09/10)

I wake up. Something is not right. I am not in my bed, but instead, on cold concrete. I know I should be cold, yet I cannot feel it. I sit up slowly. There are terrible gashes all over my body, large chunks have been bitten out of my shoulder, my neck, my arms. I lay in a pool of congealed blood. Even though, in the back of my mind, I know I should be screaming in pain, I can only feel a distant ache where there should be agony.

I stand, confused. That is when it hits me. I double over from the intensity of it. The hunger. Hunger like I have never felt before. So strong its painful. Demanding. Unforgiving. I stumble my way back to my dorm, still crouched over in pain. I make it to my room, and devour everything piece of food I can find. Yet, none of it satisfies me. I crave something....else. I cannot figure out what it is, yet I know I want, no I need it. Unable to think, unable to function, I crawl into my bed and collapse. Sometime during the early hours of day, I must of lost consciousness.

 

Day 2 (10/10/09)

I awaken for the second time. The hunger is still there, it is always there. But the intensity has abated a little. I can now push it to the back of my mind, where it throbs, and demands, but can ultimately be ignored. My room smells of rot. I inspect my wounds, and find maggots crawling among them. Deep inside of me, I know this should repulse me, that the smell of decay should nauseate me. Yet, the maggots illicit nothing more than a sense of curiosity, and the smell...the smell is comforting. This realization disturbs me more than anything else that has happened so far. I leave my dorm, in search for help. That's when I saw them. Others...others like me. All in various states of decay, they shambled along purposefully. I felt drawn to them. They are my brothers. My sisters. My family. They saw me, embraced me as their own. They explained what has happened to me. How I have evolved past that of a mortal, how I am now stronger, faster, better than mere humans. They explained the hunger. Now I know what I must eat to appease this beast inside of me. Human flesh. How I crave it. I joined their horde, they were on the lookout for a group of militant humans (somewhere in the back of my mind, a flash of recognition rang, but it was soon lost), who were placing bombs around campus.

After a few minutes of searching, we had found them. I smelled their intoxicating scent cloying through the air. Yes, these humans would make the hunger go away. We engaged. A bloody skirmish, I was shot twice. I fell, yet I did not die. My brethren had not lied to me. Truly, we were above these mortals now. How could they think to resist us?

We cornered them in the shuttle station. We could not go after them, but they could not leave. Having stopped the bomb threat, most of the horde lost interest, and went in pursuit of easier prey.

I have not fed yet, and the hunger becomes more insistent once again. There are whispers among the horde of another move by the humans soon. Yes soon....soon I shall taste the flesh, and become complete.