Zack
When the car flipped over, they all ran. Every single of them who could. None of them even thought to help poor Zack. The boy with a cocky attitude, charismatic appeal, and flawless features. The guy who all invited them to his cabin. The guy who threw parties for them. No one, none of them, stopped to try and save him.
Instead, they watched as the dead began to devour him and tear him apart. Tearing his right arm from his body and sinking their teeth in the left side of his face. Their knife-sharped fangs dug into his cheek skin and ripped it right off as he screamed and pleaded for his friends to save him. But of course, they couldn’t. How could they?
When a creature of green, rotten, skin attacks one of your friends, what do you do? When a creature you’ve never seen before growls like a dog and bites like a vampire into the skin of your dear friend, what do you do? A beast with bent legs that appear horse-like and with teeth larger and thinner than knives. A creature with nails sharp as straight razors and long as daggers shoves its claws into your friend’s back, making your friend scream. What can you do? The creature almost appears human if it wasn’t for the distinct features that made it seem like nothing but a zombie. A zombie from one of those stupid, fucking movies you watched when you were thirteen to prove how fucking cool you were compared to your classmates. Now it’s right in front of you, and you would think your first instinct is to fight it.
But remember, you were in an accident. Zack was driving, and Jackie, the hot girl every guy has his eyes on, screamed, “Look out!” Suddenly, you broke from the mountain highway and you’re deep in the woods. Then you wake up to the sight of your friend being bitten over and over again by green monsters.
You would run. You would run with the others.
But Zack couldn’t, and now Zack’s dead. Zack isn’t breathing; though his eyes are open, he can’t see. Thanks to all the blood, you can barely make out his greasy blonde hair anymore. Slowly and slowly his face turns pale, and soon his skin turns green.
And everyone’s running. Kyle, the only one who thought to grab the gun in the glove department, is shooting the ones following the group. Mariah, the big tough chick, leads everyone away from those creatures. But they don’t know, do they? They’re about to see Zack again.
Though the zombies can’t see, their ears tell them everything. They follow their ears no matter what, and even as they dine on their food, they would leave it if they think the noises they hear are worth it. The sounds of gunshots, they’ve learned, are some of the most promising sounds that can ever go through their eyes. So they leave, and once they do, Zack begins to groan again.
His eyes are sucked into the back of his skull, leaving nothing but black sockets on the outside for the world to see. His teeth are growing into abnormal shapes, and his nails are turning into daggers, which he can use to kill his prey. His stomach is gaining back its appetite.
As he begins to stand, he finds himself in an abnormal position, but he doesn’t know. He’s lost the ability to think. The only thing that will ever go through his mind is food. The only thing he’ll ever think about for the rest of his life is “food,” and food doesn’t come in the shape of small or large animals. It only comes in one way. Humans. They are the perfect killing machines; they don’t eat anything except humans. If they taste animals, they spit them out. They only want humans, and though they will never get their fill, it won’t stop them from trying.
As he begins to walk for the first time as one of the dead, he finds himself getting closer and closer to the sounds of the gunshots. Soon, he’s sprinting at a pace he’s never been able to achieve, and he follows the sounds of screams and gunshots until he gets to his prey.
