Zombie

Waiting for the scent of death to invade my nostrils and to hear the soft snarls of human flesh become one with the sound of bugs. I proceeded to stare down at the mutilated human that was at the tip of my boots. I knew any second now that this dismembered hum will soonly turn into a zombie. Continuing to eyeball it waiting for it to open its pale green soulless eyes and spit some kind of bloody saliva on my boots. I was confused about why it wasn’t happening already.

My eyebrows furrowed as I crouched down towards it. I examined it closely, waiting for the right time to give the poor thing what it deserves, but as seconds ticked by, nothing wasn’t happening. I gave it a little poke to see if it was really for real dead.

’Why isn’t it happening?’ I thought to myself, I would’ve questioned and examined this discovery more, but it cut short due to loud voices being heard from afar.

I let out a soft sigh. I watched the puff smoke of warmth flow from my mouth as if I was smoking a cigarette, but I figured out a trick to make the smoke all fluffy. I stood up and stepped on the dismembered non-zombie turning body, crushing its skull underneath my boot as I stepped on it. I began to travel north from the voices.

I put my hand up to my face. Reminding myself once again that it was tainted black. I bet you’re wondering; Victoria why are your arms turning black?

My most alive human, you’ve asked the right question, why are my hands, well really arms turning black? Well, it’s because you can’t trust people who say, “I have the cure,” then let them inject you with something that looks like fucking heroin.

The blackness of this disease (I can’t say it’s a cure) I had was spreading quickly. It was making its way up to my forearm, only to fade and mix well with my milk chocolate skin.

I gazed at my hand a little bit longer, before just shoving it into my long black hair that was twisted and knotted into long thick strands that looked like ropes.

I trampled through the woods, the crunching of dead leaves and twigs were the only thing I could hear.

Keeping an eye on my surroundings as my breathing became heavy from walking in the cold for a long time. The winds of the cold were attacking me, giving the tips of my fingers a bit of frostbite.

I shoved my hands under my armpits to give my fingertips a bit of warmth, so they wouldn’t become frozen. I was too cold to think about anything else, besides something warm. I shivered as the winds blew harder this time, causing me to exhale.

The cracking of leaves and twigs pulled me away from my warm thoughts and made me stop in my tracks. I snapped my head towards the sound, guessing it being footsteps. It took me seconds for me to retaliate and drop my bag. I slid my gun out of its holder and quickly opposed a position. I was ready to shoot; I was ready to kill.

I eyed the male who finally revealed himself. He was tall and was bundled up in multi-color clothing that kept him warm, he wore goggles that covered his eyes and a scarf that hid his face. I continued to hold my gaze, almost pulling the trigger, but nothing went off. No shots were fired, but I did feel a wave of pain that was coursing through my body. I realized that I was ambushed; tackled down to the ground as if I was like a football player on the field.

I didn’t have enough strength to get back up as I was tackled down to the ground hard. My breathing became heavier, my grip on my gun became weaker. My vision slowly became blurry as it began to fade into darkness.

I awoke from my painful knockout, I looked around at my surroundings, only to realize that I was tied up to a cold, probably withering wooden oak tree. I cursed heavily under my breath, using every curse word in the book, even speaking the curse words in different languages (which I learned). I squirmed and roughed around, feeling the rope rubbing its burns onto my skin. I began to scream and hiss, before just letting my eyes move swiftly around the area, grasping more little bits and pieces of where I was kidnapped.

I noticed that my body stopped fidgeting or just moving completely. It seemed that my body just forced itself to stop, I don’t know how I did it, but I did it. It felt weird (to me, probably not to you), because if I were me in this situation, I would’ve been having some kind of panic attack, and I wasn’t. Weird. I also noticed that these men or women, or just practically anyone weren’t giving me any kind of attention, not even a stare or a glare. Which was odd. If they were “normal”, they would’ve at least shut me up by now. Even bounty hunters. It’s normal for someone who’s going to kidnap me to shut me up, it gives me the advantage to distract them from their journey, soon enough my screaming leads to zombies that roam the area. I think that’s the side effects of this stupid ass cure, well at least it is helpful.

It’s already been six months, and I have been caught by people I don’t know, well it is great timing for me to say exactly this; this my last moment of peace:

Aw shit, here we go again!