Relentless deranged zombieAfter you fled San Francisco you stayed clear of any zombie groups who had more than three members. You found the nice city you are in and this nice school and that really, really hot guy who's actually not a jerk. You could be happy, like really, happy. You could stay forever in this city, with that guy. You'd just have to get your pray elsewhere, somewhere it wouldn't be retraced to you. You could do that.
So, on this Monday morning you ask yourself what are the odds that something might go wrong. It has been a year since you left the GAG behind, the memory buried deep in your mind, tucked away so it will never resurface. You look in the mirror and smile to yourself. Today, you'll spend an hour and something talking to delicious runner Jesse. You put on jeans and an indigo shirt, which brings out your green eyes. You head toward your school and once there, grab your books and go to class, a smile still on your lips.
The teacher isn't here. You make your way to
The Good Samaritan ZombiesThe funny thing is that you know what you're talking about when the Good Samaritan Zombie subject pops up between you zombies, when you actually find another zombie.
On May 2nd, last year, you were in San Francisco. The city amazed you and you were in awe with everything. The blue sky in contrast with the gleaming and sparkling buildings, the silvery blue bay, the Golden Gate Bridge stretching like a finger, spanning Golden Gate and far away, the ghostly shape of Alcatraz, reminding everyone where once where held dangerous criminals. Its site is now visited by tourists every year. You went to visit when you arrived in the city. It was weird and creepy, seeing those little cells where the criminals were held. You only had to do three or four steps and you were already on the other side of the cell.
At that time you tried to find other zombies and you succeeded. Only, the thing you didn't know was that you've found the GS Zombies (Good Samaritan). They brought you
Zombies do have feelings3. Zombies have feelings
You lick your lips after you've finished eating the brain. There's not much left of Mark and you're full. There's nothing to do really so you go to the mall, keeping point number two of a serial killer's guide in head: Blend in. There are always yummy people at the mall, not that you're going to eat any of them. You're not hungry at all anymore and you ate twice this week when you only need one good meal. You go over to your car and get out the duffle bag in the back. You open it and take out new clothes. Yours are all bloody and stained with some jelly-like stuff. You change quickly and put your dirty clothes in a plastic bag. You'll have to burn them later.
You arrive at the mall thirty minutes later and take a seat at the Starbucks. You're going to order something and pretend to drink it, only pretend because human food disgusts you now. You can still eat it but it always makes you throw up later.
The damned soul of the undead.When you wake up the next morning, you feel a bit disoriented but then you recognize your new room and ease back on the bed. You feel mostly full and refreshed and strong because of the feeding yesterday. The bird-like girl tasted good, like chicken. You didn't expect her to make you full. You used to love chicken before. She wasn't that hard to incapacitate. After you took a bite from her neck, the blood started pouring out of her and in two minutes she was almost drained. You watched her staggering and whimpering, clutching at her wound to try and stop the massive blood flow, trying to put as much distance between her and you, to save her life. It was no use, she was draining fast: The gash was pretty big.
Here's the thing, you know how to stay undetected. You made this list which helps you stay clear of the police or Law. The prudent serial killer's guide to avoid the cold hand of the Law:
Move around! Don't stay in the same village, town or city
ZombiesYou wanted to eat people since you could remember. You know that there must have been a time when you ate like everybody else, vegetables and fruits and meat. Meat, meat is still good. It comes close to what human flesh tastes like, though you prefer people to dead processed animals. People don't help themselves, really, with their smell and how easy they are to kill, and especially how dumb. Plus, the prion(virus) that infected you made some enhancements to your body: You are more attractive and the humans like that, as if you're innocent and can't harm them because you are beautiful. They want to know you, want to be near you. Makes it easy though, so you thank whatever there is for their dumbness.
"Grayson! Are you listening to me?" You turn around and look down to your newest pray. She's small and delicate looking, even though her voice is shrill and it's as if she's constantly whining, and makes you think of an annoying bird chirruping early in the morning. You j