As Lucas sat and stared at the rotten, broken corpse at his feet he found it hard to believe that just a few short months ago this thing had been truly alive, he had had hopes and dreams, maybe even a family. Yet now there he lay at Lucas's feet, skin grayed and decomposing, yellow sunken eyes void of any sign of humanity, driven only by its need to devour the flesh of the living.
Though he was no different than the countless other undead Lucas had encountered since the zombiegeddon began, he could still remember "popping his cherry" as some in his group had come to call it. It had been just days after the initial reports (only one or two at first, most were being swept under the rug by the government to limit panic) of the outbreak had begun finding their way into the media, many people did not even believe what theywere being told, they chalked it up to people on "bath salts" or just crazed homeless people. It wasn't until nearly seven days after the reports had begun that he finally came face to face with their new reality.
Lucas was making his way to the car after work, having pulled a 9 hour shift answering phones and dealing with ignorant customers, when he heard a moaning sound coming from next to one of the other employee's cars.
"Hey Sid is that you man? You ok?" Lucas called as he made his way over to where the noise was coming from. Looking back at it with all that was going on he had no idea why he had not just turned and ran the other direction.
As he got closer to the car Lucas saw a smear of red on the rear quarter panel leading around to the left side of the car,
"Wh...Who's there?" Still no response other than a faint groan and an odd scrapping sound.
It was about that time that Lucas finally rounded the back of the car and saw what was on the other side.
"Oh my god! Sid are you alright?" He asked as he closed the gap between himself and Sid but as he got just inches from Sid it turned to face him.
What had once been his supervisor was now missing a large chunk out of the side of his neck exposing the muscles and bone beneath, the dark crimson blood dulling the bright blue of his work shirt. Lucas stumbled back, losing his balance and sitting down hard onto the pavement. As Sid's cloudy, lifeless eyes fixed on him as Sid pulled himself to his hands and knees, crawling his way towards Lucas. He managed to rise to his feet and turned to run, suddenly Lucas felt a set of cold clammy fingers wrap around his ankle, tripping him. He rolled to his back just in time to have the monstrosity lunge for his face, hands clawing at the exposed flesh, his jaw snapping mere inches from Lucas's throat.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Get off me!" Lucas screamed as he fought to keep Sid from tearing at his skin.
They struggled on the ground, fighting for his life; Lucas finally managed to roll the two of them over giving him the upper hand as Sid continued to struggle,
"Come on man, snap out of it Sid! It's me Lucas!" Knowing that nothing he said would bring back his friend he realized he had only one choice.
Pinning Sid's arms to the ground with his knees Lucas placed his hands on either side of his head, "Sorry buddy!' and with that he pulled Sid's head from the ground and slammed it back. There was a sickening wet thud as it made contact with the pavement, splattering a halo of thick coagulated blood around them; he continued to snap his jaws and struggle as Lucas raised his head again and again. With one last effort his head hit the ground and Lucas could feel the back of Sid's skull crack and cave and he finally lay still.
But that had been what seemed like years ago, now overrun by the undead the world had changed and so had Lucas...
