Life hasn't been nice to me after the events that shattered my mind. I still couldn't believe what had happened over the past few years of my strange life. I came across the Cult who created the zombies, thinking they could control them. Then used me for phase two, ghouls. Zombie like creatures who could walk among the living. I was able to play living in several outposts, but my skin was still giving me a hard time, not to mention the bugs. I found ways to help conceal my decaying skin from the living. Walking among the dead lacked excitement after a while.
I managed to get a minor entertainment in a person, Bianca was her name. Not sure right now if the proper way of saying it is was or is. I'm currently following the bloody trial she left behind. I normally would just watch from a distance as her life went on. After my friends died in that plaza, I had nothing else left to do. I can't help but blame myself from time to time about how her life had turned out. I had watched her, never helped. Only when I found it amusing to myself. I saw her through Wal-Mart and made her friend go crazy by pretending to speak through the glass. She let the dead in, and Bianca escaped. I followed her to a few more outposts, but couldn't help myself. I let the dead into her last outpost, then followed her to the most recent one. Where I might have helped, or might not. I told her who did it, then watched the result. I just wonder if it was the right thing to do.
I walked down the streets and past most of the dead. They were getting older, and slowing down after all the years. I guess it would be more amusing if someone were to be placed in a cage with several of them. Watching them slowing close in on their prey, priceless. I don't mean to be heartless, I'm not sure how to feel anymore. I'm supposed to be dead, but I'm living. Not to mention able to think along the same lines of my former life. I walked up to a hotel. It seemed to be in pretty good shape, considering how long it's been left to rot. I continued to follow the blood towards a locked room. I slowly let go of the handle.
Maybe I don't want to know how it ends. Maybe it's best to leave things alone for once. I sighed in deeply and turned. I glanced back at the locked door. If you died then I hope you went in peace. If you lived, then I hope you find someone to love and take care of you. Live in peace, and let the fates be done.
I walked away from the door and back into the desolate streets. The zombies walked around me, moaning as they always do. I wondered, do they moan because they can't talk? Or is it because they are in pain? Whichever the case, they continued to live. They walk and never die. I still wait for the day when they just topple over and die. Would I die to? Or is it meant that they walk until God or the Devil decide to end the war for our souls? I stopped thinking for a moment and watched a couple pass by. They were decaying through the bites where they had been bitten. In the arms and legs mostly. I felt my stomach grumble, if you would say that it still grumbles.
Time to do the dirty deed. It may seem disgusting, but it's my way of surviving without being a serial killer. I walked behind the pair, it didn't take me long to catch up to them. I was walking right behind them, I could smell the stench of rotting flesh. I didn't hesitate another moment, I took a bite out of the right one. After I broke a few of her bones, she couldn't get away. I eat what was left of her rotting flesh. I still hadn't decided rather I preferred the living flesh or the dead. I know it sounds strange, but its just how I live. I'm more amazed that the humans didn't think of this sooner. It would solve a lot of hunger issues if they learned how to cook a zombies flesh. That and got over the societal views of eating zombies-or found a way to clean the dead flesh properly.
I finished eating the girl and wiped off most of the blood from my mouth. I walked a few more miles before falling asleep in a nearby building.
In the old plaza where it all started was a young boy. He was around the age of twenties. He was looking among the remains of the Cult. The Cult he originally came to kill. He noticed the book of the dark arts was missing. He took in a deep breath and knew what he had to do now. He had to make sure that they hadn't continued on with their plans to destroy all living life on this miserable planet. After they brutally killed his father and brother, he promised himself that he would make them pay. Pay for everything.
P.S. I would like to thank Miss Queen B for letting me use her main character temporarily for my story. You ought to check out her story, it's the bomb!