WARM HEARTS.
OK so first I would like to thank those who reviewed, favourite and followed. So I have decided to update again since I have a slow weekend.
Chapter 2. Brains.
These trips I hate.
Our feet move slowly as we drag our heavy limbs down the road. There is not much left of the New York, as is the society it once was. The buildings crumble, cars rust, windows smashed and broken, vulgar graffiti litters the walls.
About half a mile into the city we smell the living. OK so we don't actually smell them. It more of a 6th sense, a buzzing in the back of our brains that draws us in like moths to a flame.
It doesn't take long until we have surrounded the old apartment building. The Living have tried to seal off all the entrances but to no avail, we rip through the wooden boards as if they were Styrofoam.
The Living are hiding in what once was a luxury studio apartment. They are in worse shape than us, dressed in filthy rags, huddled in a corner, some have weapons the others don't.
Me and the other Dead come screeching into the room. The Living fire their guns. An arm comes off, a leg too, part of someone's head. These are brushed off as minor cosmetic issues. But some take shots to our heads and we drop like stones. I suppose there is still something of use in that grey fleshy tissue in our skulls cause with out it we are literally dead.
Still it doesn't matte. We outnumber them greatly, launching forward upon the Living we feast.
I chew off some guys arm and I would have grimaced if I could. I hate his screams, I hate hurting people. Yeah it sounds funny A The Zombie who doesn't like eating people. But...
If I stop now. If I leave this man's brain intact, he will rise up, become one of us. Most likely follow me back to the airport and maybe I will have another friend besides Thalia. But I can't. I go for the best part, the part that makes my brain light up with images, with the memories of the person butchered.
As I crack open his skull, I would have felt sick if I had that ability any more. Taking the warm, fleshy pink brain in my hands, I can literally feel it buzz with life. I take a large bite.
My mind flashed with things I have once forgotten, but this man, my meal hadn't. A small whiff of perfume, the warmth of the summer sun on your face, the feeling of someone giving you a warm hug when you come home... Then it fizzles out. I am brought back to the world of monsters, which I live in and am one.
This makes me fell better though. Not healthy. Not full. And certainly not alive. But a little less dead.
As we make our way back to the airport, I stop at a puddle and wash the blood and gore from my body as best I could, and all the way back I trial behind everyone else.
Until Thalia falls into a steady shuffle with me. Most times she mocks me about my issues with our diet. She twists my blonde princess curls around her fingers and stutters out. "Si...Sissy... your...Su...ch Sissy"
But now she knows not to joke. Placing her grey fleshy hand on my shoulder, Thalia groans almost sympathetically. I know what she wants to say and I nod thankfully.
After we arrive back at the airport, I branch off from Thalia and the other's. Shuffling up the steps of my home. If your wondering my home is a 727 comercial jet. I like my privacy. So I kinda took the jet as my own. None of the others, not even Thalia comes up here. If she wants me she'll wait out side for an hour or two until I notice.
Inside it kinda looks like a junk shop. You see I like to bring stuff back from my hunting trips. A snow globe, a shoe, a book (even though I have forgotten how to read), sometimes just some random things that peak my interest.
I bring them back because at one point, at some small moment in life these things meant something, to someone, they had a purpose. And I envy them.
Sometimes I like to wonder why we are here? Why did the gods send this plague upon us? Making the Dead rise from their graves, turning us into these monsters. Do they find it amusing to see the Living feasted upon by the Dead? Or was this the plan from day one? The Apocalypse would be Zombies?
Everyday there is more Dead than Living, and the numbers are dropping faster than ever, since last winter when so many Living joined the Dead. How long will this last?
Because when the Living are gone, so are the Dead. We need their flesh to survive. The idea is disturbing is it not? Earth with no inhabitants, just a slowly rotting world as a reminder of the failure that was the human race.
Sorry for my little Zombie rant there, I get like that sometimes, I start thinking, hoping to find an answer, because I hate not knowing. Kinda sad really when your entire life is a fill in the blank.
I shake my head limply and shuffle over to my CD player. I brought it back from one trip with a hand full of CD's. It's one of my favourite trinkets in the plane.
I press play and a happy song comes on. I grunt and change it to a less peppy number. Why kid myself with happy thoughts when my entire existence is a sadistic slap in the face for anything with a heart beat.
As I sit in a window seat, bobbing my head limply to the oh so depressing song. I glance out of the window and sigh. The sky is grey, just like me, just like my life.
Thats chapter 2. Don't worry Percy is in the next one. P.S this is a mixture of the book and film, with a few of my own twists in it.
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