ZombieCandian

Darkness filled his mind. Bajan saw he wasn't sick, but was walking down a dark hallway and near a bright light. He walked closer to it, but it got father away.

"No! Please! Let me go back!" he cried. It kept getting father away. Bajan struggled, but as he got farther away he felt a stinging sensation on his body. He stopped and looked at his arms. Skin was peeling off of them. His eyes widen. Blood soaked him as the places the skin was peeling bled a lot. Bajan looked up and saw the light getting farther away. He walked near it but realized he couldn't. He saw glass had departed him from it. Bajan saw a tiny reflection of himself. He stepped back.

"N-No!" he stuttered. Bajan saw his appearance was a zombie's. No, not the Minecraft zombie with green skin and black eyes, but his skin was gray and you could see some of his flesh. Blood soaked his clothes and a few patches of his remaining skin. Bajan's eyes were red, not brown anymore. His teeth were stained yellow with his nails. Bajan leaned on the glass, sadness piercing him. Then someone came up behind him.

"You're not dying!" it said. Bajan spun around and saw Jerome, his axe gripped firmly. He pulled Bajan aside and brought back his axe. He broke the glass in one blow. Jerome grabbed Bajan.

"Mitch, you're not going to let that zombie get the better of you! You're a Hunger Games champ, and a Nether of a good friend. Now face the world like this and don't let anyone hurt you," said Jerome. Bajan nodded. Jerome pushed him near the light. Then he got a step away from it.

"Go," said Jerome.

"Thanks Jerome," said Bajan. Jerome nodded and pushed Bajan a small bit. Bajan stepped through the light. Then white.

"Look we can't kill him!"

"But do we really want his body to suffer like this?! I think we should!"

Bajan awoke and saw he was strapped down by leather. Iris and Jerome were arguing while Iris held a sword at his forehead.

"STOP! STOP! I'M OK!" Bajan screamed at the top of his lungs. Iris and Jerome looked at Bajan wide eyed.

"MITCH?!" asked Jerome. He rushed over. Bajan looked over at his friend.

"Hey dude," said Bajan. Jerome grinned ear to ear. Bajan tried to look at his body, but he couldn't, even his neck and strapped down.

"Sorry about that. You had this huge spasm attack, and then blood kept coming from your eyes. After that your skin began to come off, and we could see your muscles and stuff. The blood kept staining you, except for a bit of your skin. Then your nails and teeth hardened and turned yellow. You opened your eyes that were red and began limping around. Then you saw us and...tried to attack us. So we strapped you down and argued about if we should kill you or not" said Jerome. Bajan nodded and tried to look at his body again. Jerome unstrapped him fully. Bajan got up unsteadily. When his legs moved they were uneven. Like one would push the other off the ground. Jerome walked with him in case lost balance, which he did a few times. Getting used to walking would take a lot. Bajan finally got to a mirror and looked at himself. He was like a Walking Dead zombie or a DeadIsland zombie, nothing like the Minecraft zombies. He saw his eyes were still red, the typical zombie eyes. The places where his skin peeled off weren't bleeding, but blood was stained on his body because of it. Bajan looked at his nails, which were yellow. So were his teeth.

"Jerome…I look-" started Bajan but he stopped when he saw bone. He saw his rib cage. Bajan took of his hoodie and pulled up his shirt. His rib cage was showing. Half of it though.

"I didn't even see that," said Jerome. Bajan felt it and shivered.

"Jerome…" said Bajan, but he didn't finish. He kept running his fingers along his rib cage.

"Mitch I'm sure you can live with it, no one will notice," said Jerome. Bajan didn't speak.

"I'm…a…z-zombie," he stuttered. Bajan said it over and over again. Jerome came over and tried to comfort his living dead friend, but his words didn't do anything. Bajan blinked.

"Jerome…" said Bajan.

"Yeah?" asked Jerome.

"Is this really happening? Am I really a zombie?" asked Bajan.

"Yes"-said Jerome. Bajan blinked again. He shuddered. He put his hoodie back on. Bajan curled up into a fetal position.

"Mitch, you're still yourself," said Jerome.

"But I'm a zombie! I-I…I can't live like this" said Bajan.

"Mitch, you still look the same," said Jerome. Bajan blinked at the words "same". He pulled up the right side of his shirt and showed Jerome his rib cage.

"Besides that" said Jerome. Bajan showed him his eyes.

"And that" said Jerome. Bajan tried to cry, but no tears came. This shocked him a bit. Bajan then realized he was hungry. Knowing his body to well Bajan ignored the hunger, but he couldn't resist.

"I need to find…" he whispered.

"What?" asked Jerome.

"Jerome…I hunger" said Bajan.

"Mitch, you can't…" said Jerome. Bajan gritted his teeth as his hunger stayed. Slowly he stood, mind clouded by the insatiable hunger. He looked at Jerome.

"I need this," said Bajan. He flexed his fingers in a grabbing way, looking like a zombie in one's eye. Jerome followed the zombie as he limped outside, trying to keep balance. Bajan began limping more. His growls mixed moans were horrifying, sounding like an actual zombie.

"Mitch?" asked Jerome. Bajan looked at Jerome, his neck rigidly moving towards him.

"Yeah?" asked Bajan, eyes looking too much like a zombie's.

"You ok?" asked Jerome. Bajan nodded. Then he saw an animal. Limping, he limped near it. It was a cow, which was perfect for a hungry zombie. Grabbing it by the haunch Bajan forcefully brought it back. He began to tear its flank apart while the cow was alive. Bajan devoured the flesh, eating it sloppily. When the cow fell over dead, Bajan grabbed through its body, taking whatever body part he pleased. The sound if flesh tearing in his teeth made Jerome nauseas. Bajan was eating it so…violently. The blood from it stained his body, and his hands mainly. Bajan kept picking up parts and eating them. Finally he got up. His groans stopped, and his cloudy mind vanished.

"Better?" asked Jerome.

"Much," said Bajan. Jerome saw him close his eyes to calm himself.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Just a sudden...urge," he said. His eyes opened again, which were redder.

"We need to head back, there are other hunters besides me out here" said Bajan, referring to the werewolf. The two walked back, having Bajan limping. When they got there the zombie sat in front of the mirror, just staring at his new self. Was this really what he was now? Living like this? Bajan shook his head.

What's so bad about it? Eating things…alive, being undead…never feeling cold or warm? But what if I get too hungry? What if I begin to kill actual people? What if I attack Jerome? And what about Sky and the others? They don't know I'm a zombie…only Jerome and Iris do. Great Jeb why is this so hard? he thought.

"Jerome…what about Sky and the others?" asked Bajan.

"What about them?" asked Jerome.

"Don't they need to know?" asked Bajan.

"No, we're not telling them. As far as they know you're pure human" said Jerome. Bajan nodded. Then a knock came at the door.

"Who's there?" asked Jerome.

"Your friend" said a familiar voice.

"Frick…" cursed Bajan.

"Hide Mitch" whispered Jerome. Bajan nodded and limped off. Jerome opened the door and saw the mudkip.

"Quinton? What are you doing here?" asked Jerome.

"Seeing whats up with you. There are rumors that Bajan got sick with a virus, and a deadly one. Is that true?" asked Husky.

"Er…well it's a virus…but it's really deadly!" said Jerome.

"Deadly? Is it contagious?" asked Husky.

"Yes,"said Jerome.

"Why are you in there then?" asked Husky.

"Oh…you know bacas. They're immune to human disease," said Jerome. Husky looked at him in suspicion. Jerome heard the sound of metal clashing.

"So…yeah…Ill tell you when Bajan is better," said Jerome. Husky kept looking at him.

"Can I see him? I'm an amphibian, which are also immune to human disease," said Husky.

"Uh…well he really needs sleep," said Jerome. Husky looked over Jerome's shoulder, but didn't see anything.

"So, see ya" said Jerome. Husky nodded and walked away. Jerome sighed in relief. He closed the door and looked back into darkness.

"Mitch?" he asked. No reply. Jerome heard a sobbing. He walked into the darkness and saw Bajan huddled up, hugging his knees.

"Mitch buddy you ok?" asked Jerome. Bajan looked at him, sadness glimmering in his blood red eyes.

"Jerome it hurts. I can't see my friends anymore" said Bajan. Jerome sighed.

"But Bajan-" he started but stopped when Bajan sobbed more, and Jerome saw his rib cage outline on his hoodie.

"Ok, who do you want to tell?" asked Jerome.

A/N OMG OMG OMG THIS IS OUT! YOURERECA! AND IM DOIN A TLK STORY! HURRAY! AND I GAVE YOU ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER! AND I FRICKEN FOUND ANOTHER STORY DAT I LOVE (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) OMG! I HAVE ALL OF NEXT WEEK OFF! FUS RO DA!

*Explodes

Sky "…"
Deadlox "…"
Bajan "…"
Jeorme "…"

Quinton "…"

Me "YOU ARE ALLL GONNA DIE!"
*corgi101 takes out gold sword and has crazy eyes

Me "Let the bodies hit the floor"
ToxicLiam "Anyways guys, keep on reading, reviewing and faving! Remember to eat butter and kill squids"