~~~~~~~A Meal~~~~~~~

I see Jason, my Love, head toward the waterÑI thought he drowned? I guess heÕs learnedÉ

I follow, slipping into the water in excitement concerning the possibility of a feedingÉ I do this quite quietly and prepare for an ambushÑjust like I was trained to do so long ago.

I see the girl, and she has a boy with herÉ InterestingÉ My hunger blossoms and burns bright, switching my mind and body into Òstalk and killÓ modeÑmuch like a cat.

The girl comes in first. I can see you, little girl, I can see youÉ I can smell you even in this water that IÕm inÉ Yes, come closerÉ ThatÕs rightÉ

I see my Love moving in for the killÑ*Not your turn, Jason. * Ñas I rush up towards the skinny dipping camper, faster and faster.

I reach out with my clawed hands, the claws fully extended, to grab my unsuspecting, unwilling victim.

Direct hit! Her mouth opens in a silent scream as I pull her down to the bottom with me. (Well, I suppose it wouldnÕt be silent if she were above water.) Bubbles trail from her mouth as I pull her downÉ

I release her legs just long enough to grab her neck in a vise-like grip. She struggles. It excites my bloodlust, driving me crazy and angering me. I grip even tighter, with a strength that amazes me (especially since IÕm deadÑmust have his DNA inside of mine), crushing her throat and snapping the neck with my bare hands. Her eyes roll back so far that all I can see are the whitesÉ She stops struggling and falls limp in my grip. Dinnertime!

I swim off, with the girlÕs body in tow, to a secluded stretch of beach. I will not eat the brainsÑI may be a zombie, but IÕm not that kind. Instead, I shall strip the bones clean. I want to be able to feed in peaceÑwithout the intrusion of JasonÕs friend (or protector), that human zombie, to come and take away my dinner before I am finished with it. Oh fine, IÕll eat the brain! But I donÕt really need it, except it provides valuable calories.

I close my gaping mouth on the skull of the dead teen with a satisfying crack! I gorge myself on the dead brain, consuming as many calories as possible.

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The brain is all gone. I now start on the body. The flesh is much sweeter, more succulent and filling. This is what I was meant to eatÑnot brains.

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Ah, she was so succulent and sweetÑso delicious. Well-fed, I head back towards the old Camp. I want to fuck somebodyÑand I donÕt care who. Repressed sexual maturity, I believe. And I know whom I wantÑmy Love, the King of Zombies (though IÕd have to disagreeÑEdward T. Head should be called that), better known as Jason (fucking) Voorhees.