STUFF: Argh, sorry about the huge delay. I did not mean to take so long. I got sidetracked! Also I had writer's block! And I got to see VNV Nation but that's got nothing to do with anything! Anyway here's this chapter. It's a bit short-ish. Also, guess the cameo!
The girl stumbled around outside until she came to a group of people standing around in a line. It was a perfect place to get food, and had she been thinking she would've congratulated herself on her find. Instead, she was just pleased to find such a huge source of food.
She groaned and bit into the arm of the guy standing next to her. He looked at her and then at his arm, shrugged, and shoved her out of his way. "Damn crazies," he said, taking a look at his wound. "Hope she doesn't have rabies or something." He scratched at the bite, but didn't get out of line. He wasn't going to let some wacko keep him from the show.
After all, the dude had been through a lot already. Giant robot, never getting paid for said robot, dealing with aliens, losing an eye… More shit than some wackjob girl taking a bite out of him, anyway. Dethklok was his favorite band, and he wasn't going to let something like that stop him from seeing them again.
"Okay, maybe the second time," Charles said, walking into the living room with a Tupperware container. He wanted nothing more than to open it and dig in to "make sure it was all right," but he didn't think the band would appreciate that. So he had to wait.
Nathan climbed out of the hot tub and took the new container from Charles. He lifted the lid and sniffed at the contents. "Hey, it doesn't smell like shit this time," he said.
It didn't seem to smell like anything, Charles thought. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Humans had a specific smell to zombies, something that screamed "FOOD," but maybe the cloning process removed it.
"Well, aren't you going to try it?" Charles asked, trying to keep the hunger out of his voice. It wasn't very professional. For a change he was having a real problem with staying professional. Must have been the whole hungry for human flesh thing.
"Oh, yeah, right," Nathan said, poking at the substance. "Uh… looks more like something we can eat than before," he said. "It's not, like, jello or anything."
All eyes seemed to be on Nathan as he tore some of the fleshy substance out of its container. He put the cloned flesh prototype into his mouth and chewed.
"Wells, how is its?" Toki asked. "Is it goods?" He was reluctant to try it until someone else gave the go-ahead, in case it tasted like the first batch.
Nathan chewed for what seemed like an agonizingly long time to the other hungry zombies. Then he gave the thumbs-up and swallowed. "Wow, that actually kind of tastes like the real thing!" he said.
"You sure?" Pickles said. "I wanna make sure it's good 'fore I eat that. 'Cause last time? That was shit."
"It's fine," Nathan said, handing the container back to Charles. "I'd rather eat, y'know, live food, real food, but I guess this'll work." It didn't exactly feel right, eating it, because there wasn't any blood or the satisfaction of hearing the screams of terror and pain from the victims, but it seemed to taste like the real thing, and that had to be good enough.
With that, everyone (including Charles) descended upon the small container with characteristic zombie hunger. The small amount of the substance that was left quickly disappeared and the zombies were left with an empty container.
"I thinks we'll needs more," Toki said.
"No shit, Sherlock," Murderface said.
"I'll make sure someone brings more," Charles said, adjusting his tie, somewhat embarrassed by how animalistic he'd just acted. Of course, he didn't need to be so embarrassed, as everyone else was acting that way too, but it just didn't really fit with his professional image.
"Hurrys up," Skwisgaar said, crossing his arms. "We're hungrys."
"Yes, I understand that," Charles said. "Remember, I'm hungry too."
"I don'ts cares," Skwisgaar said. "Just hurrys."
Charles sighed. "Fine." There was no point in arguing or trying to reason with them that he couldn't instantly get them food. He went to his office to make some calls and got a Klokateer to bring more food for the band, and some for himself. Hopefully this meant that they'd all be able to keep their hunger in check and there wouldn't have to be a repeat of the last concert.
Of course, he had a feeling that was just wishful thinking on his part. Nothing could ever be that easy.
The girl stumbled down the street, her senses overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding her. People either ignored her or laughed at her, thinking she was some kind of crazy drunk.
She ran into somebody and fell to the ground. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Careful, Dani," he said. "What's up?"
Dani looked at the boy and a flash of recognition crossed her face. A name—no, it was gone. Meat. So close. She looked at her old friend for a moment, then struck.
And somehow, despite the fact that there was a girl snacking on someone's innards right there on the sidewalk, nobody noticed.
Night. Quiet. Darkness. Everyone trying to sleep. The glow of the arcade game illuminated Murderface standing there, a full container of synthflesh sitting on a game next to him. Despite the fact that he wasn't so hungry anymore, a little nagging voice in his head was telling him something in zombie. Something he couldn't really understand at the moment. He wasn't good at translating.
The beeps from the arcade continued, and so did that voice in his head. He narrowed his eyes. "Shtop that," he said.
"Stops whats?"
Murderface turned around. "Nothing, Toki. Go away."
"Is it thats guy sayings stuff in your head?" Toki asked, hugging his bear. "And it says," he said, and did an exact impression of the thing that Murderface had been hearing all night.
"Yeah!" he said. "Sho you got it too?"
Toki nodded. "It won'ts shut ups. It's like… before, when I hads to eats peoples? But it's differents, too."
"Huh," Murderface said. He stuffed a few handfuls of the synthflesh into his mouth. He offered the rest of the container to Toki, who just shook his head.
"I thinks… I thinks that's what's makings the voice," Toki said. "Eats. Kills."
Murderface's eyes widened in recognition. "That'sh it! That'sh what it'sh shaying!"
"Yeah," Toki said. "You didn'ts know?"
Murderface opened his mouth to respond, but then they heard a groan, a scream, and a thump.
"Whats was thats?" Toki asked, hugging his bear closer.
"I don't know, but it shounded like shomeone jusht made a kill," Murderface said.
"Should we checks it out?"
Murderface nodded. "Yeah, shure. Let'sh go."
