Leaders of the Mislead

Chapter Five: Bite You

Is it the fear in your eyes, or is it your scarlet juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna bite you.

Grabbing my keys and jacket, I head out the door and into my truck. Normally I drive in silence, but I felt like I needed some good old rock n' roll to keep myself from going insane. I flicked through the radio stations to find nothing but static, "That's weird," I mumble to myself. "There must be a tower down or something." As I got closer to town I started getting the same feeling I had experienced when I first got home, only this time it was a million times stronger.

There was no one on the street, which was odd because there was always somebody around. Pulling into the parking lot of the pizza place, I took another look around, but this time more carefully. There were people in the apartments above the shops, but there weren't any lights on, the windows were lit up by the light of television screens. What was going on that everybody was inside? This is what I get for living away from everybody and sometimes going months without seeing anyone other than Merle or my co-workers. But this was my vacation week, so my limited social interactions became even more limited.

I walked into the pizza place, and the bell above the door tinkled, announcing my presence. Glancing around, I didn't see anyone, "Hello? Anyone home?" Since nobody answered, I hopped over the counter and walked into the back, where they make the pizzas. "Where is everyone?"

When I got the very back of the room, I stopped, why was this place so deserted? I called like an hour and everything seemed fine then.

That's when I heard someone shuffling towards me, it sounded like how an old person would walk. Turning around, I see Greg, the owner "Hey man, I know we're pretty far out, but it's been almost an hour since I ordered the damn pie, what the fuck's taking so long?" I start walking toward him, stopping about 5 feet from him.

Without answering, Greg shuffled closer, breathing heavily. "You don't look so good, are you alright?" That's when I noticed it, the human sized bite mark in the space between his shoulder and neck. "No, no nononononono," I start saying faster and faster as I back away, almost tripping over my own feet. "Fuck, wake up Daryl! Wake the fuck up, it's not funny anymore, you need to wake up now!" As I yell the last word, Greg pounced, well more stumbled, on me. I quickly ducked and grabbed my knife in one swift movement. Greg had fallen in a heap against the wall, with his neck bent at an unnatural angle. Crouching, I slowly walked toward him, prepared to defend myself. "Greg… you alive?"

A moan rose from the heap, and Greg started to stand up, with his head hanging off to the side, it was disturbingly obvious that his neck was broken, and yet he was still able to move. While Greg reasserted himself, I got a closer look at him. He was still wearing his worn out jeans, not unlike the ones I was wearing which were worn out because of wear, not design, and he also had on a simple white t-shirt covered in old grease and fresh blood. Now standing on two feet, Greg began to come at me again, this time snarling and gnashing his teeth as he haltingly came closer. If years of hunting had taught me anything, it was patience. I knew I'd have a better advantage if I waited for Greg to come to me, however I didn't think that he'd trip over an uneven tile that would send him flying toward me. As he fell on me, I stuck my knife in front of me, his momentum pushing him deep into my knife. His body soon became dead weight and I fell backwards.

Greg's body slowly grew stiller and I pushed him off me. Brushing myself off and wiping the blood off my blade on his shirt, I looked closer at the wound on his shoulder. Just when my hand brushed against it Greg started snapping at me again.

"Holy fuck! Do these things ever die?" I exclaimed as I propelled myself backwards and against an oven. Remembering some of my past dreams, I threw my knife into his skull. Finally, Greg went down and stayed down.

I leaned back against the oven, breathing heavily. "Never again am I getting pizza for Merle. He can get his own damn food from now own."

Okay, I'm sorry, I realize that I lied about no O.C's, I should amend it to say "no major ".
Please forgive me, if anyone is still reading this.

Oh, and if there's any writing in italics with a few bolded words,those are lyrics that inspired the chapter.

Chapter Five's song is Bite You by Kimmi Smiles, a song I highly recommend to any zombie lovers (: