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Ssssssss. I giggled at the sound of my acid-green spit hitting to pavement, accompanied by the painful screams of the unlucky Survivors standing in it. What losers! I shuffled back into the shadows and bumped into a screaming commoner. Shut up! I hissed at him, shoving him away. Flecks of my beautiful, neon spit flew out of my mouth and singed the Infected's face, burning holes in his already scarred, unattractive head. He gave me a blank, clueless stare, then shuffled off to join the Horde.
Ugh! All the zombies nowadays were bent on destruction and death, and none, absolutely none of them were the slightest bit attractive. They could never match up to me- still as gorgeous as I was before the flu. Ah, back then I was living the dream life. Popular, rich, I was perfect. People bowed to me. Hell, there's a reason I was lacking the normal amount of clothes that one night I morphed into a zombie... Everyone wanted a piece of me! What was the point of being popular when I couldn't flaunt my stuff? I wandered into a darkened alleyway as my thoughts of a previous life continued. I began to hack as I remembered the downsides of being gorgeous. People calling me a slut, a whore- and what, all because I dressed nice and knew how to use makeup? Ah, jealous, that's all they were.
I ceased hacking up green bile as the voices of the tired Survivors met me ears. Were they getting closer? Climbing up and behind a Dumpster, I spotted the four humans round the corner and walk up the alleyway.
"I hate that ugly bitch! Spitting on us-"
"Great! Acid all over my shoes! These are Italian, folks-"
Ugly? I'm not ugly! Who was he to call me ugly? As they slipped into a warehouse door, one of them hung back and began to adjust the guns strapped onto his back. He cursed under his breath as a crowbar fell to the pavement with a clatter. I stumbled out from behind my hiding place- oh, those ballet lessons sure made me graceful, I was perfect -and began to hack, drawing up enough acid to burn that... hey, he was kinda cute! He reminds me of some country guy I dated a few weeks before the Infection...
"Ahh! Guys! It's... it's that disgusting chick! Gross! Guys, help, she's spitting!"
He stumbled backwards and, in an attempt to fend me off, threw his crowbar at me.
Gross? Disgusting? But... but, I'm beautiful! How dare-
A shot rang out through the night, and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, my acid forming a pool of blood around my perfect body.