Insatiable:
Adjective - (of an appetite or desire) impossible to satisfy.
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I can remember shrieking in fright as the strange man at the gate tore into Teshima's arm. The absolutely sickening sound of flesh being torn and the loud wet squelch that accompanied it.
I can acutely recall having to watch as he started to violently convulse on the ground, and the feelings of horror and disbelief at what had just happened. I can remember the gym teacher's eyes rolling into the back of his head before the thrashing abruptly stopped. My concern overpowering any hesitation as I moved to check on his vitals. To make sure he wasn't dead.
I can vividly remember my final moment amongst the living, the small almost unnoticeable twitch of Teshima's hand. My relief when he seemed to be getting back up. And most of all, I can recall my surprise and the overwhelming sense of terror as he sunk his teeth into me.
After that, it all just seems to stop. I can't really recollect anything before the day I turned with any certainty.
All I seem to remember besides my final moments, on occasion, is this current state of being. Specifically the never ending agony that comes with it. A feeling of hunger so sharp, so severe it's truly indescribable.
The best way to explain it would be, never ending agony. There's no off switch, just nothing but excruciating pain. A infinite, sick cycle of torture.
No matter how much I consume, it's never enough. LIke a single drop of rain in the desert, inconsequential at the end of the day.
Just a miniscule sense of relief that's ripped away all too soon. It's nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.
But that doesn't stop me. Doesn't stop the others either. It just makes us desperate, dangerous.
[X.X]
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Persistent:
Adjective - continuing firmly or obstinately in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition.
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The sounds of battle travelled throughout the dead city. Bringing more and more of its former denizens out in search of the source.
Callouts and battlecries, intersped by gunfire and the occasional explosion, echoed into the nothing.
It wasn't long before the survivors began a tactical retreat, but it was already too late. We didn't just attack you from the front, or the sides, we attacked from all around. We swarmed. And they had made the fatal mistake of engaging while in the heart of the city, the belly of the beast.
Our home.
It didn't take long before they had to abandon the vehicles, their fleet rendered useless by the congested downtown streets.
On foot they wasted no time, forming up on each other as they navigated the ruins of humanity.
This time though, they tried to avoid us at all costs. Detouring and rerouting at any sign of the horde, but it was all for not. Several intense clashes had happened before they had made any real progress out of the city proper. Now they were stuck in the cramped residential area of the city. Worn down, low on supplies, and on edge, they were prime for the taking.
We moved into position, prioritizing the alleys behind the house and the surrounding side streets. With that done, we started towards the gates at the drive port and front yard testing their strength. Too strong to be pried open, no matter, we've prepared for this.
It takes nearly a week before they are desperate enough to attempt an escape. It all goes to shit in a matter of seconds.
They never knew what hit them.
[X.X]
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Contagious:
Adjective - (of a disease) spread from one person or organism to another by direct or indirect contact.
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One bite, that's all it took. One little bite, and it was all over. One little bite and you became one of them.
It's only been a few minutes since I got mine, and let me tell you, so far it ain't been that great of an experience. My shoulder feels like it's on fucking fire, and that feeling is spreading all over. I'm sweating goddamn buckets and there's this different kind of pain stirring deep in my gut. Not to mention my vision is starting to blur, can't make out where I'm going. Not really...
I stumble off to the side and plop myself onto the ground, might as well get all nice and comfy for when I kick the bucket. S'not like there's anything else I can do is there? My breathing is ragged, my laboured breaths coming out as loud pants and small gasps. I cough, hard, and lo and behold there's more blood.
This sucks.
Should've never tried to play hero, should've just left them. Left her. But that's just the pain talking, I didn't hesitate and I knew the risks, I don't really regret saving Misuzu.
It's getting harder to keep my eyes open. I think, I think this is it. I can hear my mom calling my name. Hopefully heaven is nice.
"Morita-san!"
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, get away! Get away! Get away from me dammit!
Instead all that came out of my mouth was a pain filled groan and more coughing. I tried to push her away, shove her to safety but my body wasn't cooperating.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. So sorry..." She was crying now.
I gasped loudly and fell onto my side, writhing in pain.
"Morita?"
My eyes snapped open at the sound, and I slowly shifted.
"Morita? Are you, are you okay now?"
No, I'm not, and I never will be. I lurched forward, grabbing her face as she screamed.
"Morita! No! It's me! You saved me!"
And I proceeded to smash her skull against the concrete. Saving her once again. Saving her from sharing this fate.
This curse.
Then I tore into her body. Her sweet, delectable body.
Mmmm, so good.
[X.X]
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Author's Note:
Thanks for checking out the fic, and I hope that you enjoyed the update. I wanted to give the zombies of HoTD some screen time without getting too much into it. Sometimes I feel like they are a bit overlooked in the grand scheme of things as are some of the characters from the manga. So Kyoko and Morita got featured in this one because honestly, I'd like to see other HoTD writers use these characters more. Morita is actually somewhat interesting and Kyoko is a bombshell. To those out there reading this, check out BurgerKingDrive-By and their fics After School Seduction and Pyrrhic Victory for something new. If your a Takashi fan it'll be right up your alley.
As always, I wanna give my thanks to those that fav, follow, or review. It means a lot.
Thanks for reading and be ready for more Death, Love, & Zombies.