When I Became a Zombie: A Short Tail of Violent Death, Page 2
J Collin
Safeway and went directly to the meat section. The store was quiet. I carried what must have been 20 pounds of meat to the cashier at the front of the store.
“You OK ma’am?” asked a young man with very nice hair and heavy acne. “Your skin looks a little pale.”
“I’m fine. Well, I will be fine. Blood sugar thing.” I said with a smile.
The young man rang up the meat looking over at my right hand, missing a finger and oozing.
“I can call an ambulance if you would like?” he asked.
“Oh, heavens no. I’ll go home and eat and I’ll be just fine.” I said followed by a strange laugh, trying to sound normal.
“OK?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I said, “everything is OK.”
I paid for my meat and quickly left the store.
Once on the sidewalk I reached in and grabbed a pound of ground hamburger on Styrofoam covered in plastic. Ripping open the plastic I grabbed a handful of raw meat and shoved it into my mouth.
“Oh yum,” I said shoving a handful into my mouth.
I looked up to see two young women looking at me. One of the women gagged and ran away. The second women simply watched me as I walked past. I just didn’t care.
In a very strange conversation I explained to my best friend Gene what had happened. He was a tall hippy looking guy with a beard. I then told him that I was going to die because I had become a zombie. Of course, Gene questioned this, as any reasonable person would. I told him I had absolutely no idea why I had become a zombie. He still looked confused.
I then informed him that he would have to kill me by cutting off my head.
“Are you sure?” Gene asked.
“Yep,” I said. “Actually, my body is starting to feel very stiff and my brain isn’t working right.”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure your brain has ever really worked right.” Gene said with a laugh.
“So funny.” I looked down as I ran my fingers through my hair. A large wad collected between my fingers.
“I’ve got absolutely no idea how the hell I’m going to do it.” Gene said with a sick look.
“We should probably stop and get a shovel.” I said keeping on task.
“Why do we need shovel?” He said in confusion.
“I think you will also need to bury me.” I said flinching thinking how he would react.
“How about cutting off your head? What exactly are we going to need for that?”
“I think you need a ax.” I said.
“What sort of ax are we looking for?”
“We’re looking for any sort of sharp object that will do the job.”
We then stopped in at Gene’s house. Inside his garage we found an ax and shovel. We then walked out to a clearing not too far from the area where he lived. The area was right behind an abandoned farmhouse. It was quiet and peaceful.
Gene and I shoveled a hole.
"I really don't know how I'm going to do this.” Gene said avoiding eye contact.
"You really don't have a choice." I said grabbing another handful of ground beef and shoving it in my mouth.
"Oh I think I have the choice." Gene said assertively.
"You really don't. Unless you want me eating your brains in about two hours you do need to do this." Sadly, wanting to eat someone’s brains had already become a reality. In fact, I could smell Gene’s brains. The thing is though, that wasn’t all I was craving. I was craving any kind of meat. I wanted everything and anything. I wanted to buy things, to consume them, to own them, and to make them a part of me. I wanted to have everything.
“Do you really think you will do that? I mean eating brains really? Do you really think that can happen?”
“Honestly at this point I really think anything is possible.” I said tapping on the back of my hand, an area I could no longer feel.
Gene and I then dug a hole. To be honest Gene dug most of the hole. I watched and sometimes helped. I found my movements were so slow and almost useless.
“OK dear, get in.” Gene said to me.
I slowly lowered myself into the hole with Gene’s help. Gene then grabbed his sweatshirt folding it neatly and placing it underneath my head.
“Thanks man.” I said with a half smile.
“The least I can do.” Gene said.
“I know this sucks Gene. Thank you.” I whispered.
“I can’t do this!” Gene yelled as if yelling was going to make the problem go away.
“Gene, you have to.” I said.
“Maybe I could try to smother you instead?”
“No, I might bite you. It would be better just to use the ax.” I said. I probably had three percent of the feeling I had just that morning. Gene could have performed surgery on me and I would likely not have felt it.
For a moment I wondered if I was wearing the right outfit. Were those the colors and styles that defined me?
“Are you ready Ker?” Gene asked.
“Yep, go for it.”
“I love you.” Gene said as he held the ax to my neck.
I closed my eyes and waited.
“I can’t do it.” Gene said.
“Please,” I begged.
Gene raised the ax and turned his head. I watched as he dropped the ax down between my head and body, right on my neck.
After than, not having a throat, I was unable to talk and my body stopped moving.
Gene placed my head next to my body and looked at me. Although I was unable to talk I winked at him, to let him know things were ok.
“Are you sure you want me to burry you here? One blink for yes and two blinks for no.” Gene held his breath waiting.
I blinked once and Gene started his task, crying the entire time.
Days later I find I’m still buried and still having cognitive though. However, I’m now very focused on brains and any other thing I could consume. Even without a stomach it seems like a good goal.
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“You OK ma’am?” asked a young man with very nice hair and heavy acne. “Your skin looks a little pale.”
“I’m fine. Well, I will be fine. Blood sugar thing.” I said with a smile.
The young man rang up the meat looking over at my right hand, missing a finger and oozing.
“I can call an ambulance if you would like?” he asked.
“Oh, heavens no. I’ll go home and eat and I’ll be just fine.” I said followed by a strange laugh, trying to sound normal.
“OK?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I said, “everything is OK.”
I paid for my meat and quickly left the store.
Once on the sidewalk I reached in and grabbed a pound of ground hamburger on Styrofoam covered in plastic. Ripping open the plastic I grabbed a handful of raw meat and shoved it into my mouth.
“Oh yum,” I said shoving a handful into my mouth.
I looked up to see two young women looking at me. One of the women gagged and ran away. The second women simply watched me as I walked past. I just didn’t care.
In a very strange conversation I explained to my best friend Gene what had happened. He was a tall hippy looking guy with a beard. I then told him that I was going to die because I had become a zombie. Of course, Gene questioned this, as any reasonable person would. I told him I had absolutely no idea why I had become a zombie. He still looked confused.
I then informed him that he would have to kill me by cutting off my head.
“Are you sure?” Gene asked.
“Yep,” I said. “Actually, my body is starting to feel very stiff and my brain isn’t working right.”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure your brain has ever really worked right.” Gene said with a laugh.
“So funny.” I looked down as I ran my fingers through my hair. A large wad collected between my fingers.
“I’ve got absolutely no idea how the hell I’m going to do it.” Gene said with a sick look.
“We should probably stop and get a shovel.” I said keeping on task.
“Why do we need shovel?” He said in confusion.
“I think you will also need to bury me.” I said flinching thinking how he would react.
“How about cutting off your head? What exactly are we going to need for that?”
“I think you need a ax.” I said.
“What sort of ax are we looking for?”
“We’re looking for any sort of sharp object that will do the job.”
We then stopped in at Gene’s house. Inside his garage we found an ax and shovel. We then walked out to a clearing not too far from the area where he lived. The area was right behind an abandoned farmhouse. It was quiet and peaceful.
Gene and I shoveled a hole.
"I really don't know how I'm going to do this.” Gene said avoiding eye contact.
"You really don't have a choice." I said grabbing another handful of ground beef and shoving it in my mouth.
"Oh I think I have the choice." Gene said assertively.
"You really don't. Unless you want me eating your brains in about two hours you do need to do this." Sadly, wanting to eat someone’s brains had already become a reality. In fact, I could smell Gene’s brains. The thing is though, that wasn’t all I was craving. I was craving any kind of meat. I wanted everything and anything. I wanted to buy things, to consume them, to own them, and to make them a part of me. I wanted to have everything.
“Do you really think you will do that? I mean eating brains really? Do you really think that can happen?”
“Honestly at this point I really think anything is possible.” I said tapping on the back of my hand, an area I could no longer feel.
Gene and I then dug a hole. To be honest Gene dug most of the hole. I watched and sometimes helped. I found my movements were so slow and almost useless.
“OK dear, get in.” Gene said to me.
I slowly lowered myself into the hole with Gene’s help. Gene then grabbed his sweatshirt folding it neatly and placing it underneath my head.
“Thanks man.” I said with a half smile.
“The least I can do.” Gene said.
“I know this sucks Gene. Thank you.” I whispered.
“I can’t do this!” Gene yelled as if yelling was going to make the problem go away.
“Gene, you have to.” I said.
“Maybe I could try to smother you instead?”
“No, I might bite you. It would be better just to use the ax.” I said. I probably had three percent of the feeling I had just that morning. Gene could have performed surgery on me and I would likely not have felt it.
For a moment I wondered if I was wearing the right outfit. Were those the colors and styles that defined me?
“Are you ready Ker?” Gene asked.
“Yep, go for it.”
“I love you.” Gene said as he held the ax to my neck.
I closed my eyes and waited.
“I can’t do it.” Gene said.
“Please,” I begged.
Gene raised the ax and turned his head. I watched as he dropped the ax down between my head and body, right on my neck.
After than, not having a throat, I was unable to talk and my body stopped moving.
Gene placed my head next to my body and looked at me. Although I was unable to talk I winked at him, to let him know things were ok.
“Are you sure you want me to burry you here? One blink for yes and two blinks for no.” Gene held his breath waiting.
I blinked once and Gene started his task, crying the entire time.
Days later I find I’m still buried and still having cognitive though. However, I’m now very focused on brains and any other thing I could consume. Even without a stomach it seems like a good goal.
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