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TW: gore, mention of cannibalism
Context: a one-shot for one of my original storied called love from beyond the grave where two of the main characters are trapped in a zombie apocalypse, one of them being a zombie herself. It's a wlw dark romance that includes horror and mystery aspects. Their names aren't included in this one shot due to me not establishing actual names for them yet.
╰┈➤ Type of story: one-shot
╰┈➤ Characters included: original Characters
╰┈➤ Genre: horror
"Can you not…. Do that?"
"Do what?"
"That." My face kept its disgusted experience as I meekly pointed at the blood dripping from her chin, the raw meat being pulled from the arm she held with both hands carefully as I watched it stretch when she tried her best to pull it from the bone. The man lying on the ground, his brains splattered all over the dirt stained concrete from the bat I held over my shoulder.
"Am I not allowed to eat?" She pouted, huffing before turning her head the other way. The bones made a sickening crack as she dug her crimson stained teeth back into the arm, struggling to cut through the skin at first but soon ripped the flesh off like before with a sound that can only be described as something you'd hear in a horror movie.
"No… just, can you not do it in front of me?" I turned my head away, forcing myself to look away from the scene as she continued to chew the meat. "Plus, isn't this like cannibalism?"
"Well, I'm not exactly human." she hummed in response, finally placing the arm back down on the floor before tearing off a piece of the man's shirt and wiping her mouth clean with it.
"But you're not exactly a zombie either." she stayed quiet at my last remark, looking down at the ground over the dead man's body. Taking notice of the fact his whole arm had been messly eaten arm. It was almost completely bitten off from the wrist all the way to the elbow, bits and pieces of dark colored meat hung from the bone, some fighting to stay on while other pieces had already lost the battle and laid gently on the ground.
The man head had been smashed mercilessly with a bat, warm dark residue of the brain continued to flow onto the sidewalk as she placed her shoe into it, moving it around with a monotone expression as she watched it stick to her shoe like chunky slime as she lifted it up before squashing it back down onto the ground with a squelch and smearing it onto the floor.
"You can look back now, I'm done." She spoke, breaking the silence as I looked at her. Her gentle smile holding fake happiness only I could've noticed as I sigh, pressing onto the bridge of my nose and shutting my eyes tight before looking back at her.
"Alright, let's go find some food for me now. I'm starving." I smiled back at her, holding out my hand for her to take as she lit up, clinging onto my hand and arm for dear life as she pushed herself onto me. The viscous texture on my skin made me shiver as I groaned in annoyance over the fact that she was now the reason I'd have to scrub my whole arm extra hard if we ever found running water. "If I get you a can of soup will you stop eating people?"
"Hmm…" she thought of it for a moment, laying her head on the top of my shoulder as she stared up into the sky. Her dead eyes, filled with grays and whites. "Nope! But maybe a candy bar would be enough to convince me!" She smiled wide, picking her head back up before getting close to my face, trying to read my expression.
"No way, the candy bar's are mine. You don't even need them anyway." I snorted, pulling my face away from hers as she snickered into her hand. She only continued to laugh as I kept a steady grip onto the bat, observing our surroundings before feeling her hand that continued to stay on my arm move down all the way to my hand as she intertwined them.
"You're soooo cute! I'm so glad you're my bestie!" She squealed, adding a rather high pitched voice to her words before quickly turning in front of me and wrapping her other arm around my neck, pulling me into a death squeeze.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. 'Besties'." I replied as I wrapped my arm around her lower back as her head dug further into my neck due to the action, feeling her cold breath onto my neck as she giggled and stomped her feet happily. Nuzzling into my body as she pressed her body deeper into mine, her chest pressed firmly against mine. I expected the feeling of her chest moving up and down, but it never came. She was dead. In moments like these I always seemed to forget that fact. The fact she held such emotion and movement always seemed to make me believe that fact was nothing but a little lie. "Hey… we should get back to scavenging. Who knows when this place will be surrounded by zombies." I spoke gently, a little guilty by ruining the mood as she whined into my neck.
"Even if they come I can easily take them all on for you! Just a little longer…" she pleaded as I tried my best to unwrap her arm from my body.
"And I bet you could, but I think you're forgetting the fact I haven't eaten yet. Unlike you." I reasoned with her as she sighed sadly, pulling her face out of the crook of my neck before sluggishly returning back to clinging to my side, her head on top of mine.
"I'm only letting you go because I care about your precious human health." She mumbled, clearly frustrated with the unwanted arrangement of position as I only rolled my eyes before scanning the park around us.
"Likewise." I mumbled back as I squinted my eyes towards a promising looking building a couple blocks from here. it was run down, yes but it also seemed untouched by the last of humanity. It also looked like the kind of place that'd have candy bar's. "Hey, maybe if you're good enough I'll save half a candy bar for you if I find one." I smiled as I let my feet take hold on the situation and began walking as I heard her gasp behind me.
"Promise!?" She excitedly yelled, jumping up and down and she followed next to me, her grip on my arm and hand becoming tighter.
"Promise."
Well, shit. That was unexpected.
Rusty stares at the truck when be rounds the bend; he already had a couple plausible excuses in mind, in case he ran into someone.
But then he notices the big damn hole in the ground, heaps of sandy dirt piled up around it. His eyebrows are already starting to go up when a petite dark-haired woman springs out of the hole like some crazy jack-in-the-box.
The sheer ridiculousness of running into someone else digging what damn sure looks like a grave has him frozen in surprise for a beat too long. When he realizes the woman isn't sprinting for the truck to escape, he's too slow grabbing his Glock out of the center console. She already has the shotgun leveled at him.
For a moment, Rusty thinks of shoving the car in reverse and flooring it - but she'd shoot him for sure if he did that. Then he thinks of tromping the gas and flattening her against the side of her truck. With his luck, that'd leave both vehicles wrecked.
So he takes a breath and thumbs the window button. She hasn't fired yet, but no way is he gonna get out and lose what protection the windshield and engine block give him.
"Relax, lady. Do I look like a cop to you? Put the gun down, we can talk this through." starting with the fact that there's a tarp covering something in the back, and just what in hell a chick like her is doing out here.
He's no fool - the car's still in gear, and if she looks like pulling the trigger, he'll floor it.
Traveling for business sucked. New York and its environs were home, where he knew every bodega and back alley. But his face was a little too recognizable there right now, and until a certain witness was persuaded not to testify about the whereabouts and activities of certain men, one of whom may or may not have been James “Rusty” Sullivan, well, it was better that he stay out of town.
He’d thought “out of town” would mean, like, Delaware. Not New Mexico, for cryin’ out loud.
But New Mexico was where a certain guy lived, and that guy had run off with a whole bunch of money that wasn’t his, and the rightful owners of that money had finally tracked him down. The money was spent, of course, it’d been six years ago. Now it was the principle of the thing.
Which was why Rusty’s rattletrap Chevy was bumping off the old county road into a nice little dry wash. Quiet road, little bit of concealment, a fairly flat surface to drive on - almost as good as a gravel pit. He just needed to get out of sight of the road, then he could park and start digging. The shovel was in the trunk, along with the thief.
The thought that, in all this godforsaken desert, someone else might’ve picked the same spot to bury a body … Well, that never even occurred to Rusty.
They love me so much and I love them even more
The truest friend does not doubt, but hope.
Pls
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A long one because I looove you! 💖
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