Zombie (WIP)

Chapter Four

Smells Like Zombie Spirit

When the apocalypse started to rise, people didn't panic. We all thought it was a joke. I mean it's zombies. How bad can the end be? But I guess even the slowest of creatures can even destroy mankind if someone is dumb enough to let them close enough to get a bite.

And, unfortunately for me, I am a dumbass.

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I always knew that my Mom would have to drag me out of the house sooner or later. Though, whenever she said that we were going to run some errands in town, I didn't know that translated to 'I am going to drop you off at the mall for a few hours'. So when she left me in front of the mall with two hundred dollars, I had no choice but to sulk.

I sit in the small, dark, empty theater as the undead rule the screen. That was the problem with the Crowdale County Mall Theater. It would only be here where you could watch a Zombie Apocalypse movies during the Zombie Apocalypse.

But of course, the only being here is the Zombie Girl herself.

I really had no idea what my Mom was thinking when she dropped me off here. Doesn't she know that this is hell for me? I mean I can handle the staring, the constant whispering, and the rude kids yelling "Mommy why is her skin missing?" I can handle all of that; however, when I see all of my human friends having a great time, I sulk in my own ocean of self-pity.

I watch as a young woman is bitten by a, yet, another wide-eyed, dumb-founded Zombie. And as she screamed in pain and terror, I couldn't help but wonder if that was what I did.

Did I scream in horror as my flesh was being torn away from my body? Did I call for help as I was grabbed by the undead being? How long was I actually alive? Did I suffer?

"Who's bright idea was it to play a Zombie movie during the Zombie Apocalypse?"

I jump in surprise at the sudden voice. I then look back at the three unfamiliar people walking into the theater. I started to panic. I slid as far as I possibly could into my seat and pulled my hood up to cover the little blemish that I had on my neck.

"Will you shut up, Wynn?" a young, male voice said. "There are other people here you know. You are being too loud." I would assume that they were talking about me...

"Nonsense Terrance!" a young girl screamed proudly. "There is no one here."

But, of course, I am usually wrong. However, for the sake of feelings, I am just going to assume that my black hoodie helps me blend into the darkness of the room.

I hear a long, annoyed sigh from the back of the theater. "Will you two be quiet?" another male voice spoke, this one was deeper, probably older. "Jeez, it's like hanging out with two toddlers."

"That's not fair, Rich.", the girl spoke, "You know that I just turned three last week."

"You mean yesterday, kid?" the older man joked.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny old man." the girl replied coldly. "Now, little brother, tell me you brought the snacks."

"One," the younger man said, "you are only older by twenty minutes. Second," A loud zip come from behind me, "I would never forget the food."

Within seconds, I could smell the rotten scent of hot garbage. I hold my nose. The smell was strong. "This is it?" the girl asked, disappointingly. I sure hoped so.

"Of course not." the young man said as I heard more zips and unwrapping. The smell grew stronger. The smell was no longer that of hot garbage but now it was as though I was deep, deep inside of a sewer. Not even covering my nose tightly with my hoodie could stop the scent from penetrating my nose. It was at the point where I could barely stand it.

Before I knew it, I was gagging. I was gasping for air. Although I knew that I no longer needed it, I was now fighting for breath. I was on the ground searching for fresh, clean air.

"What is that?" the girl asked.

"What's what?" the older man questioned.

I need to get out of here. I thought as I tried to stand up. I grabbed onto the top of the seats in the row in front of me, taking one steady step in front of the other. My vision was blurry and my head was cloudy. I felt like I was literally suffocating.

"Oh my God!" the girl exclaimed before all three of them jumped up from their seats to come help me. As I stumbled toward the stairs, I felt two pairs of strong hands steady me. "Get her outside for some air." the girl orders.

The two follow her order and lead me to the emergency exit. But when they get me outside, I am still gasping for air. "What's happening to her?" the young man asked, worried.

"I think it's an asthma attack." the older man said. They both then step back just enough for them to keep one hand on my shoulders.

"I'm calling 911!" the girl informed as she pulled out her phone.

But as she dialed, I could feel something start to fill my dead lungs. It wasn't air.

I fall to my knees as I start to cough up something. "Wynn! Hurry up!" the younger man said, panicked.

"I'm hurrying, stupid thing has no signal!" the girl yelled as she dialed again.

But as she raised the phone to her ear again, I was throwing up. But instead of food or water, it was blood. My blood. Or at least that's what I think it was...

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First off, I am sorry that this took me so long to post. Second, I am not going to lie, but I was just being pure lazy. However, I reunited with some inspiration and wrote this up.So, I hope you like it because... yeah...

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