GEN Z

Part 1

They think they cured us. They think they cured me. They think we don't remember. But we do, it's hard to forget the taste, the delicious taste of human flesh.

"Akira watch out!" "it's a sharp one!!!!" Matt screams at the top of his lungs "Akira!!!!" he screams louder as I get bashed in the head. The sharp growls, smiling. My ears start ringing loudly as I feel a hot gash on my head. A river of red slides down on my face. The sharp screams a blood curling scream as it runs towards me, I hit it hard in the nose with the gun's muzzle. It only angers it more as it lunges at me and scratches me everywhere, I shoot it right in the head and its eye sockets roll into the back of its head. It hits me with a final blow, and my pounding headache only gets louder. I fall to the ground as I hear the deafening muffled screams of Matt. Until it goes completely silent. I see Matt rush to me. My eyelids feel heavy. I close my eyes. Pitch black.

All previous infected are still contained in labs and controlled "apartments" where they can watch us constantly. There is staff and doctors everywhere, but there is only one I really care for. His name is Dr. Smith. He has the curliest black short hair, the most honest dark brown eyes, and the most beautiful mestizo skin.

My favourite time of the week is when Dr. Smith comes to check up on me in my big apartment building where I am free to roam around. In contrast to the other infected where they have gotten bitten and then became monsters, I was already infected when I was born; the one and only baby with "GEN Z virus " Which also means I'm the only teen aged Zombie. All the others are either under 14 or older then 20, and for my love life? That's really not facilitating things.

They called us "zombies" which was the only name that the scientists thought made sense due to our hunger for flesh. But I think it's because it was the only thing, they could possibly name the terrifying creatures we turned into.

Sometimes I like to remind myself of how it used to be, the sun shining down on my face, and the sound of screaming and giggling as the kids play at the playground. The sweet smell of churros by the snack stand, or the sound of the ice cream truck that passed everyday at 3.30 exactly as all the kids chased it excitedly with money in their hands while I watched through the bars.

We were all so worried about Covid back in the day, it really makes me laugh, they had absolutely no clue of what was coming.