The man keeps staring at my face for several minutes with an emotionless expression.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" I frown at him.
He scratches his head in puzzlement. "Are you serious, or are you messing with me?"
"Why would I be messing with you?" I narrow my eyes at his beautiful, pale face. "You're the one who is messing with me."
"Woman, you don't have to be a genius to do the math. If you are a ghost and you are standing here with me, then what does that mean to you?" He arches an eyebrow in amusement.
"That I am lost?" I shrug in response.
"No, woman! It means that you are dead; otherwise, you wouldn't be a ghost, would you?" He smirks.
The realisation dawns on me as I start hyperventilating, although I don't know why because ghosts don't need air to breathe. I mean, I'm already dead, for fuck's sake!
"If I am dead, then where is my body?" I look at the handsome-ghost-man in dismay. "Where is my zombie-version?"
"She should be here somewhere." He looks around us as if searching for something. "Where is my zombie-version?"
I squint my eyes as I try to find the man's zombie-look alike.
"I am Ted. What's your name?" The man smiles softly at me.
"Christina." I mirror his smile. "Nice to meet you."
"Wow! I am hot, even in the ghost world." He mumbles absentmindedly.
"Excuse me?" I gape at him in wonderment.
"We are flirting, and this seems to be so natural, aside from the fact that we are also zombies and that I eat newspapers." He gives me a lopsided smile.
"Hey! Isn't that your zombie-look alike?" I point to the familiar grey zombie who is now licking the asphalt. "Why are you licking the asphalt?"
Ted turns to face his zombie-version and grimaces in disgust. "Eeeekkk." He pauses as he sees a female zombie approaching his zombie-half. "I think I found you, Chris!"
"Huh? Where?" I yell in desperation when my gaze falls onto the female green zombie that is crouching next to Ted's abomination and watching him trying to eat the asphalt.
"Why are you watching me like that? Are you a freak or something?" Ghost Ted laughs.
"You're the one to talk! I'm not the genius who is trying to eat the asphalt." I scoff before stepping closer to zombie Christina. "She is really me! Oh my gosh! What happened to my hair and to my face? Why is her flesh moving?"
"I don't think you want to approach your zombie-version even more, Chris." Ghost Ted tries to stop me. "Don't do it, Chris. These zombies can see us."
"What is that thing coming out of zombie Christina's face?" I frown as I lean in towards my zombie-version, who is still focused on watching zombie Ted trying to eat the asphalt.
When my airy face is close enough to the green flesh in front of me, I immediately scream in horror while jumping on my feet and shaking my hands in desperation.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I keep screaming at the sight of various white maggots coming out of my zombie-version's face.
"Hah! Look at that! You carry your pets with you!" Ghost Ted laughs.
"That's disgusting! Why don't you have maggots in your body, Ted?" I point to zombie Ted, who is now staring curiously at zombie Christina.
"Because I don't like animals." He laughs again.
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Ghosts, Zombies and MaggotsHorror
Christina awakes in the middle of the chaos only to find out that she is a ghost and is wandering around the damaged streets, which are also the so-called home for the many zombies who are lurking without destiny. Her perspective of not-life changes...