Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 5

The Rotting Burrito Pt. 2

Markel hefted a cleaver and set it on the counter with a loud clunk.  I took a small step back as he stared at me.  "Whoa, chief, easy.  Sorry, okay, sheesh."  Markel nodded and returned the cleaver.  "Best watch your tongue, son.  This may not be much, but she's all I got."  I stepped back next to the stand and sat at the stool.  "Sorry.  Although, finding something that isn't stained is rather difficult.  Not to mention us."

Markel nodded and put his elbows on the counter.  "You know, that is rather weird.  I mean, we are perpetually rotting."  I nodded. "At least we don't fall apart to the point of immobility, I guess."  The rotting pile next to me rose up, "Y'know.  M' ear fall off this mornin' an' by noon, it grewed back."  Markel shooed him with a stained cloth.  As the wretched creature shambled off he turned to me, "Poor guy died drunk and it carried into death."

Huh.

As we spoke, Carl walked up to us and sat down.  "Whatchya talking about?"  Markel straightened.  "Just our apparent regenerative capabilities.  Every time we lose mass, we gain it back before too long."

I chuckled.  "Okay, everyone is thinking it, I am just gonna say it.  So much for New Years resolutions!"

Carl rolled his eyes.  "Badum-dum tsch."

"That was pretty bad."  Markel said.  I glared at them both.  "Don't you two gang up on me."  Carl laughed, "You really brought this on yourself, dude."  I grimaced.  Markel turned to Carl, "You want something, Carl?"  Carl nodded.  "Let me see the menu," he opened it and started perusing, muttering to himself.  "Let's see.  Added some new stuff, I see.  Ooh, all Survivor beef chimichanga!"

Markel shook his head, "No, sir.  I won't have Survivor beef until after the attack this evening.  We have sewer flesh."  Carl mimed gagging.  "Oh, sick.  What do I look like to you?  A Sewie?  No way.  Does anyone ever get that?"  Markel sighed, "Carl," he started, a parental tone creeping into his voice.  "What have I told you about discriminating against them?  They may have been Returned in the sewers, but don't think they are inferior and don't use such insulting terms to describe them."

Carl pouted, "I don't discriminate, it's just that they are......smelly."  Markel spoke, "And you aren't?"

Oh, did I not mention, Carl is Markels' nephew.  Coulda sworn I mentioned that......

Author's Note

Grrr. This scene is lasting longer than I wanted.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

I think the length is fine. It's been a while since I read the last chapters so im not sure if the fact that your zombies regenerate was established in the previous chapters but again I applaud your new tabke on the zombie nation.

[C. Rose]

I'm guessing Returned means brought back from the dead. I like the term "Survivor beef". I didn't catch on the first time so I'm glad you repeated it. I like the line "died drunk and it carried ..."