Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 7

Memory Loss

Katherine shook her head and gave me a light slap on the back of my head.  "Sorry, but that is the only thing that adds up."  Carl started laughing, "I bet those religious folks have a hard time with that after they are Returned!  Can you imagine that?  'But it is a sin in Gods' eyes!'  Bwahahaha!  As if this whole shitstorm has anything to do with Him!"  Katherine smacked him, "Hey!  Those people are having a hard enough time with their religion as it is."

I chuckled darkly, "Glad I don't have that problem.  Trying to rationalize your existence with notions held in life.  That has got to be difficult."  Carl scoffed, "Yeah, but you don't even remember your life before."  I glared at him, "I'm still not talking to you."  Unfortunately he had a point.  I didn't remember anything from my life before.  It bothered me sometimes; everybody I met remembered their life before they Returned.

Like I said, Katherine adopted me when I Returned.  Without her direction, I would have gone feral, like many of those in the sewers.  I was still rather sore about the whole thing, so I flipped Carl the bird, "Bite me."  Feeling better I was about to look at his reaction when he pulled me suddenly back and bit me.

That a*****e actually bit me.  I mean, I told him to, but........"A*****E!"  I blurted as Katherine howled with laughter.  Carl recoiled away from me, "Goddamn!  You taste terrible!  Ugh!"  Katherine stopped walking, she was laughing so hard.  I glared at both of them, "Screw you guys!"  Carl chuckled, "Dude, after how I responded with your other statement, how do you think that one will roll over?"  This time it was my turn to recoil, "Oh god!  No!"

It took a while for them to recover from their fit.  They were still chuckling as we walked away.  We wandered through the ruined city until we got to a large horde a few blocks away from the Survivor stronghold.  People (or maybe un-people?) were milling around, talking quietly amongst themselves.

Timothy walked up to us, no longer on fire.  "Hey guys!"  Carl waved "Timothy!  You smell better!"

Timothy glared.

"Wow.  What a greeting."  Katherine said.  I chuckled, "But true."  Timothy turned his glare to me, "Eat buckshot."  He walked away as I glared at him and Carl suppressed laughter.  Even Katherine chuckled at that.

Before we could say anything, Philips stood up on a crate and called to us, "Okay folks, time for action.  Into formation."  "Inspiring," I mumbled, Katherine shushed me.  People stared walking.  I turned towards the main street with my comrades.  Before we got to the street, Philips found his way to me, "I thought I saw you in the crowd.  How are you doing, John?"

As we rounded the corner, I put my arms up like many others and and slouched.  What the hell, let's sell it.  I let my foot drag and added a slight moan; what can I say, I like to express myself when I am forced to do this.  Out of the corner of my mouth, "What do you want, Philips?"  He kept his arms at his side but kept his head down, "Hey, c'mon.  What is the problem?"

I scoffed, "Other than you being an a*****e?"  He lifted his head ever so slightly, "Don't be like that.  We are all adults here."

I didn't respond.  In fact I tried to slouch away from him.  "Don't be like that, buddy."  Philips whispered to me.  "Shhh.  You don't want to blow our cover."  Without another word he stumbled the other direction.  When he was far enough away, I whispered to Katherine, "Jesus, I hate that guy!  What an a*****e!"  She paused briefly, "What?" she hissed incredulously.  "He was being nice, how is he an a*****e?!"

"He just is!"  I hissed back.  "God, you are so immature!"  She whispered loudly.  Someone shushed her.

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[C. Rose]

When Carl said "Yeah but you don't even remember" I thought he was speaking generally, not specifically about John.

I like knowing Katherine saved John from going feral. It explains their brother/sister relationship, which I imagine isn't a norm for the Returned.

Hmmm. So Phillip and John are partners in something, but they are keeping that a secret, but Phillip isn't good at keeping the secret. Perhaps they are trying to dethrone Mr. mustache-tophat.