Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 13

A Little Projectile, A Little Chunky......* ** *Caution: Contaminated Matter Detected **This one is a little nasty, folks

I was more than a little amused at the play put before me.  On one hand, I wanted to yell at them all, call them idiots and drama queens and a number of choice vulgarities; on the other, I wanted to start eating people.

Hey, I never said I was a nice guy.  Y'all assumed that.

Francine walked to Murphy and knelt next to her, "I'm sorry, but we do have to think or everyone else.  Of course you can stay, just know how this is going to end.  We've all seen it.  We've lost too many.  Our lives have been torn apart by this, and all we can do is try to survive and make a life for ourselves in the hope of a better future.  Our better future is in each other and the children."

Awwwwwwww.

HURK!

Jesus, gag unto me with a spoon, O Lord.

I won't torture you with her, quote, inspiring, unquote, speech.  For a good five minutes she went on.  I almost wanted Mister Table Leg Max to clout me again.

Almost.

Everyone seemed to be a little less depressed after her monologue.  Even Murphy seemed to be a bit less pale.  Everyone was nodding at each other and some even began to smile.  Max walked up and put a hand on Francines' shoulder.  They looked at each other with a look only lovers could give each other.  He whispered something into her ear and kissed her cheek.  He wrapped her in a hug and they smiled together.

The smell of my vomit must have been pretty offensive.  Everyone started groaning, and holding their noses.  Everyone pulled a little away from me.  "Goddamn!  What the hell did that thing eat!"  Someone gagged.

Heh.  Heheh.  Hehehehehe!

Ruined THEIR moment.

"Oh, God!  I think I see part of my calf!"  Murphy looked a bit sick.  One person gave a strangled laugh.  Okay, THAT wasn't me.  Apparently, the other Normies thought the person was weird, because they gave a lady nasty looks all 'round.  Francine was practically frothing, "If you think that is so damn funny, Sophia, you can clean it up!  And while you are at it, YOU are going to watch over that thing!"  "What?!"  She cried, incredulously.  Everyone grumbled in assent and started leaving the room en masse.  Someone helping Murphy.

Soon Sophia and I were left alone.  She stared at me from across the room, the smell of my bile wafting through the room.

So, I thought to myself, Come here often?

Author's Note

As a result of missing last Friday, there shall be two this time.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Has our unconventional Romeo found his Juliet?! Heh, star-crossed lovers, one living one dead. The Heheh heh's was a perfect response to the rhetorical question.

[C. Rose]

to think or everyone (of everyone else)

I like how happy he was about ruining their moment.

I'm interested in Sophie.

[wagonburner]

To be honest, I was a little worried the nastier parts of this one would kinda bother people. I'm twisted enough to find it funny still. What think?