Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 27

Mind-Gutter

Sometime last week, my liver worked for like twenty minutes.  A few days later my bladder did something; kinda wish it hadn't come out my thigh, though.  I also remember when Carl complained about his bowels working.  We mocked him relentlessly.

Glad you could join the party, second brain.

"You didn't answer my question," she pointed out.

I rubbed my temple, "Look sister, I don't know that either.  There are a bunch of things I don't know.  Start asking questions I can actually answer."  She looked a little miffed.

"Hey, how am I supposed to know what you can answer?  Am I supposed to read your mind?"  She snapped.

"That would certainly make this go faster," I thought a moment before adding, "If that were the case, you would probably slap me."  She blushed.  She turned around and threw the jacket on and turned back quickly.  "Nice a*s."  I commented.

She stared at me with an unreadable expression.  "Oops," I said, "That was my outside voice, wasn't it?"  She nodded.  I grinned, "Hey, I calls 'em like I sees 'em."  She stared at me.

"You are a very strange zombie," she muttered.

I rolled my eyes, "Oi, now she notices."  I started walking towards a building.  There was a pause then I heard her footsteps following me.  Once we made it inside, the wind wasn't as bad, so I plopped down on my a*s and sprawled across the concrete, stretching.  When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me; or more specifically, my chest.

"Your cut is completely gone."  She was whispering.  Why was she whispering?  I propped myself up on my elbows and gave her a frank expression, "Yes, yes it is.  One thing I can tell you is that we regenerate and 'heal' from nearly all wounds."

She nodded, "Except for major damage to the head and brain."

I looked away.  I don't know how much I can tell her.  As it is, I am already up S**t Creek with a ladle; but I didn't want to push my luck.  She seemed to notice my reaction and gave me a suspicious look.

"What are you not telling me?  You know something else."  She moved closer, making me uncomfortable.  She pushed, "What can't you heal from?"

I stood quickly and took a few steps away, "Look, I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you.  You might try to kill me."

Author's Note

Yes. I meant to put ladle. Doesn't have the benefit of having a paddle.

Reviews

[C. Rose]

Favorite bits: "start asking questions I can actually answer" "why is she whispering" "I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you. You might try to kill me"

I didn't quite understand "second brain"

I haven't been on Writer's Cafe in ages so it took a while to find where I left off in this story. I don't remember the character names well, but I do remember that the POV zombie was captured and as he escaped she fell with him into a river and now they're stuck together because it'd be dangerous to be alone and lost - that and she wants answers from him.

[wagonburner]

Yarp. As for the second brain, I was making a colorful euphemism for his penis. Y'know. They always say that is where a guy's brain is, what he thinks with and whatnot . Or at least his second brain is located.

[C. Rose]

Ah, and here I was over thinking zombie anatomy like maybe he has a second brain controling him, or zombies have a second brain in their back so that they don't die from head shots.

[wagonburner]

Heehee. Yeah. No. Keep in mind, I ain't that smart.

[unspokenguilt]

Was that my outside voice? Funny! ooh mention of punishments again...what can they do to him? he's all ready undead. Give him the final blow make him good and dead? Turn him human? Imagine if that was a possibility...what reason would the zombies has to remain as zombies then? dun dun dun...sorry got carried away!