Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 29

THAT Didn't Go As Planned

We walked in silence for several long minutes, her behind me and to the side.  I was taking random turns, looking for something familiar.  She kept quiet, which made me happy.  I was still seething, for some reason.  I didn't even realize she struck a nerve until now.  What was with me?  It scared me that I didn't even know where that bitterness came from.  Was it a sensitivity I have always had, or was it something that developed during my time in their care?  Bah.

"Bah!"  I grumped.  She spoke tentatively, "What?"  I shook my head, but didn't look back at her, "I have no idea where the hell I am.  I want to get back."

She started walking next to me, matching my steps, "Back?  Where? Do you have a home or something?"  I glared at her and didn't respond.  "What, are you still worried about me killing you?"  She reached over and poked me.

Her finger slid into my arm, past my rotting flesh and tapped one of my bones.  I stopped and so did she.  I looked down at her finger, still in my arm and so did she.  We stood looking at it for a few moments until I spoke, "You wanna-" She withdrew her finger and twisted away, dry heaving.  I threw my arms up in exasperation.  "If you don't like that, why the hell are you following me?!" I growled.  She looked back at me, eyes watering.  A wicked idea crept into my mind.

"Yo, Sophie!" I reached up and pushed one eye into my skull (thankfully it was soft and easily punctured), snorted and spit the eye into my palm and held it up.  She covered her mouth.  I didn't relent, I pulled my jaw clean off with my other hand and waggled my tongue at her, making slurping noises.

She started laughing.

What the hell?

She was laughing hard, tossing her head back with a throaty, full-bodied laugh.  She leaned on me with one arm, wiping tears from her eyes, consumed by hysterics.  " 'Atsch 'o 'unny?"  I slurred, irritated.  She doubled over, howling.  I grunted and slapped my eye back into place and held my jaw in place, watching her, confused.  She slid down to one knee, still holding my arm with one hand, the other hand holding her chest and trying to breathe.  She took her sweet a*s time to recover from her fit and finally stood, still gasping.  I glared down at her hand, still holding on to my arm.  She didn't seem to notice.

"That was the funniest thing I have ever seen!"  She hiccuped.  I watched her a moment.

What the hell was wrong with me?  I shook my head, still holding my jaw in place and started walking again.  She pulled on my arm, not moving.  Her tug made me stop.  I glared at her, "W'at?"  My jaw was still a little loose.

Reviews

[C. Rose]

"her behind me and to the side" feels awkward. Maybe throw in a verb like she followed behind me and to the side.

"she struck a nerve" - "she had struck a nerve"

Quite possibly my favorite moment in Zombies'n'S**t is Sophie poking her finger into his arm.

[wagonburner]

Thanks. As for the arm poking thing, I can just imagine that:
Bloop!
Deadpan: "Huh."