Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 57

Lost and Not Yet Found

For the last several years, I had walked this earth as a perpetually rotting mockery of life.  I woke in a morgue with a toe tag that read simply, John Doe.  I was found by Katherine, who adopted me as a surrogate sibling.  She taught me just about everything that I know now.  She save me from becoming a feral beast like many others, even though I had no idea what they were, at the time.  I found others who I developed a close friendship with.  Carl, Markel and several others were always there for me.  Hell, even Sophia, the crazy Normie seemed to tolerate my existence.

But what if I lost all that I had built.

Everything gone.

Most emotions that I knew were pale imitations created by our memories of our former lives.  Even though mine were buried somewhere, it was done without thought, so an automatic response to being hit would be to suffer a phantom pain.  Yet we didn't actually feel the pain.  Despite all of that, right now, I felt absolute terror sink its fangs into me.

I may not want to continue my existence as a walking corpse, but to exist without a mind as a feral beast was beyond even my low standards.  I jumped to my feet and started pacing back and forth, agitated, "Kat, I can't become feral.  I won't become feral.  That would be worse than what I have now."  I felt Katherine place a hand on my shoulder and turned to face her.  Her face may be grisly and mangled, but underneath that, I saw the same kindness that saved me.  She leaned against me and wrapped me in a hug.

Hugs were not common amongst us undead, but Katherine was obviously trying to comfort me.  Under normal circumstances, I would have been, but now things were different.  Katherine was cold.  Her body held no heat, no life.  I remembered when I shared a brief embrace with Sophia, the warmth and life of her.  My head swam with the horror of our existence and what could be waiting for me.

Sophia rose and wordlessly wrapped her arms around Katherine and I.  I felt Katherine stiffen, but remain silent.  We all stood together a few moments before Carl joined our embrace, grumbling, "I felt left out."

Katherine stepped on one of his feet, I stepped on the other.  He yelped and staggered backwards, I growled, "A*s," at the same time Katherine did and Sophia let out a short laugh.  We separated and Katherine sat back down beside Carl, who inched away from her, she ignored him and said, "We will make sure that doesn't happen, John."

Despite everything, I felt worse than before.  But for the sake of the others, I put on a smile that I hoped wasn't as fake looking as it felt.

Author's Note

Blegh. I seriously need to go all the way back to the beginning and rewrite all of them. The dialogue all the way back needs a serious overhaul. Not to mention the personality of John has been too erratic. But besides that, you know what would be fun? An interview with John. As if this was a movie and he and the others simple actors. That are zombies.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Im loving it. Don't be hard on yourself! Though in the first paragraph it should be saved not save.

[wagonburner]

Yeah, I saw that too. In my defense, I took a hiatus for a looooong time. I thought nobody else was reading these anymore, so there was no pressing need to correct. Kinda surprise you have the endurance to return to my little corner. Welcome back!.....I say a bloody month later.