In Between
I’m in between.
One of them bit me. The bastard took a chunk out of my upper arm. The fool probably didn’t even know it was an arm. He probably saw me as a walking turkey leg or something. Oh, but he got his dues. I whacked his useless head off with a crowbar I stole when shit got serious.
It got serious about a month ago, and let me tell you, it happened just the way everyone thought it would happen. Some “contained” little outbreak, then BOOM, everyone I know is staggering around like kangaroos tripping on dextro. Not me, though. I knew I was going to fight it. I did well until about a week ago when Mr. Slobbermouth munched on my bicep.
It amazes even me that I’m so coherent. God, I wish I wasn’t. I’m not like them, but I’m just like them. I have the hunger they have, but I have all the guilt and love of humanity that is going to keep me from surviving.
I’m not even sure that I want to survive anymore. I see them do horrible things, things that are starting to drive me mad, and I either get sick to my stomach or find my mouth watering. I don’t want to live if living means I have to watch the destruction of my kind every day.
But then, this means no more hiding. It’s as if they can sense something in me, like they scan for a zombie membership card and find it on me. They leave me alone. I can walk freely among them.
You know how I said I’m just like them? Well, I’m better than them. I’m smarter and have the ability to gain the trust of humans. I found one yesterday, I know where all the good hiding spots are, you see, and Lord was it happy to see me. It grasped my arm and looked into my eyes, saying it was happy to have found someone to fight with. Making sure none of the no-brains were around, I took it with me and hid with it in a storm cellar. I let it fall asleep, then I broke its neck, busted open its head like a coconut, and tore into its meaty brain. The blood complimented it nicely.
For a few moments, I felt bad for what I had done. I saw his body in that stagnant pool of blood, looking as if he was still sleeping, and felt some remorse for the poor, trusting boy. I wondered about his life before the disaster. Was he happy? Did his family love him? Would he have survived anyway?
That acidic guilt rose in me, a constant reminder of my humanity. But there’s at least one thing zombies and humans have in common: the will to survive. And I’m about to do a much better job than either one of them will.
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Credited to Clarissa
First!
Ooooh, human-zombie hybrid! That’s a rather original idea… I like it!
Descriptions were good and nauseating (meaty brain? Ugh) and this was quite creepy in the sense that s/he’s damn well going to survive despite the leftover “humanity”, going to snack on those leftover humans.
Omnomnom. I liked it.
finally, first
Not creepy, just…interesting, I guess. An appropriate image here would be the “Don’t know if want?” one
First pasta ever to make me tear up but not be scared in anyway.
Fail.
“Some “contained” little outbreak, then BOOM, everyone I know is staggering around like kangaroos tripping on dextro.”
Best simile ever.
BUT WHO WAS ZOMBIE???
BUT WHO WAS ZOMBIE???
I liked it! I was so glad to see a new pasta posted, after about a week. The plot was good, and I didn’t see any big errors or anything.
As soon as I read “one of them bit me”, I knew it was zombies. I just knew. I was reading the Zombie Survival Guide, and…
Zombies are creepy. But zombies that can logically think out a problem?
Indestructo-zombies. Scarry crap, man. Delicious.
I will not never get my self bit I will steal a bus board windows put nives stiking out and get a large load of wepons and swords and show those freaks who’s boss if it happens
i liked this one. the writing was good and simple, and i liked how the human/zombie bastard child referred to regular humans as “it.” he would make a cool main character for a videogame.
Cough cough Alex Mercer cough cough
If you’ve never played prototype you wouldn’t know, but they’ve done that before.
Nom Nom Nom ^^
First, I was really excited to see new pasta. Then I was crestfallen because zombie pasta’s all the same. But I ended up really liking this one.
Nice job, Clarissa (explains it all… about zombies).
YAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Interesting.
YAY!!! I most certainly approve of this.
Makes you wonder if there are more human-zombies out there. Or… GASP… if they WALK AMONG US NOW!!!
Nah, seriously, that was goods.
Loved it! great description
PS
R.I.P
Michael jackson
That was awesome.
MOAR!!!!!
Kind of creepy, but mostly fucking awesome.
I was certainly disapointed when I saw the ‘zombies’ shit, but a coherently thinking zombie/human, nice. I didn’t really like this, but I did like the idea.
Badass pasta is badass.
Seconds?
I hate zombies. And not in the good way. In the they’ve-bastardized-modern-horror way. As one can see I’m a little biased on the subject…
Not creepy, but I loved it anyway.
Interesting point of view.
This wasn’t particularly scary – zombies are old-school, and thus most creepypastas about them are boring as shit. Anyway, the man who had his brain ripped out was totally oblivious to the massive chunk missing in his arm? Not likely.