Heavy duties

Stockholm Syndrome

It had been a few weeks since we stayed there in the bar, safe and sound. At first, it felt like I was being hostile; the thought of forgetting about the vaccine made me very stressed. I hoped that Warren and the rest of the group would find us and save me but as each day passed by, I started to give up and believe in what Murphy said. I guess it was the propaganda that just worked for me. For a small period of time, I almost felt safe. At least I didn't have to watch out for the zombies anymore. My shoulder was healing very well and the baby inside me was growing at a rapid speed. To the point where I started to question if it was even normal. 

The weirdest part was the relationship between me and Murphy which seemed to grow tighter each day. Or I guess it's only natural since he was the only human ( or something like that) I could talk to. He was very caring towards me, making sure I was always comfortable, which didn't suit his personality at all. It was weird to see him care about someone else rather than just himself. 

The problem was that there was really nothing to do. After all, these years of running around it felt weird to just rest and eat. Murphy was using his time to train the zombies to do the weirdest tricks ever. He kept dressing them up as whatever he felt like but yet he insisted that he cared about his precious little zombies that thought that he is the god. At this point, we already knew that if he would bite someone, they wouldn't turn into a complete zombie but rather into a half-human half-zombie that would obey every single command he'd give them which was totally freaky. 

- '' Hey Y/N, come check this out'', Murphy called me and made me sit down on a bench right in front of the stage. I knew already that I was about to get some kind of weird zombie show but it could be anything at this point. 

- '' This is the greatest so far; say hello to Miranda'', he said, all excited, as a female zombie crawled onto the stage while wearing some really sketchy stripper outfit. She grabbed the pole on the stage and started to spin around it. 

- '' Wow, great'', I said in a monotone voice. 

- '' Wait, it gets better'', he said and sat next to me. The zombie kept picking up the speed until her hand just ripped off and she fell off the stage. Murphy was clapping to the show and I was just staring at the zombie who had no idea what was going on. 

- '' Alright, so what's next? A prostitute?'', I asked and regretted it immediately because knowing Murphy, he'd probably make it happen. 

- '' Pfft, that's not hard, I just don't think there is anyone who wants to test it'', he answered. 

- '' I thought you'd be first in line''. 

- '' Who do you think I am? I enjoy the warmth of a real woman'', he said as he winked at me which, to my surprise, made my stomach twist. 

- '' You can just heat up a zombie'', I kept giving him ideas even if I was just joking. 

- '' Or bite someone, I guess they are more human then'', I continued. 

- '' I could. But I won't. I already know what I want'', Murphy answered and wouldn't take his eyes off of me. 

- '' What do you want?'', I was almost holding my breath. He smirked at me before leaning away. 

- '' Good luck trying to figure that out'', he said as he got up and disappeared, leaving me there all alone with my completely new sensations. 

For some odd reason, after that, I started to feel different about him. Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome or maybe I was going mad in this dim-lighted bar, but I couldn't focus on anything anymore. I kept looking at Murphy all the time and I almost felt jealous when he gave all his attention to the zombies, especially the female ones. I guess that's how a human mind works. But I felt like I had to have him, make him mine or something. Or maybe I was just going totally crazy and it was the fact that he was the only human contact I got left.