Contagious

part thirteen

Now that Daron was helping Felix find zombies he had to go to locations he requested.

For his first interrogation he had to go to Nebraska. Felix handed him a photo along with the name.

It was a 27 year old named James northwick. He looked like any standard adult, but it was obvious that his hair was dyed. He wasn't sure how he would approach him, so he waited for an opportunity.

He walked around the streets of Omaha, tracking the man. He could see his shilloette through a building.

It was a tavern, from what Daron could see it looked like he worked there. He zoomed over to the back of the bar, where the man was alone.

"So... James northwick?" Daron called from the dark.

"Who the fuck are you?" He answered. He had a slight eroupean accent. He wasn't from America.

"I came here to ask you something. Its a very simple question." Daron approached him, his face was now visible.

"Wait a minute. I recognize you, you're a guitarist from somewhere..." James tried to figure out Daron's identity.

"I... don't know what you mean. My names... uh, Micheal. And you're a zombie" He bluntly said.

"What?! Who the fuck are you?! Get the fuck outta my face!" James got angry.

He tried to throw a punch at darons face but was caught off guard when he dodged the punch seemingly at lightning speed.

"One of the many zombies in the world." Daron continued.

"Okay... what do you want with me?" James admitted to being a zombie.

"You're hungry. And you're only going to get hungrier. I have something that will help." Daron handed James a cooler. He opened it up and his face seemed to go pale.

"You'll only need to eat them for two months. Afterwards you'll have to deal with not being able to taste." Daron informed.

"Hold on how the fuck am i-" James was interrupted by daron zooming out, dissapearing in seconds.

"See ya. I'm done with this shit."
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"So, how did it go?" Felix asked.

"Peice of cake. Package delivered." Daron mocked.

"Good. There's a lot more where that came from."

"Oh no, fuck you." Daron glared.

"Hahaha! Kidding! Me and your freind agreed to once a month. Especially since I kind of made you both do it against your will." Felix nervously giggled.

"Not really. I could just kill you and it would be over with." Daron shrugged.

"Yeah. Good luck with that." Felix teased.

"I'll see you in a month. Or maybe I'll bump into you at your next concert." Felix got ready to leave.

"My next... but we already finished our... oh fuck it whatever." Daron left the room.

I'm not sure where the story is going at this point. Thanks for reading this pile of shit
-Dfaced