Code Z

Justin

Mr. Harris grabbed a hold of my arm, practically dragging me inside his office. This man has seriously gone crazy. In all of the two years I’ve been dating his daughter, Avery, he’s never laid a hand on me. Sure there are the encouraging pats on the back once in a while but nothing ever this violent or serious and honestly I was a little worried. You see, Mr. Harris is a scientist and I always have these crazy predictions that he will one day just wake up loony. Unfortunately, he chose today to play the “crazy madman scientist” and I, not feeling so lucky, happened to be right where he wanted me.

“Justin, my boy, how about you help me test this out,” he nodded his head towards a plastic test tube filled with a dark greenish liquid. Gross.

I hesitated before I finally answered, “Um…Mr. Harris, I’m not sure this is—”

“Just get in the chair and do what I say if you want to continue seeing my daughter,” Mr. Harris explained, cutting me off. Fear crept into my stomach, making it turn. Mr. Harris’ eyes lit up with amusement as he strapped me down in the chair and said, “Don’t be scared. This will only hurt for the first few minutes,” Laughing, he stuck the liquid in the syringe and started moving the needle close to the inside of my elbow.

My eyes were gazing back and forth between two things; the needle and Mr. Harris. The needle kept coming closer and closer until it was about an inch away from my skin. I couldn’t bare it anymore. I started flailing my wrists, trying to break loose, but it was no use, I was stuck in this death chair. Just as Mr. Harris was piercing the needle into my skin, I spoke.

“Hey, um, Mr. Harris, what exactly are you doing to me?” Sighing, I let it go. He wasn’t going to answer me now. He’s sticking a syringe filled with who knows what into my body! I could die from this for all I know! However, the needle didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I didn’t feel anything at all for that matter. Actually, I take that back; I was feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. My heartbeat was slowing down now and I felt my eyes close.

…

When I awoke I was strapped onto some type of chair. My wrists were strapped down along with the rest of my body. Where was I? An office? How did I get here? I don’t remember anything. Looking around the strange, yet familiar room I saw a man wearing a white trench coat.

“Mmmmbzzzz,” was all I could get out. My tongue felt really dry and even trying to speak slowly and clearly didn’t work. All that came out was moans and a lot of mumbling. As if any of this wasn’t odd enough for me, I had a strange craving for meat; no, more like flesh.

“Ah, you’re up. I’m going to release you now but I have a task for you. Once you do that you can stagger off freely and bite whoever you want,” the man began as he walked over to my chair and unstrapped the restraints. “Here’s what you have to do, my boy. Go to this address and "kill" everyone inside. Trust me, once you get in the building your cravings will go crazy,” He grabbed a pen and scribbled an address onto a tiny piece of paper. After handing it to he looked me straight in the eye and held the gaze for moment before speaking again. “Are we understood?” I nodded and his face went soft. What was going on? Yeah I just found out I’m one of the undead but still, this man didn’t have to look like he felt sorry for me. I didn’t have a choice after all, it was his, and I’m just one of his many puppets. “Justin, I’m sorry.”

All it took was that one word to partially give me my memory back. They all came at once. From scraping my knees in the fourth grade to birthday parties. From birthday parties to family reunions. From family reunions to my first everything, Avery. All of those memories, however, were gone just as fast as they came when the man spoke for the last time. “Go on, now. Make me proud.” And with that I staggered out.

…

I walked for miles, thankful for my literacy skills that haven’t left me yet until I finally found the house. It was pitch black outside but the owners had the front light on, helping my vision. Having a hard time with the door knob when I reached it, I tried knocking my head against the window. Once it finally broke I scrambled inside and used my nose to find the flesh I was badly craving. My nose took me up the stairs (I had to crawl since the undead aren’t necessarily friends with stairs.) and towards the door on the left. Great, more door knobs. Haven’t these people heard of arches? At least those don’t have pesky door knobs. Anyway, using my head once again, the door creaked and opened slightly. Staggering inside the room, I found a boy who smelled awfully delicious, snuggled up in his bed and stumbled towards him. His scent was stronger now; if my tongue could produce saliva, I’d be dripping with it right about now. I grabbed his warm arm and bit it aggressively, waking him up. To my advantage, he struggled, resulting in half of his arm in my mouth. Watching him cry I turned around to find his mother, I assumed, looking at me with a scared expression on her face. I dropped the boy’s arm on the grey carpet which would now be stained with blood and stumbled closer to the woman. She was frozen with fear, thank God, making it easier for me to bite her.

“P-p-please d-don’t h-h-h-hurt m-meeeeeee,” she cried while backing out of the room and over towards the stairs. Once she was two inches away from the stairs she stopped and put her hands up. “You can h-h-have whatever y-you w-want,” Groaning I lunged forward grabbing onto her hair. I pulled her back and started biting her biceps, well the fat on her biceps since she wasn't necessarily fit. She screaming in pain and stumbled backwards falling down the stairs. Assuming my job was done I crawled back down the stairs and staggered out the back door when I saw her. Avery.

When all of my memories came back I saw her just like I see her now. She has a butcher’s knife in her left hand and a hurt expression formed on her face when she saw me. “J-J-Justin, but you can’t. Did my dad do this? Where is my dad? What’d he do to you?!” I just shrugged. I mean I can’t talk after all and it didn’t help that she was asking me all of these questions at once. As expected she began to cry(Does this whole family cry or..?), just like her mother did before I bit her. I moaned and tried grabbing her arm but she resisted and held up the knife more hard core than she did the first time. I tried grabbing for her arm again but she slammed the knife down doing damage to my arm instead of hers. I stared at the stub I now had for an arm. It didn't hurt since I can't feel pain but it was definitely going to be harder to eat my "meals" now but I’d have to cope with what I’ve got.

When I picked my head back up, I noticed Avery was gone and the back door was fully open.  The night breeze was now flowing through the empty house; the smell of death following it. Man was that me? God, I stink. While I staggered out of the house trying to get away from the stench(It didn't work, by the way/) I figured out what I had to do to have Mr. Harris proud. So, I began on my hunt. My hunt for flesh. My hunt for Avery Harris.

 

 

Author's note: Hey guys, can I have 5 votes to upload the next chapter? I hope you guys like this. I think it's going to turn out amazing. The characters are lovely, well maybe except Mr. Harris. Haha Well, vote vote vote! :) xoxo-ash.