Life Of The Dead

My Boyfriend's Back

Brian stood in front of the sliding door that led from the backyard patio into the house.  He watched as the tasty morsel set on the couch and starred back at him.  Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to smash through the glass door so he could get to the tasty little morsel.
He swayed back and forth a little trying to figure out what he should do to get it to come to him.  Yes that is what he wanted.  He wanted it to come to him.
But he waited. Not letting impatience get the better of him.  Waiting a little would make the tasty little morsel taste so much better.
Brian's patients is what set him apart from the others that were rooting around in the yard.  His patients went against everything he was, everything he was feeling, but he held on to it.
He starred at the tasty little morsel as it leaked its juices out of its eyes and onto its cheeks.  He almost smiled, but didn't.  It was going to taste so good when it finally came to him and offered itself up to his appetite.
This confused Brian a little.  Why was waiting going to make it taste better?   Did the tasty little morsel use to mean something to him?  Or was this some kind of game he liked to play?  He wasn't sure.
No, that wasn't right.  The morsel did mean something to him.  But what? He wasn't sure. So he stood and watched it as he tried to think.
It had a name, didn't it?  The tasty little morsel he watched and waited for.
Jill?  No.
Kate?  No.
John?   No.
Sarah?
That was it!  It's name was Sarah.  He almost smiled at remembering its name, but didn't.  In fact, he almost frowned at remembering its name.
Why would it's name make him want to frown when clearly it should make him want to smile.  Especially when he knew that it would come to him so he could eat it?  That didn't make any sense.
Brian had no idea how long he had been watching the tasty little morsel named Sarah, but he knew that he had a connection to it that would make it all worth while once he could sink his teeth into its living flesh.
Then something totally unexpected happened.  The tasty little morsel named Sarah got up and left the room.  Panic started to take what was left of Brians mind as he realized that he had just lost his prize.
In his panic something inside Brian's mind fell into place and he could remember exactly how he felt about the tasty little morsel named Sarah.
It had loved him, and at one time he might of loved it as well.  But now...  He hated it.  It was it's fault that things had turned out like they had for him.  That is why he played this game now.  That is why its meat would taste so good in his mouth.
Brian had met the tasty little morsel named Sarah at a friend's house. They were watching some stupid movie that he could not remember nor bring himself to care about.
The tasty little morsel named Sarah was the perfect girlfriend material.  It was popular, pretty, and it's parents had a lot of money.  The only problem was the physical part of the relationship.
Brian could get all the hugs and kisses he wanted from it, but that was as far as anything ever went.  He had wanted more.
So he took up with another little morsel on the side named Beth.
Beth was not vary popular, or pretty, but it would do whatever Brian would tell it to, just to feel needed and loved.  Best of all, it would keep it's mouth shut for fear of Brian leaving it.
It was the perfect setup.  That is until Sarah found out about Beth.
Not only did Brian lose his picture perfect girlfriend, but the otherone got real clingy after that.  Not to mention that when word got out about the breakup and why it happened, Brian instantly became a real scumbag in everyone's eyes.
After a week of being treated like crap from everyone and called every name in the book, Brian had had enough.
He had called the little morsel named Beth and told it to meet him for dinner.  This would be his first step to coming out on top of things.
Even though dinner was nothing more than burgers and fries at a fast food place, the morsel named Beth was happy to be out with him.  Brian had laughed at it when all it ordered was a salad and tea.  But it didn't care, it thought that Brian really cared for it.
Brian had finished half his burger and was about to drop a bomb on the happy little morsel named Beth, that he was sick of looking at it and wanted nothing more to do with it, when he was interrupted  by one of the morsels that worked at the fast food place they were eating.
It looked sick.  Something was clearly wrong with it.  But it had Gone to work anyway that day.
It told Brian that it was one of the tasty little morsel named Sarah's friends.  So Brian told it to go boil it's face in the deep frier, but it kept smiling at him.
It asked him if he had enjoyed his burger with the special seasoning before it started coughing.  Between it's coughing, it got out enough to let Brian know that it had spit in his burger for what he had done to the tasty little morsel named Sarah.
Before Brian could get to his feet and punch it in the mouth, it fell to the floor coughing and spitting up blood.  Brian had just starred at it for a bit, until someone screamed.  He looked up, but the morsel that had screamed was not looking at the now dead body on the floor.  They were looking out the window.
Outside a lot was going on.  People were running around attacking one another.  Not just attacking each other, no.  They were killing one another.  Everything looked rather one sided as far as who was winning the attacks outside.
All anyone inside could think of to do was watch.  But then two things happened at once.  First, one of the attackers outside came through a window.   Others stopped what they were doing to follow.
Second, the dead spitting employee got to its feet.
Brian wasted no time grabbing a chair and smashing the dead fast food employee back to the ground.  He then ran for the back of the place.  The little morsel named Beth followed him with a few other people and attacks following as well.
The morsel named Beth grabbed ahold of Brian's arm and started to ask him what they were going to do.  But Brian quickly realized that it was just going to slow him down, so he kicked it in the leg to get it to let go of him.  Which it did, but only because Brian had inadvertently broken it's leg with the force of his kick.
Brian ran into a storeroom and locked the door behind him.  The screams coming from the morsel named Beth were shorter lived than Brian would heve expected, but he had his own problems now.
There were no windows or any other way out of the storeroom.  He was stuck.
Brian decided to try and wait things out.  Maybe the attackers, who were now pounding on the door trying to get in, would get bored and leave.
Brian had no idea how long he was in the storeroom, but three things became clear to him while he was in there.
First, it came to him that the attackers must be Zombies.  That is why that loser that had spit in his burger had gotten back to his feet after he had clearly died.
Second, while waiting things out, Brian could feel himself getting sick.  He was having small coughing fits and had already vomited once.  He must have caught whatever it was that jerk that spit in his burger had had.  This made Brian afraid that he was doomed to become a Zombie as well.
Third, this was all the tasty little morsel named Sarah's fault.  It was it's fault that he had to try and fix his life after the world had turned against him after the breakup.  It was it's fault that he was sick from having his burger spit into.  Somehow he had the overwhelming urge to blame it all on the tasty little morsel named Sarah.
Not sure if it was the sickness making his head swim or something else.  He just felt blind rage at his situation, and someone had to pay for it.  So why not the tasty little morsel named Sarah?
Finally Brian could not take it anymore.  He was coughing and vomiting more than he was breathing now.  It had to stop.  He went to the door and unlocked it.
With one last deep breath, he opened the door.
The dead people on the other side just starred at him for a moment, then walked off.  This confused Brian for a moment, then he realized that he was one of them now.
He almost smiled at this, but didn't.  He was hungry, but knew that that would have to wait, for he had somewhere to be and something to do.
Brian was not sure how long he walked around on the blood soaked streets, he just followed wherever it was his feet was leading him.  Until finally he found himself starring at the tasty little morsel named Sarah through the glass door.
But now it was gone.  He waited too long.  The tasty little morsel named Sarah had left.
And when Brian had decided to leave, it showed back up.
He watched as it walked up to the glass to look at him.  It had some ground up dead animal in its hand that Brian could care less about.  The tasty little morsel named Sarah was the real prize here.
Brian could not remember what he was thinking about before it had come back to the room and crossed it to the door, but he was sure that it was not important now.
It slid the door open a little and held out the dead animal to him.  But Brian didn't want that.  He just grabbed it's hand and ripped the tasty little morsel named Sarah right out of the house.
It looked up at him as he brought it's hand up to his mouth.  It's eyes were so longing, so pleading, so full of...
Brian hesitated for a moment. It had some fear in its eyes, but there was also love.  Did Brian love this tasty little morsel named Sarah?
He thought about it for only a moment before he dug his teeth into its flesh.  No he did not love it, he was quite sure he never did.  He had a quick flash in his mind of the time just before he died when it was so hard for him to think about anything, and from that he was sure that he hated it.
So this whole thing must have been about revenge.
The tasty little morsel named Sarah tasted so good that Brian almost ran the others off when they came over and started ripping off pieces of its flesh for themselves, but it was too good not to share, so he let them be.
Brian briefly remembered that someone had once said that revenge is sweet.  He did not remember who had said that, but they were wrong.  Revenge was...  Why was he thinking about revenge?  He didn't know, nor did he care.. It was time for him to join the others in eating a tasty little morsel named something or other, he couldn't remember.