A Bite of Zombie

Chapter 3

Brook took down the undead and held the dagger above the heart. Without

hesitation, she plunged the dagger into the unbeating heart and twisted. She

knew what had to be done. First the heart, then the brain. If one wasn't done,

the undead always returned. After quickly stabbing the heart, she pulled

out her glock and put a bullet between the eyes. Taking a moment, she stared

down at the thing, waiting for something...anything. It was done.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered to the woman who was probably very gentle and

beautiful at one time.

The smell of it's black blood tingled her nostils, making her gums burn

and her stomach ache. She had just fed a few days ago, why was it acting up

again so soon? Gritting her teeth, she fell on her bottom in front of the

unmoving body and scrambled back. She wouldn't feed on something that had been

dead for so long. She couldn't lower herself to such a level. Picking herself

off the ground, she ran to the car, nearly tripping a few times. Making it to

the driver's side, she threw open the door and threw herself into the car. Her

body was shaking so bad, the need making pain wrack her entire body. Wrapping

her arms around herself and shook back and forth in her seat, trying to regain

control of her body. Glancing up into the rearview mirror, she took in her

features. Red eyes, visible veins and...black. Black was bleeding into the whites of her eyes. Covering her eyes with her hands, she drew her legs to her chest and groaned, "No..."

Feed. Feed. Feed. FEED! The words echoed in her mind, a voice that wasn't hers.

"No." She mumbled.

Feed, you'll feel better after. The voice tempted her.

Suddenly she shrieked, the sound animal-like. She wouldn't let the voice

in her head win. Throwing back her head, a sadistic smile brought the corners

of her lips ear to ear. Her red eyes widened as she thought about how crazy she

must be. Now she was hearing voices in her head. Maybe someone should lock her

away. Laughing, she let the tears pour from her eyes, the smile fading away.

She didn't know how much longer she could keep sane. Every days she changed.

Would she be like the undead soon? Would she loose her soul and become a

mindless walking dead? Only after ten minutes did she dare to look into the

rearview mirror again. Her blue-grey eyes were what met her. She was normal

again, but for how long? Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she took a deep

breath. She wouldn't think about it. She needed to keep moving. If...If she would

become one of them, she would kill herself before it happened.