Zombies and Zippers

Chapter 3 - Rhett

A slight drizzle patters on my head and shoulders through the trees. It isn't enough to clean the filth from my clothes, but the fallen leaves under my feet turn slippery. I drop Blake's leftovers into a random hole and pick some gristle out from between my teeth.

No longer a human myself, it's hard to feel remorse over taking a life, especially with the hunger roaring through my veins, but the thrill of the hunt isn't what it used to be. Humans are fat, sloppy, and a lot slower than they used to be.

I run my fingers through my hair and huff in frustration. Sathanas reanimated us twenty years ago. Our bodies decay as we lie dormant in the ground throughout the year, but after a few feeds, we resemble our living selves before we died. Our skin always carries a green hue and our wounds always turn to thick, jagged scars, but last Halloween we fed so well Blake's handsome features gave me flashbacks. His otherworldly powers add an eerie flair to his naturally menacing aura.

I'd follow him anywhere, which is why I'm a zombie servicing Sathanas. If the Keeper had approached me solo, I would've been lost to the hunger, but Blake took charge and kept me in line.

I wander through the trees, working through my memories. When our misdeeds ended in our gruesome deaths, Sathanas stopped our souls from dissipating into the ether and revealed The Knottiverse to us. He didn't give us a choice, per se, but we've hunted and feasted relentlessly since he turned us, offering each ounce of pain and suffering to him.

Where has that gotten us?

Anger builds in my chest, compounding my hunger and pushing me closer to rampaging.

A delicious perfume fills my nostrils, and I know who it is before I even find her.

  The short, curvy brunette with plump lips and expressive brown eyes. When I saw her across the parking lot, I expected to fall into a feeding frenzy.

I don't know what stopped me, but I'm grateful for it. The drizzle hides the sounds of my footsteps as I creep through the woods. I stop at the edge of a small clearing and jerk as a wave of energy pours through my cells.

My heart leaps as I meet the brunette's terrified eyes. She steps back and drops into a fighting stance while reaching into her pocket. My cock twitches as she stares at me with pure terror shining from her brown orbs. Her brows rise when she recognizes me and surprise spears through me when she relaxes and runs her hand over her head, smoothing her ponytail.

I tilt my head and fill my nostrils with her pheromones. Like peaches and cream, she smells sweet and tart. Ripe. Ready for picking.

Mine.

The hunger in my stomach morphs. I don't want flesh.

I want a belly full of her slick.

She releases a relieved sigh, but steps farther away. Lust pulses through my balls and hardens my cock when she swallows and searches the surrounding darkness. Whether she seeks an escape or a rescue, she won't find one. Her friends make so much noise at the campsite no one will hear her scream.

"Your contacts are amazing. Where'd you get them?"

Her feminine voice washes over me, awakening a yearning so profound my sternum aches. A low growl escapes from my chest. She takes a step backward and pulls her jacket tighter around her.

"How did you change your makeup so fast? It was so elaborate earlier. Where did you learn?"

Her voice wavers when I take a step closer.

She thinks I'm human.

I'll have fun proving her wrong.

Blake slinks between the trees and stops right behind her.