Some Random Stories ig

{WIP} The Virus Within: Raptor

They got fleshy wings that can be extended from their backs. Capable of changing its colours to camouflage and wrapping it around themselves (and others) to perfectly blend in. They carry no scent and spend most of their days flying through the skies anyways. They naturally form flocks and are the only zombie type that has no blood thirst directed at humans, instead they have a strong desire for any kind of poultry, leading to many mistaken chicken attacks at surviving strongholds.

- Really strong nails that are retractable

 - wings

 - camouflage

 - sharp eyes sensitive to abrupt changes in lighting (abrupt flashes from a flashlight at night are damaging) but are fine if they can adjust with the natural light from the moon and sun.

- barely any smell, only the strongest scents make it through, can only scent humans and birds as strong as a nightstalker, everything else is incredibly muted

- very fast metabolism so need to eat every few hours

- no sleep required

- have a whistling birb language (including wild ones but they only know the simplest words)

- eyes are as good as a terror

- 1 in 50 million are a Raptor

- make up for hearing by using air currents as a 6th sense

- don't really got a place in the hierarchy, are free to challenge and be challenged by anyone

- average hearing for a runner

Maybe get a better name than George, idk.

{George POV}

The night stutters to life with the sounds of insects as the sun finally rests behind the peaks of mountains on the horizon. A blanket of stars glistens across the night sky, free of light pollution to shine as much as it wishes to.

Ever since the apocalypse started it seems as if nature has returned full force. Mother nature had overgrown gardens in a matter of weeks, trees established themselves from cracked roads by the end of the first year, animal populations had skyrocketed all across the world as barely any humans are left to chase them away.

My legs sway back and forth as they hang over the edge of the branch I'm currently perched on. A deer is examining a bush below me, unaware of the potential danger lying in the branches directly above it. Lucky for it though, I'm not your typical man-eating zombie.

Quiet whistles can be heard from the surrounding branches as the rest of the group starts organising tonight's hunt. There are four of us in total, Tweety, Lipgloss, Pineapple, and myself, George. When I met them a few months ago they didn't have any name tags so I needed to take creative inspiration for their names. Unlike me, the three of them aren't sane, having lost their sanity most likely straight after turning as their mind couldn't handle the strain.

From what I've heard, sane zombies are relatively rare as they require to be a runner or higher to even have a chance at combating the blood lust that fogs their minds. We Raptors don't need to worry about that though, for some reason we don't experience the same 'bloodlust' that they have towards humans. Instead, our biology has directed it at anything that's feathery or has wings. So as long as no humans have evolved wings in the past decade then they should be safe.

Now you're probably thinking that Raptors have it incredibly easy to stay sane but you're wrong again. When we first turn we don't only experience seizures. We are also required to grow a pair of wings from our backs. That puts a lot of strain on our minds, and if you aren't strong enough, it snaps your mind completely and you lose your sanity. As far as I know, I'm the only Raptor to have ever survived the transformation with my mind intact.