Stories Of Horror

Dead

"Dead"

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was walking home from work when I happened to glance down an alley. This rather lanky man wearing a bandana over his mouth had a gun pointed down this woman's through with one hand while he used the other to go through her purse, I guess looking through her wallet.

Now, I'm not the kind of man to play hero but I don't know what came over me. I charged at him and tackled him off of his feet, saving that rather small woman's life. She didn't stay around to see the results, I only know this by the fact I heard her shoes hitting the pavement repeatedly, getting farther and farther away. When this gang banger and I hit the concrete, I heard a loud thud followed by the sound of a pistol going off. We stayed still for a moment as blood pooled around us, before he rolled my corpse off of himself.

Yet here I am, writing this, still no pulse carrying on with my life like I was still a human being. I woke up still in the alley so I guess no one called the police or even cared to. I had to start wearing heavy clothing and a lot of cologne to cover the smell of rotting flesh. It didn't work perfectly, so I just told coworkers I had picked up an extra job at a funeral home.

Besides the rotting and no pulse thing, I am perfectly fine. Well, almost perfectly fine. I can't shake this constant desire to take a bite out of other people, to eat them. I am good at resisting but I don't think I'll be able to do so for much longer. Let's hope this doesn't end up like those movies. My hat covers up the hole in my head perfectly so I don't think people will know how to deal with this, as those movies aren't right.