Becca's POV
Where are we going...? What could be explained? What IS there to explain?
I'm as clueless as you.
Ditto.
We walked for hours. I should've been tired, my body aching, but...being a zombie had those perks of little pain. I still would've given anything to be human again.
It was nighttime by the time we reached...wherever we were. The female zombie looked back at me with a stern face. "Y-You must go thr-through a test before we al-allow you in. D-Don't worry, we d-do it to all n-new zombies."
I nodded. Whatever was happening, I just wanted to get through it so I could search for....
I...can't.... Not anymore....
I sighed heavily as we went into a building. It looked a lot like an abandoned factory. Red-rusted steel machinery outside, faded bricks, FREAKING HUGE.
As we entered, another zombie who had been sitting stood up and walked over to us. "A n-new one, eh? Quite young, s-she is." (Yoda, anyone?)
The female whispered something to him. Unfortunately for her, I heard what she said, and I was baffled. "She...m-might be the o-one. She's l-lost her vocal c-cords. Not m-many can't sp-speak."
He nodded, which was a little awkward since his neck muscles were very clearly decayed. Eugh.
He led me into another room with fruit on one table and.... Oh, God! Is that a human arm?!?!
Eugh. Yes.
That's disgusting as crap.
A human arm on the other table....
There was a chair off to the side of the fruit table. He sat in it. "You m-must be hu-hungry. Go a-ahead and eat wh-what you want."
I glanced at the arm and shivered. Eat what I want? Obviously I'd want the fruit.
I walked over to the table with the fruit. There were 2 apples, fresh, and an orange, also fresh. I dug into the orange, a little messily, to my embarrassment.
I heard a slight gasp from the man, but I ignored it and continued to eat. It feels like forever since I'd eaten.
"That's im-impossible.... Any hu-hungry zombie would go str-straight for the a-arm, not th-the fruit...."
I finished my food and turned back to the zombie, staring. He could clearly tell I was confused. I also want to know...why isn't he eating it, then?
He stood up, determination on his face. "Redemption...." He whispered. He left the room, leaving me with the arm. I walked over to it in disgust.
If you're disgusted, why are you walking to it?
To get rid of it. Eugh....
I picked it up in the cleanest spot possible and threw it in the corner at the far end of the room. Eww....
After a few minutes, the man zombie returned with grim look on his face. "C-Come. The teller wi-wishes to see y-you."
Teller...?
Apparently.
Teller of what, though?
Beats me.
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