Zombie Town

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Do I have an eating disorder? Sure, I guess you could out that way. But it's not the type of eating disorder where you shove a toothbrush down your throat and make yourself barf. No, I was far off from having that problem. The problem that I was eating too much. It wasn't my fault, I didn't know he was a famous movie actor.

Maybe they'll let it slide. Are you kidding? There is no way they'll ever let this slide! Oh my god, what if they sentence me to death? That's highly unlikely. You never know! My life is so over. 

Sorry, don't mind my self conversations. You might have heard me earlier when I said I ate a famous movie actor. Alec Ballantyne, the stunning hot actor in all the top movies, was my dinner a couple of weeks ago. Because he's a famous contributor to society, I got in trouble. The humans say that he died of an animal attack but that it's hard to determine what animal. Psh, I'm not an animal nor a cannibal. I'm a zombie. 

I'm not your typical slow walking brain mumbling man eater. We zombies are much more sophisticated than that! Sure, in your human movies we have green torn up skin and bad breath. We're not nasty hobos! Haven't you heard of proactiv and mouth wash? Geez. And where did you guys even get the whole stiff arm thing from anyways? My point is, that we're normal just like you. Except for the fact that we're the living dead and we feed on human flesh.

Another inhuman thing about us is that we run fast and have super strength that makes superman look like a total wimp. Right now, you're probably thinking how did a girl so funny and charming like you end up a zombie? Well first of all, you flatter me. I guess I can be funny and sometimescharming. Us zombies have pure epicness. 

Let me explain how the whole zombie thing works. There's a small town named Holdenburg in Ohio and ever since humans first settled there, they believed the creatures of the undead roamed the Earth. I know, it seems stupid to believe in zombies but hey, you gotta believe in something. Anyways, the belief of zombies has been passed on from generation to generation. Even up to this day people still believe in them there.

Back in 1873, one of our people from Holdenburg went out into the city to stock up on supplies an he caught the disease. Then he passed it on to another person and together they planned to turn everyone into zombies. So on that unfateful night in June, they followed through with their plan. Everyone was turned expect for my family. They died in the fire. I refused to be changed but I had no choice. 

Then the towns people that were changed looked up to the mayor and he declared that we moved somewhere else where no one could find us where we would hunt, learn how to handle our hunger, and piece back together our society. Together, we made our coven zombies.

Zombies can't die by being bit. But otherwise, we die like humans can. The transformation takes about a couple of hours until it's complete. 

Like i was saying, Alec Ballantyne. There's a couple of rules in our zombie coven. One: don't get us exposed. Two: don't eat anyone important to human society. Three: don't ever set foot in Holdenburg.

Sure, we have the convicts of stealing and murder but if you break any of those three important rules, you're a goner. Lucky me.

We handled our hunting habits kind of differently than other covens. The people in our coven our spit into several groups when it comes to jobs. We have the barons which is the government. You have the drivers who go out and get basic necessities like clothing so if that a human comes across us, they'll think we're normal instead of seeing 1800's clothes. Of course you have the people that stay at home and then you have the hunters: the people that go out, get the food, and bring them back to the town. If you didn't know already, I was a hunter. 

Also, when we hunt, we eat the bodies and then burn them so they don't change into one of us. 

Mostly, we just hunted hobos and hookers; people that no one would miss. But lately, I got a little carried away with my job. I wanted someone tastier. It started a while ago actually. I would eat more than usual and before you knew it, I was arrested and my trial would be held later. It was the talk of the town and everyone joined in to my trial. 

My palms were sweating as I looked around the long court room. I looked around at the disappointed faces. All people saw in me was shame. A loud banging noise came from the front of the room. I jumped and turned around to face the judge. 

Judge Parshall cleared his throat. "Justine McCaul. You have shown some irrevelant behavior lately. You not only broke one of the major laws, but you caused a lot of attention. Those futile moronic mortals and their scientists! The were this close to knowing the truth," he said making a parallel line with his thumb and pointer finger. 

"Luckily, they're stupid and foolish."

The judge spoke again. "Mr. Hallam, do you have anything that will defend Justine?' My lawyer rose and walked up and down the floor. 

"Judge Parshall, my client claims that she did not know that he was a famous person. Would you be one to accuse her from an unknown factor?" He straightened out his shirt. It was true. I just picked a random delicious looking guy. 

"Well let's leave it up to the jury," he said looking to the group of people to his right. Everyone began mumbling nervously. Mr. Hallam sat back down next to me.

"Really kid? Did you have to eat him? There's no way we're going to win this case. I'm sorry." I moaned quietly. 

Someone cleared their throat. "We the jury find Ms. McCaul guilty of the deed," announced a scrawny man. 

"Well there you have it. Justine McCaul I sentence you to death." The room was filled with gasps. My heart stopped beating. Well it didn't really because I'm dead but... you know what I mean. 

"But you're honor! She's too young!" Mr Hallam exclaimed. 

"She's 200 years old!"

"Well it seems that she's a little immature for here age," he said. My mouth dropped. That was incredibly insulting. 

"Hmm," the judge rubbed his chin. "I suppose you're correct. Justine McCaul, I sentence you to Holdenburg for precisely 30 days where you will learn to tame your hunger and be tortured by the constant flesh. You will act like a human and hopefully learn a lesson. And officer will escort you. Case close," he said as he banged the little hammer against the podium. 

I certainly was not expecting that punishment. It was worse than the death penalty. There was no way I would get through it. Living around humans? Impossible. I would at least have to try. But in the end, I would probably get the brutal death I deserved.