Zombie Town

Chapter 7

"Reegan passes it to Seton. Oh! Seton makes a touchdown!" announced the score keepers at the football game. "Looks like Holdenburg's winning tonight!"

I didn't know why I was there. Was it to take my mind off of the fact that another one of my bodies had been found? Or was it because I wanted to support Greg? Yes, Greg...

No. I shouldn't be feeling that way. The last time I let a man love me, he took my heart and broke it into tiny little pieces. But there was just something about him that made me want to give in. Besides, we could never be a couple, I would probably eat him. 

Something was terribly wrong. Every time I went hunting, the body would be found. I buried them as if nothing was there but it seemed like... like someone was digging them up to frame me or something. If the humans found out about me, then I was a goner. 

Ever since I hung out with him after school and he planted one on my cheek, I've been getting weird feelings towards him. Was it possible that I was beginning to fall for a human? 

Nah. That's crazy I decided. 

I didn't get the concept of football so I just cheered whenever other people did, which was constantly. It turns out that I was cheering for the other team and people gave me funny looks when I did so because they noticed that I was wearing a Holdenburg tee shirt. 

After many attempts of trying to understand the sport, people began to pack up and leave so I did the same. As I walked past the boys locker room, I noticed that Greg was trying to open his car door while he held his sports bag in the other hand. He had sweats on and a dark sweater with the hood pulled over his head. 

"Hey Seton!" I called. "Good game tonight!" He didn't respond. I figured he was wearing earphones and listening to his iPod or something. 

I walked right up next to him as he jammed the keys into his car and pressed a button on his keychain. 

"Dammit, why won't you open?" he muttered. 

"Need some help there?" I asked. 

He didn't reply. Gingerly, I pulled his hood down and saw nothing in his ear. He wasn't listening to music. He truly was ignoring me. 

"Greg," I said louder and firmly. "Dude, you need help?"

"No I don't," he spit. 

"What's wrong?" I asked gently putting my hand on his shoulder for comfort. 

He tightly grabbed my hand away from his shoulder and threw it down at my side. "I can't believe I trusted you!" he exclaimed shaking his head. "Out of all people, you. Seriously? I'll tell you this, I sure didn't expect that from you Justine." He breathed. 

"You played it good too," Greg added. You could hear the echo of the anger in his voice. It was the two of us and our cars in the parking lot.

"What are you talking about? What did I do?" I asked even though deep inside, I already knew. 

"What were you planning to do with me anyways? Was I just going to be another one of the bodies found on TV?"

I froze and his words burned into my skull. "You know," I assumed. 

"Just stay the hell away from me Justine. You're a monster and I never want to see you again." I couldn't help but let the warm tears over flow in my eyes. My cover was blown and I would surely die. The worst part was that Greg didn't like me any more. All part of any humanity left in me had vanished for good. 

With all the courage I could gather up, I forced myself to get into the car. It was warming up when Greg opened the passenger side door.

"I need a ride."