Story: Curiosity Killed The Z's
Tribute to Cassidy Marx
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I am sitting in the back of the truck, only I can see myself, sitting next to Him. Smiling, laughing, like nothing is wrong.
The scene suddenly changes, the sky darkens and I'm back in my own body, standing beside the truck. I can't ignore the churning in my stomach as I look around . I shuffle a bit, my runners shifting rocks under them.
Their bodies are strewn over the ground, like nothing, like nothing my friends ever did meant anything. And it seems as though it is that way now, as I spot Murphy's corpse a few feet away, his throat slit.
My breath catches in my throat and I raise my hand to cover my slacked jaw. Because at my feet, Ten Thousand is lying, a slash from a knife across his throat. It was done recently, because he's still bleeding out.
I sob, screaming for someone to help, but I can't even hear my own voice. His eyes stare at me, wide and full of sadness. I look down at my feet, they're bare and covered in fresh blood.
But I could have sworn I had shoes on.
As I look up again, I come to find 10k lying motionless on an unmade bed, beside him is a knife, my knife. I raise my hands up to my face, staring at the bloody prints on the handle of the blade and back at myself.
I'm covered in blood.
I close my eyes and scream out for him to come and save me (like I have only a few times in the conscious world), but he won't be coming this time.
When I open my eyes, I'm standing in front of a mirror. The weirdest part about what I find in my reflection is not the vibrant red of human blood, it's the white night gown that I'm wearing. It's obviously stained with blood in many places. But I've never worn a night gown, not before the apocalypse, not during it at all, not ever.
I survey my dark hair and pointed chin, everything. But something isn't right still, it doesn't make any sense.
It looks as though I was completely clean before I was covered in blood, like I was sleeping in that bed before-
A growl makes me jump and stand up 100% straighter. I look over my shoulder in the mirror and see a raven haired Zombie standing in the doorway. The way it stands there, it makes my blood run cold in my veins. I whip my head around, spinning to face the mindless intruder.
The bed to my left is empty, and it's stained with blood, but 10k is gone.
"No." I whimper, looking back to the aggressive, fresh Zombie. It looks at me with those wide, puppy dog, eyes, but they're no longer ocean green, or anything close to it.
They're empty, and silver, and deadly.
"No, Ten." I sob, cautiously taking small steps towards him. "Who did this to you, Baby."
At the last word, the Zombie springs to life, sprinting at me and throwing me into the mirror. I land on my back, among glass shards and chunks of wood.
I look up just in time to see 10k pounce again, landing with his feet on either side of my body.
"NO!" I scream, I turn my head to the side, shielding my face with one arm and holding myself up with the other's elbow. I cringe and spot something shining beside me. As I look closer, I see it's my knife.
