Fandom One Shots

MyUniverse-Two Parts

I groaned as I watched the mindless creature stumbled through the suburbs.

"There's a trash can there, moron." I muttered.

As usual, he didn't listen or change his course.

In an attempt to distract myself from the stupidity in front of me, I turned to look at what was surrounding me.

It was depressing.

The world was bleak, a ruinous, ugly scene. The mass fires had raged for weeks, destroying everything in the way. Not many survived.

I wasn't one of those people.

I hadn't believed the reporters. It was a natural distrust of the media, I'd always felt like they weren't being truthful.

That had been the death of me.

I hadn't been burned, like most people had. My building was surprisingly sturdy and had somehow withstood the fire itself, but had collapsed afterward from the damages that it had been sustained.

The rescue crews made up of survivors dug through the rubble, trying to find the bodies of those of us who had died. I watched from across the street, wishing I could help, but ghosts aren't exactly good partners for physical work.

I still wasn't sure what had happened, I just remembered there being a commotion when they found my body, then people began to scream.

"Zombie!"

Not many of the dead had become undead, but my body was, for some reason, in that small group.

So now I spent my days following around my mindless corpse, cursing myself when dead me's body ran into something or did something stupid.

"Will, you can't go down those stairs."

"There's a door there, idiot."

"Honestly, you can't be that stupid. Walk around the wall, not into it."

"William, that's your own arm, stop trying to eat it."

I often wondered if some of the other zombies that I saw had irritated ghosts following them around and ranting about their stupidity. So far it didn't seem so.

Realizing I had stopped moving and my brain-dead other half had wandered away.

He had met up with another zombie, the two of them bumped into each other a few times, then seemed to come to an agreement and moved off, heading north.

"You too, huh?" A voice asked to my left. I turned to see a pale girl who looked to be about 17. I wished I could know what color her hair and eyes were, but she was literally translucent. A closer look at her revealed that she looked rather similar to the zombie that mine had just walked away with, which told me she had mousy brown hair. Still no clue about the eyes.

"Yeah. I didn't know this was possible." I muttered.

"Apparently it is." She sighed. "We should probably follow them."

I nodded and we glided after our bodies.

"They're heading straight for a ditch." The girl said suddenly, sounding like she'd had to deal with this before.

"Are they really?" I rubbed my face in exasperation. "Anything we can do about it?"

"Nope."

We watched as our two bodies tumbled mindlessly into the ditch.

"Will, you're an absolutely stupid piece of flesh."

"Angelica, what is wrong with you. Even someone without a brain could figure out how to walk around that." The girl joined me in berating her body as the two of them tried to climb up the steep sides of the hole.

"Oh, this is a zombie trap." Angelica suddenly said.

"A zombie trap?"

"Yeah. The survivors have started to dig steep sided ditches to trap zombies. They come and check periodically and shoot the zombies."

"Well that's going to suck." I sighed. "Nothing we can do about it though..."

"Very true. Might as well leave them."

We floated off, talking to block out the sounds of annoyed grunting coming from the pit behind us.

"So how did you die?" I asked Angelica.

"Well I survived the fires, my building had a double basement and we all went down into the lowest level, then blocked the door. We were down there for a week before we heard someone tap on the door. My mom opened it. There was a survivor recovery team that had dug us out of the rubble. They helped me and my brother and my parents out, and once our family was out, they started with the other groups, but we left.

"A group of looters ambushed us a day later. Killed all of us. I'm the only one who became brainless though." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at where her body was still trying to scrabble its way out of the ditch. I could see people coming our way in the distance and assumed those were the people that were coming to shoot the zombies.

"So how did you go?" Angelica asked.

I told her and she seemed rather impressed. "Nice. I think it would be less painful to be crushed to death than to be burned alive or stabbed."

"Probably, but it wasn't exactly fun either." I pointed.

"Oh, I'm sure."