I'm glad the world ended

Ch 2

"Come oon" I whispered annoyed as I dangled a piece of meat from a tree. I watched how the zombie simply walked past it like it was nothing. I frowned, this wasn't quite what I expected. I began to move the leg like how it would if it was still attached to the deer that was now in a bag on my back and saw how the zombie began grunting and growling while approaching it. I let it float away a bit before I hauled it up so the zombie won't see me when he followed its way. I grinned to myself, proud at what research I was doing, for my own good as well but still. 'So it seems that they only go after the living. The researchpeople must have wanted to create a virus to let their enemy eat each other or something' I rolled my eyes at that thought. 'They are so stupid'. I waited until the zombie walked away before I came down and walked silently towards the tree where I had built my camp. It had already been about 3 months past the outbreak and honestly, I haven't encountered much living as I stayed in this forest. The upside of that is that there aren't a lot of zombies either. Not that that couldn't change, after all they seem to travel straight until they are distracted, then they bend.

A huff escaped my mouth as I climbed the rope ladder and hauled myself inside of the treehouse. I pulled the ladder inside and laid down on my bed made of leaves. A stupid smile painted my lips as I thought about the comparison of leaves to that metal table. It's quite laughable actually as I was happy with the downfall of humanity while laying on leaves and living in a treehouse. I chuckled to myself and stared at the ceiling. "Somehow I miss the company though. Not of the labcoats, those can die. But I miss talking to the occasional labrat. Not that it happened often, but about once a month they let me interact to study my behaviour with others. I really love explaining things to myself don't i? maybe I'm slowly going insane and become a corpse" I paused. "Maybe if I act and smell like one they won't notice! But that may be too risky. Hmmm. I'll just figure it out when I encounter the first humans" I chuckled to myself.

I didn't notice when I had fallen asleep, but I was rudely awoke by voices coming from a few trees away. I groaned softly and pulled myself up to look out of the window. I did good with covering the house in leaves. It looks less like a treehouse like this. I yawned lazily as two men came in sight. 'If they don't notice then imma let them be' I thought to myself. My green eyes blended in the leaves and watched as the two men passed by.

"You sure the facility is this way? And are you sure it's even safe?!" one said worried. The other groaned, the question was probably often asked. "I know it's this way and the chance it's safe is big, the safety measures they took there were awful, but awfully convenient now" one sighed. I frowned, 'Should I tell them? Nah humans dying isn't that bad. Besides, they still have a long way to go'. As the travellers became too small to see I smiled and leaned against the wall. "lucky that people don't look up. Lucky for them" I smirked but soon a sigh escaped my lips. "God this is boring" I muttered staring at the floor seeing my bare feet. They were dirty and they had become quite callused over time. I pulled my feet closer to my torso and inspected it with a frown. "Well at least I don't need to hunt for new shoes every time. I should do something about my clothes. And my body. Yeah probably should" I sighed as I let my foot go and picked up a few stones and dropped them in my pocket before I climbed out grabbing a piece of dried meat from last week along the way. How I would love to have something else besides meat. I nearly miss the dry bread and disgusting soup they mostly gave me when I did actually eat by myself. I grunted and kicked a stick. I began to walk a long way. It seemed like there was no water source close to my treehouse so maybe I should move. Wait. How long can humans even survive without water? I frowned and rubbed my belly. "About a week ago I think? Maybe I have something more to my body than normal people" I muttered to myself concluding I should drink as well as wash myself.

After about an hour or two walking I found the stream of water and grinned. it wasn't the biggest but if you walked in the middle the water came up to your knees. I stripped myself of my clothes and hanged them before I went to the water.

At the first touch I shivered at the coldness and cursed softly under my breath. Then I slowly walked in and began spraying water over myself and drinking from cupped hands. My eyes widened as the cool liquid filled my mouth. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I felt it go through my throat. I greedily drank the water. Only when I had I enough I continued to was myself thoroughly. "Hm. If I was normal would I have cared about my nakedness?" I frowned to myself and gave a reluctant shrug "It's not like it matters anymore". I began humming as I walked back to my clothes and waited in the morning sun to be dry. I breathed in the fresh air which was not blocked by my own scent anymore, you only notice such things when they are actually gone. It surprised me how much I did not care and how happy I actually was. I was now even happier than before I was shipped off to that institute. My dad was a drug addict and my mother was always out. It was a miracle if those two actually survived.

My eyes shot over to the other side of the stream as I heard grunting coming closer. I listened closely and bet on about 3 zombies. I grabbed my clothes and put them on fast before I climbed into a tree and held the stones in my hand as I watched the zombies appear. I grinned, this was a good way to test if they were strong enough to withstand the water current, which was quite strong. I watched in silence as they limbed their way to the water and looked hazily over it before they turned to the side and walked upstream. A smile taunted my lips as I discovered another new thing about the walking corpses. "maybe I can think of a better name for walking corpses. Maybe. Oh I know! Worpsie!" I laughed at the ridiculous name. "That's ridiculous and sounds a bit cute. It's perfect contradict to those monsters" I smirked as I climbed out of the tree. "I should hunt for some clothes" I muttered looking down on the rags that were covering my body. At first they were white, now they had turned brown, dark brown. I sighed with annoyance as I really didn't look forward to look for a bit of society. I looked up at the sun which was already close to the treetops. "Tomorrow" I mumbled before I walked back to my treehouse where I ate some more meat and cleaned the deer of the last day and carefully wrapped it up in the bark of a tree. I used leaves for one but that didn't end well. Until now the bark was the best but it still couldn't be fresh for long. Only when it was dried or roasted it was easy to keep it good, but then you had the problem that worpsies love the fire. It seemed they act on pure instinct. Like how they went upstream, they are attracted to fires because that means life is close. But fire is usually avoided by animals, it's probably because they were humans. I nodded in conclusion and yawned. "ï should sleep" I muttered to myself a good night and closed my eyes. A hole was formed in my stomach and it wasn't asking for food or water, it wanted someone to talk to.

My head was filled with the screams of other subjects in the same room. Only darkness covered my eyes like a hand protecting me from what was happening. I tried to move but a roar escaped my lips as I felt a knife going over the middle of my abdomen downwards. My nails clawed into the metal table and my roaring joined the orchestra. Another knife joined at my wrists and just cut deep enough not to hit a major artery but enough to open up the wound and look at the vessels. I took deep breaths between the roars, my longs working over hours to handle the shock of pain to my body. For hours and hours they would go on. Occasionally putting blood back into my body so I didn't pass out from that. Unbearable pain, to all of us. And for what?! To know why are different?! They all should just shrivel up and starve! Not just simple death, no they need suffering like we have gone through.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes sleepily before I took a look at the sun shining through my window. A yawn escaped my lips before I got up and gathered all my food, stones and my rope before I went out. "I should look for bottles as well, and some canned food" I noted to myself as I began to walk away from my temporarily home. Who knows, maybe I'll return sometime. 

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