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This was really spur-of-the-moment and it was born from listening to If I were a Zombie, nightcore version, for hours on end XD but yeah. Hope you like, tell me what you think and all that jazz! Thanks!!!

~Juria Kurosaki

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BLAM!!!

The sound of Roy's shotgun resounded through the barren streets of the ruins of Central City. The creature he had shot stumbled back as his insides oozed out of the hole in his body that had been made by Roy's gun. The wound, however, only slowed the thing down. It did not kill it. You see, the only way to kill a zombie was to slice the head clean off... That or explode it with a bullet from a shotgun.

"Shit," Roy muttered under his breath, he'd been off his game lately. He reloaded his gun and aimed at the monster before him.

BLAM!!!

This time he shot the head, which was destroyed in a spray of blood and rotted brains. Nice. Now with that problem out of the way, he could continue to the little shop that was believed to still have some useful supplies in it. He would get it quickly then get back to the safety of their heavily guarded camp. He'd gone alone, convincing his two best friend, Riza Hawkeye, that it wasn't too far away so it was pointless to bring a whole team for something that would take so little time to complete. A team would just slow him down.

He quickly reached the little shop, looking around to make sure there were no zoms in sight. When the coast was clear, he slipped into the shop, setting his gun on a table in the shop, out of his way and proceeding to rummage through the cabinets. Jackpot! There were loads of medicine here! This would last the camp for months! He was so caught up in his victory that he didn't realize he was surrounded by the undead until he heard a glass break behind him. He turned and his eyes widened. There had to be at least twelve, all in various stages of decay. His gun was all the way across the room, he would be nowhere near quick enough to get to it in time. And reloading would take too long. He'd never stand a chance with these zombies. He backed against the wall as the zombies shuffled closer and closer to him, all in a circle.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!!!" He mumbled to himself like he was chanting a mantra. He was fucked and he knew it.

Then one lunged with a roar and Roy threw his arms over his face. He didn't want to see his inevitable death. But it never came and Roy looked up. Another zombie had tackled the one that had been about to tear into Roy. It was tearing into it, pulling chunks of flesh out with its teeth. It's nails clawed at the zombie below it until the vile creature stopped moving. When it had, the abnormal thing looked up at the others, who seemed to have sensed that this creature was different. That he was dangerous, and they shuffled away as quickly as they could. The zombie's head then whipped towards Roy, it's single eye gleaming an eerie golden colour.

It stood up, blood and gore dripping from it's mouth and hands. The underside of it's blackened nails were clogged with blood. It's right eye was missing, and it's hair hung long and stringy, down to it's waist. It looked like it might've been blonde. When the thing had still been human.

It approached Roy with the usual slow shuffle of any normal zombie, but it's single eye, with all the emotion blazing in its depths, showed that it was not, in fact, a normal zombie. Roy's body was pressed right up against the wall as the monster approached him. Images flew through Roy's head of the golden-eyed creature tearing him apart with its nails and teeth just like it had to it's fellow zombie. He shut his eyes, bracing for the attack. He could hear the thing's breathing and he could smell and feel its hot, rancid breath. The thing was up in his face, but it wasn't doing anything...

Roy cracked open his eyes curiously and saw the creatures golden eye staring at him, almost studying him, with an uncharacteristic amount of curiosity. The sweat on Roy's brow slipped down the side of his face and the zombie watched it with seemingly avid fascination. It reached out, and brushed the dark-eyed man's face, wiping the sweat away, though leaving the remains of his recent kill on the man's face, then gazing at it's hand only to find that it wasn't visible against it's rotted flesh which was already slick and shiny from the gore of the zombie it had killed. It sighed, seemingly frustrated and looked back at Roy, stepping away as he did. Roy stared back curiously.

"What are you...?" He whispered and the zombie didn't answer, only continued to stare at him. Roy laughed at himself, "You don't understand me, of course. You're just a zom, I should probably kill you," he abruptly shot towards the table his gun laid on and grabbed it, whirling around to face the zombie, shotgun trained on his head. A coldness had set in his eyes. This might be a weird zombie, but it was far from good. Zombies ate people, a zombie had eaten Hughes. A zombie had eaten Ed. He could never forgive the monsters for that.

The golden-eyed creature did nothing. He stayed where he was, still staring at Roy curiously. His head was tilted slightly to the side. It was almost as if it was asking:

"What are you doing?" The zombie smiled. Or at least it tried to with the limited strength it had in its facial muscles, "Is this a game? Are we playing a game?" It was shuffling toward Roy slowly now, smile still on it's face and a breathy grunting sound coming from its lips. Laughter?

Roy noticed it's left foot was dragging behind him, giving him a small limp. Roy trained his gun on that foot. The zombie, still smiling and laughing, was almost to Roy. It was starting to reach it's hand out toward Roy's gun as if to grab it. It's eyes were light and carefree. It had almost grabbed ahold of the barrel of Roy's gun when the man squeezed the trigger, turning the zom's foot into nothing.

The creature let out a scream of surprise as it fell to the floor. Roy took his chance and ran. He looked back only once before he made his escape. His eyes fell back the the single eye of the zom and he almost faltered. Those emotions didn't belong in a zombie's eyes. Zombie's were numb, flesh-eating monsters. The hurt and betrayal that filled that zombie's eyes didn't belong there... It never would... Ever...