Warm Bodies

Cold Body

The rain runs down the windshield as my family moves to another town. This will be the forth town this year. All because of me. It's not my fault, well it is but you know what I mean. they all provoked me. I don't like to eat people. we pass another cornfield in the middle of my thoughts and I look at them. I hate cornfields, I'm always terrified the kids are going to come out and slit my throat. Not that it really matters I'm probably more terrifying then they will ever be.

The ride was a long one and the silence was unbearable. the time I spent in the car only made me anxious for my next meal. I clench my stomach as I think about the sticky blood from the last meal I put on my hoodie to make me a little warmer. Not that it matters my heart stopped pushing blood through my body so I'm perpetually freezing.

when we passed the town sign that said. "LOCKWOOD! population 3,000" The sign makes my stomach growl. I hate my stupid body. I mean I love the way I look but I hate my stomach. I have long blond hair that is usually up in a messy bun and Ive had the time to get a good body. before I died I was chubby and I hated myself but after I don't need sleep and I don't get tired so I went to the gym and I lost a lot of weight.

I have baby blue eyes and my skin was smooth I wore glasses not that I need them my eyes don't bother me I just really like them. anyway. I think I'm cute. I don't care if people don't.

"How much longer until we get there" my little sister who is not a cold body askes

"Only five more minutes." my dad who is also not a cold body says.

After the much longer than a five-minute drive, we pull into the beautiful driveway and I see the pretty house in a nice subdivision. we park the car and grab all of our things and we walk into the beautiful house that looked like a normal family would live in. I walk up the flight of stairs and drag my suitcase up the stairs behind me.

I lay my bags down and look around the giant room and wait for my dad he sets up my bed and locks on my door. the only reason they did that is that I sometimes lose my cool. but its normal for me. I put all of my things away and then lay in my bed on my computer and type on my blog that everyone thinks is a fictional blog.

"So Today we got to our new house in a backwoods town where everyone knows everyone. So you know what I'm going to try and be normal. But how oh how can a zombie be normal. by the way, don't call me a zombie I'm, not a zombie, I'm a fucking cold body! I hate the label zombie! Because any time people here zombies they think stupid ugly hungry beast. IM NOT STUPID, I DON'T THINK IM UGLY AND I AM HUNGRY. BUT NOT FOR BRAINS"

After I finish my update of the blog I shut off my computer and lay down in bed and close my eyes. I don't really need sleep but I like to sleep it makes me feel at least a little human. I'm starving when I wake up in the middle of the night. my vision is blurred and my stomach growls wildly. I walk to my door clutching the walls. I unlock my door and shakily walk my way down the beautiful wallpaper walls.

I clutch the wall for support as I made my way to the Refridgerator, I open the door and open the bottom compartment and pull out a bag of cubes of meat. when I have the bag in my hand I sink down to the floor and open the bag as the smell of human flesh permeates my nose. I lick my lips hungrily and then pull out a cube of the meat and sink my teeth into the juicy cube as the blood trickles out of it and down my chin.

I lick the sticky blood off of my fingers and eat one more cube. it only takes about two to curve my hunger. I get back up off of the floor not missing the small dots of blood from my fingers and the smudges on the floor. I put the still full bag of meat and put it back into the secret compartment. I close the refrigerator and get a napkin and wipe up the mess. Once I was done cleaning I go upstairs and into the bathroom and look at my reflection.

I lick the corners of my mouth and get the blood off of my chin with water and clean my nails that had blood inside of them. The whole time I was truly disgusted with myself and wanted to die. well, I already am dead so being dead again is another way to die.

I died of cancer 4 months ago. but then I woke up in a grave under the ground I used the unimaginable strength I had and busted the casket open and dug my way out of the ground. Being dead means I don't need air that's why I even survived. After I dug my way out I recovered the grave and went home knocked on the door and asked my parents who were still in shock about me even being the walking cold body they know. They didn't know what to do so they kept me. they should have killed me. So now to everyone in there adopted daughter and I look nothing like them.

Well, I don't know but I have not had any emotion since I found out I was dead.  I hate it. I wish I could show my parents just how much I love them. All I've been since that fateful day of death I have been a depressed blod, but you can't blame me I'm Dead. like I've said for the past 30 minutes.

I walk back to my room and look down at my iPhone 5s and see it was 5:30 I am about to wake up anyway so I grab an outfit and walk out of my room and into my bathroom and quickly disrobe. I climb into the shower and wash my hair with a very nice smelling shampoo and then was my body. when I get out I wrap a towel around my waist and then pat my hair dry.

I put on the skinny jeans that have a hole in the knees and they were a little faded but the showed off my curves. I put on a bra then a band t over it. then put on vans and put my hair up in a messy bun. Once I was done I walk out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam.  I go to my bedroom and grab my bags. and put in my school supplies. Once I was done I wait for my mom to come and get me for my first day at Lockwood High.