"Survive" is a relative term.
Every social media quiz was stockpiled with bullshit when it came to the Zombie Apocalypse. No one survived the outbreak of the virus, not a human, Werewolf, Meif'wa, or Witch or Warlock. Everyone fell victim to the plaguing virus, and with no cure possible. The planet became invested by the undead humanoid creatures, but then it all changed with two Zombies.
There names? They can't fully remember, but they go by Zane and Gene.
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The sound of munching was echoing throughout the barren wasteland that had once been a town. It was late at night, and nit a single creatueee was to be found outside. Apart from the one Zombie, all the others were clustered inside of the old ruins of the town's buildings.
What am I eating? The Zombie thought slowly, looking down at his prey.
He swallowed a chunk of whatever he was eating, as thoughts started to form within the slushy fog of his brain. One by one his senses were coming back to him, so he could finally see what he had been eating.
What the hell....? He thought, narrowing his eye at the dead guy at his feet.
His eyes were glassed over, his blank face staring up at him with no emotion. Zane, the Zombie, stared back. He was trying to make sense of the dead body, and why he had skin that was as gray as charcoal. Apart from the gray skin, he had arms with multiple joints. It was clear he was no normal human, Werewolf, Meif'wa, Witch or Warlock.
Does he have two elbows in one arm? He wondered, feeling a sickening put in his stomach.
The person had a massive head, one larger than any he had seen before. As he had suspected, this was definitely no human or other creature. This was an entirely new species. The skull was far larger than any human head, with a hole leaking out the brain. The blood was a neon purple color, and it was forming a pool around Zane's feet.
My feet... Zane gasped, realizing the horrible state of his feet.
The toes were missing their skin, showing the bone of his skeleton. Looking at his legs, he saw strips of shredded denim hanging from his waist. It wasn't enough to cover the the visible bone and the rotting flesh hanging from his limbs, but at least it covered his private area. Guts and viscera were falling from an open tear in his ribcage.
Holy crap, I'm a.... I'm a corpse!? Zane realized with despair, looking over the rest of his body. I just ate a dead guy's brains... I'm a brain-eating corpse! I'm.... a Zombie....
"Bleeegh!!" He gagged, realizing that he had no tongue.
The tingling feeling in his stomach was slowly turning into a burning sensation, one that was crawling through his veins and spreading across his body. He was unable to scream or move, which for some reason made him feel worse. He mentally braced himself to see something disgusting, looking down at his body.
His guts were folding back into his torso, with new muscles and skin growing until the hole on his chest was almost completely gone. His head was being weighed down by newly grown hair, so he patted himself down.
He was definitely a male.
"Gack!" He cried, seeing his tongue had grown back. "What the hell am I?"
Taking a sniff of the air with his newly intact nose, he scrunched it up as he backed away from the corpse, which had started to smell like... rotten eggs? Thick smoke was starting to rise from the corpse, before it dissolved into a foamy puddle of stickiness.
"Oh, screw this..." Zane huffed, scrambling away from the goo.
Looking around, Zane had no idea where he was, or how to get out of there. There were two buildings by him, one of which looked like a bar, and the other had a sign he couldn't read due to damage done to it. There was an old, broke down car next to him, with shattered windows and flat tires.
Breaking off into a run, he scanned the area as he passed, hoping to find something to bring him back to reality. He ran by other Zombies, that paid him no attention, like he wasn't even there. He had made sure to keep an eye out for anything that looked like what he had chomped down on, but couldn't find anything that was even close to it. It appeared that he had been the first one to bite down on that species, something he wasn't particularly thrilled about.
After running for a while, he came to a pause at what seemed to be a large parking lot. There was a sign by him, that read Phoenix Drop Shopping Center.
So I'm in Phoenix Drop... He thought to himself, looking at the shopping center. I really need to change my clothes... maybe there are still some intact outfits in the department store?
Heading that way, he stepped through the broken doorway of the department store, careful to not cut his feet on the shards of glass scattered across the floor. The store was an absolute wreckage, with dead bodies sprawled everything, their guts scraped across the floor. Stepping past the rotten corpses, he made his way to the mens' department.
He quickly made his way there and selected some clothes. Most of the clothes were too bright in color for his liking, or had these odd titles, like the one shirt that had "Nike" on it. He decided on simple black and white attire, with a warm scarf around his neck. He put a set of black boots on, with black socks as some protection for his feet.
"That's a bit better, I guess... at least I'll have protection for my feet." He sighed, crossing his arms.
He had started to pass by the magazine aisle, filled with both teenage gossip and more.... adult themes. Out of the corner of his eye, which only one of his eyes were working, he spotted a dim, flickering light. Peering over the display, he looked at a Zombie.
"Hey there..." Zane greeted, and the Zombie started to move.
He casually turned around, and his eyes widened at the sight of him. They were a beautiful teal blue color, with shiny black hair that was darker than his own. His skin was also much tanner, and his body looked to be in better condition. He was wearing a black shirt with a red flannel, and a pair of denim jeans.
"Aah! It's the Grudge!" He yelled, making Zane confused.
"What's the Grudge?" Zane asked, tilting his head.
"The first lively dead person I find like me, and he's a moron." He huffed, picking up the magazine he had been looking at.
"First?" He asked, his eye widening.
"Yeah, you're the first sentient undead person I've found." He nodded, crossing his arms. "But, as I said, you're a moron. You don't even know what the Grudge is."
"I thought I was the only one too..." He offered, making a small smile. "I know what the Muppets are!"
"Well thank Irene for that, at least." He sighed, flashing him a grin. "What's your name, Grudge Boy?"
"I.... I can't remember exactly, but.... I like the name Zane..." He answered, looking at Gene more clearly. "You look kinda familiar..."
"I can't think of my name... none of them sound right..." He sighed, taking in Zane's features as well. "You look familiar too..."
"How.... how about Gene?" He suggested, hoping he would like it.
"Gene.... all right then.." He nodded, looking around. "Got any plans, Zane?"
"No, not really..." He admitted, looking over at the grocery store on the other side of the road outside. "Do.... Doo you think we can still eat normal food?"
"I don't know, but it's worth a try." He guessed, looking at the grocery store as well. "At least, if any of it is still fresh."
"I wonder if there are any others like us..." Zane sighed, starting to head for the doors.
"I'm more worried about what happened..." Gene admitted, following behind him.
"Well, whatever happened, we'll figure it out." He stated, breaking into a run.
"Why are we running!?" He asked, running behind him.
"I wanna know if there are any cupcakes left!" He yelled back to him, crossing the road.
