Zombified

Zombification

 Prologue, Zombification.

 I closed my eyes as the warmth of the shot hit the back of my throat. I left the glass on the bar and felt the rumble of the bass drive through me as I made my way into the dancing crowd. It felt good to let go, grinding and jumping on mass as the DJ led the way, the alcohol heightening and yet dimming everything.

The drinks kept coming. Some I bought, others I was given. One I shared, with this guy. I’d been dancing with him nearly all night now, but I can’t remember his name, something at the back of my mind said I was drunk. I should go home and sleep it off before I do something stupid. The voice didn’t quite make through the fog in my brain.

I was laughing, this guy was funny, though I’m not sure why. He kept tugging at my hand and nibbling at my neck. I leaned back as he did, stuck between trying to give him access and giving myself space to think. And then we were kissing, his mouth tasted like vodka, and I stopped thinking.

I felt the cold wind hit my legs and I realised we were outside, the rough brick wall scratched my legs as he pushed me against it. I should have worn jeans. I ran my hands through his hair as we fought with our tongues. I tried to steady my breathing; I’d drunk too much, nausea sloshed through my stomach every time I moved.

He moved on to my neck again, nibbling along it. Hard. I liked that, I liked the edge of pain. But then it was more than an edge, he was pulling my head back to give him a better angle at my collar bone. I didn’t like it, I tried to push him off, but my fingers were numb and he was solid. I felt the fresh sting of cold air as he pushed the sleeve of my shirt off my shoulder, I tried to speak but my tongue was heavy. I felt panic start to rise within me and mix around with the nausea. I was going to be sick.

Then he bit me.

Suddenly my tongue wasn’t so heavy and I screamed, barely aware of the soft crunching as he took a chunk out of my shoulder. Then he abruptly shoved me away and I fell to the floor, I tried to sit up but my head was spinning and my arms were lead.

I was vaguely aware of him cursing to himself as he checked my pulse. My eyes were heavy. His were wide. That was the last thing I saw before the back of his head, as he left me and I blacked out.