Moaning

Didn't your Momma Ever Tell You That It Is Rude to Stare?

I flat out said, " Didn't your momma ever tell you that it is rude to stare?" Really, all I get is shocked looks.

Honestly, it's getting a little old. So, I start to moan. The shocked looks go away real fast. Instead is replaced with terror. I couldn't help it. You can hear my laugh echo. I stop laughing midway as Blue eyes starts walking towards me. He stands a few feet away from me and asks, what am I? Well, can't you see? Do your eyes in your head not work anymore. Clearly, someone needs to get their eyes checked. "I am a person". If that is what you mean. No, your dead! Blue eyes wasn't asking, he was stating. I'm alive! I state. I am breathing, and talking. What more do you need me to prove. And beside if you have a problem, I had this spot first, and for a matter of fact I didn't think that there would be anyone else in here.

Well considering that I thought I was alive possibly 30 minutes ago. Your guess is as good as mine Mr. Blue eyes.

Blue eyes gives me an odd look. I wanted to laugh again, but by the way things are currently going, I'll just withhold it for now.

His brother is still pointing the gun at me, at least it's not on my face anymore. I turned to him, and I asked, can you point that somewhere else? It's just as rude as staring. You guys seem to not understand staring is rude. Your mother must have done a very poor job. I'll probably regret, saying that I mean, what do I have to lose? I am currently already possibly dead and there's someone pointing a gun at me, so the only likely thing is I can die again. For their hope, I might not get up again.
This is all new territory to me. Now that it has occurred to me that being alive, even though I might be dead. It's still better then being dead in the dead dead.. If you know what I mean. Currently could be dead but still alive. If you get what I mean. I am a walking dead. In the literal sense. Of a person that is walking dead. I suddenly have a question in my mind. Facing all 3 of them head on, I ask how this happened, how long has it been happening? I have no clue how long I've been out for. For all I know it could of been a day, few minutes, hell it could of been a week. To a month.

Finally the pixie talks, with a stutter she finally says, It's been a week since the break out.
You could see the shaking on this girl. She just might faint again. Should I go ahead and call it. Mentally thinking about putting my hand in my face and saying, mmmm. I'll just say it. (Scary cat) I was about to say.
But as soon as I was about to open my mouth to ask another question, one of the twins interrupted me by asking a question of their own.

If we back out of here, will you attack us?

Do you mean, if you leave will I eat you. No but there should be another one down the hallway. No there isn't. We already took care of it.

Mmm, you killed the science teacher.
I start to laugh. Which sounds a little weird to me. And the three quiet as well. But it's me now so there is no changing it. I still can't figure out why it's funny, they killed the science teacher, maybe they should have gone and killed the other, scientist before this outbreak happened. I'm rambling in my head. Face palm.
To answer your question. No I wouldn't chase after you. ... But can I ask where is it you are going?

Author:
So ya I am new at writing... This was a assignment for my college class. I have had a couple of people tell me that they wanted more after reading the short story.... Well short story is no more.. Currently working on moaning... Feedback is welcomed. Rude comments not so much. ... But I guess it does go as feed back😂
- Kristen
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