Red Handed (A Warm Bodies FanFiction)

The New Us

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[Cassie's POV]

My name is Cassie. Not sure what my last name is anymore. I am a corpse, though nowadays most of us are. Sometimes I wish I knew what happened, but, when you become a zombie you don't remember much. I only know my name because my 'friend' told me. I don't know why she remembers a lot more than the rest of us. Maybe she was converted in a special way, or, she wants to remember so bad that some how she can. She calls herself Autumn.

Autumn can read. She could tell all of us how this happened. Unfortunately, her limited vocabulary gets in the way. I guess my special ability is being able to talk more fluently than other zombies.

Autumn's always up to something, she is trying to find her home. She has even offered to find my house, but I don't really want to. Finding bones of my family that I don't even remember? Who wants that? Besides, I get pretty occupied by just walking around. Even if I'm not going anywhere.

My pack of sorts hangs around this hospital. Though Autumn is pretty bad at hunting. I think she feels the way I feel about it. But in a hospital you don't have to go very far to find food. Me, Autumn, and a few other zombies 'lived' here for awhile until some of them left and never came back. I want to leave too but Autumn says to stay. Not sure why, though. She always locks herself in a room and tells me to leave her alone. I think she checks records and files and trys to trace her name. I don't think it will get her far.

What's the point of knowing who you are, anyway? You are still going to be a corpse; forced to kill and never to sleep. Just walk the earth looking for a purpose. It's a shame our 'lives' are wasted like that.

I spend my day walking around. I like to explore buildings and houses. Some houses have scrap books of their past. When I look at them I want to cry. But sadly enough when your dead you can't cry. Pretty ironic if you ask me.

Once in a while I find humans. Sitting in a house, looking through a window, killing zombies. It doesn't anger me to see them get killed. After all, this is the world now. Everyone needs to except that.

Sometimes I sit on the hood of broken down car and just watch the clouds. Perhaps for hours. I don't have anything better to do. I imagine if you looked at me from up in space you could be blinded by me. Because when I was turned I must of been at a party or something. I am dressed in a teal dress, one sleeved, with sewn on sequences, and a ribbon around my waste. Of course it's stained with blood, dirt, and has bullet holes in it, but overall it's still a nice dress.

Autumn sports a plain grey tee with sweatpants. Makes me think she was at the gym at the time. But I'm not someone who enjoys to critique outfits. But some corpses barely have any clothes on. Whether they were torn off or not its still disturbing to the eye.

I'm 50% sure that this curse has been going on for years, maybe even a decade. Oddly enough even though we're dead we still manage to grow. It might be impossible but isn't that what we thought of zombies before this happened? All these clues around and we still don't fully know why.

With the apocalypse, humans have managed to build a little wall only about 30 feet high. One zombie might not have a chance at getting in, but five or six might. But they have a few gun men waiting at the door at all times. I saw the wall entrance once, it was day, I was sort of close but far away enough not to be spotted. I ducked behind a car and watched them just stand there. After a few hours I went back to tell Autumn. I don't know what goes on in there, though. Without power humans must have nothing to do. Besides hunting and finding salvage that is. They have to be as bored as we are.

I want to talk to a human, to connect, but that will most likely never happen. I'd either get my head blown off or they'd run away. Even if I did get the chance why would they listen? Why would I appeal to them? If I was a human I wouldn't listen. Why would they? I mean, we ruined their lives. We are the curse. I assume they would use everything at their disposal to kill me too. I would. Who wants to talk to brain dead cannibal? I should stop hoping. But.. It's hard if you're me. I don't know why it's hard, but it is. It's very hard indeed. I sometimes wonder if me and Autumn are the only ones that feel this way. I guess we'll never know.