The Undeath of Carlos

The darkness was limited, but sufficient enough to make sure no one would have seen the hands clawing at the dirt and breaking free from the ground, nor would they have seen the figures rising from their graves. Not when it was that dark. They wouldn't have seen the gates creak open and the figures creeping out from the graveyard, moaning and groaning and slurring. They might've heard the noisy figures though, if there was anyone there, that is. Well, Jimmy was there, then he wasn't. No one liked Jimmy anyways.

They certainly wouldn't have noticed the lone figure who was left behind, looking far more human than the others. But it should've been expected though. Carlos Santiago was only dead five days, and only buried the day before, still wearing his golf shorts that showed of his amazing legs and Spanish ars- He was pretty bruised though, and had a large wound that covered a bit of his tattoo. 'Sexy Back' it read, and it was on his back. He was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing since forever. He regretted it the next morning along with everything else he did the past night. Carlos didn't care though, he was just hungry.

He made his way out the gate, taking whichever road he felt would lead him to food. Then, he smelled her. She was walking in the direction of the graveyard, eyes red and puffy and long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. If she didn't look so distressed she would have been gorgeous, the type of girl Carlos would have dated when he was alive. But that didn't matter to him now. Being beaten to death by a golf club and turning into a soulless, mindless, but 'living' corpse really changed his views. Now, he was just hungry.

The girl sees Carlos and stutters his name. It's Eleanor, his girlfriend. Before he died. He doesn't really give a shit though. Why would he? He's dead, and hungry. The poor girl was too shocked to scream when she was pushed to the ground. Crack! The satisfying noise would have made Carlos smile, but he wasn't capable of emotion. If he was, he wouldn't be eating his (ex-)girlfriend. He did love her a lot, after the player finally settled down, but neither of them were expecting this when they started dating.

There was a lot of blood and a little bit of flesh dripping down his face and staining his shirt and golf shorts when he was done. Eleanor had random chunks of her flesh torn out and blood covering her arms and legs and face, pooling under her. Carlos set of on his merry way, not even looking back at Eleanor, he stopped being interested in her after she stopped writhing and shrieking from under him. She wasn't his problem anyways, she should have been up a while after his left.

After walking around for a while, Carlos realised he wanted more. Eating wouldn't stop his skin flaking of though, but he didn't know that. Well, he did after he walked into a tree and whatever was making his right arm stay on stopped working. Yet, Carlos doesn't care. It doesn't look like he does, at the least. It's just less for him to eat with. Just after he loses his arm, Carlos found his next targets. There was a group of around ten homeless people under a streetlight. A satisfied noise came from the back of his throat.

It's hard to say what exactly happened, but after roughly five minutes, he and four others, lets say... Suzi, Arnold, George and Wasowski, had made a mess of the homeless people, and a dog. They had even more blood and insides dripping down their jaws onto their arms and legs, staining their teeth than before... Wait, is that an intestine stuck to Arnold's shoulder?

After eating at least three people, Carlos' hunger should have been satisfied. It wasn't. He just wanted more. He bid farewell to Arnold, Suzi, George and Wasowski (not literally, he can't speak and even if he could, there was too much blood around his mouth) then broke into a house. It's their fault for leaving the door opened though. Carlos didn't know any better. He was just hungry.

When he opened the door it creaked, resulting in a yell from who ever was in the house telling 'Cecilia' to shut up and go back to sleep. Cecilia yells back to 'Penny',aggravated, that she was in bed and that it wasn't her that made the noise. Penny threatens Cecilia by saying that if she even sets foot out the house, she's taking away her phone.

Penny was so busy yelling, she didn't even notice Carlos walking behind her and taking a bite out of her neck. Then her legs were rapidly eaten, along with her arms. Carlos didn't really care for guts though, they didn't taste as good as the brain and flesh - it was probably the digestive juices. He liked the squishy noises but it didn't make up for the taste.

By the time he was done, Cecilia had made was blaring music from her room. She didn't even know Carlos ate her stepmother. Her mistake, it led him right to her. When Carlos was done, she was unrecognisable. Carlos' newfound talent of breaking into houses (opening doors) proved him useful for the rest of the week. He also made a point of killing every human and animal he came across. But seven days later, whatever magical force that kept Carlos and the other undead 'alive' stopped working. And just like that, Carlos was (properly) dead.

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Meanwhile, in where ever people go to before they go to Heaven/Hell
"Carlos, you're going to Hell, because you were a jerk when you were alive, and killed 143 people after you died."
"Dammit"
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To be honest, I have no clue of what compelled me to write this. I'll attempt to dedicate this to Summer2626 because she named the characters. And she's my friend... I guess.