Zombies in Springtime
It was a cold spring night; a few scattered black clouds drifted wearily across an otherwise blank sky. Strange creatures howled at the beckoning crescent moon. Sephera Campbell looked out her bedroom window meditatively. She knew she would have to be careful if she went out tonight. It was smart to stay indoors in Spoon County when a crescent moon was out, though not many people believed that anymore. The Campbell’s lived in a large wooden house in the middle of the woods. There was a field behind the house, and an abandoned farmhouse off to the side that she had never been in. The Campbell house was hundreds of years old, the roof was caving in, and the floors creaked…it smelled of death. Imagine the worst shit you’ve ever had. Now imagine that shit, only you rubbed it all over a dead guy, and then someone with a weak stomach threw up on him right after, and then you both ran away and didn’t clean it.
Sephera slipped out of the shit house unnoticed, to go for a walk. She was a very introverted girl and she lived in a house with eight other very extroverted people. She needed nights like this to get away and think. She slowly strolled through the field behind her house, stopping to dance through the flowers. They were lilies. She plucked one and put it in her hair. Sephera took walks like this often. She by no means lived a “normal” life, not by any stretch of the imagination. Although, perhaps it should be mentioned that the words “lived” and “life” should be taken lightly. She had already “lived” her life. She had already died. These are the kinds of things she thought about on her walks.
Sephera continued her walk down into the woods. She sat under a large Magnolia tree and began to write in a small green notebook. After she had written several pages, she arose to investigate a strange noise. She delved deeper into the woods when she stumbled upon her brother in law, Duane. Duane was a stocky blonde man with a ponytail and a thick beard. Duane was hovering over a bloody corpse that lay on the ground. She thought it looked like the body of a young man. The head had been torn off, the torso had been ripped open. Duane was slobbering all over the brain. He crammed it in his mouth and started gnawing on it. It was disgusting, like watching a really fat guy eat after not having eaten in 2 hours.
“Duane…what the fuck!?” she said, making her best attempt to speak in an assertive tone.
Duane slowly took the brain out of his mouth and walked over to Sephera. “No worries girly, he was dead when I found him.”
“Really, Duane?” she scoffed sarcastically.
“No, I’m lying. I picked him out, out of a huge group of people actually…I followed him home, and I broke into his house. I beat him over the head with a tire iron and dragged him back here. He was very much alive until I got to him. In fact…”
Sephera interrupted him. “Why? Why did you do that? How?...”
Plop! Duane had sent the brain flying through the air, hitting Sephera in the face.
“Tell me you don’t feel that Sephera. Tell me you don't feel the hunger for human flesh. Skin, Brains, Hearts. It’s natural. It’s who we are.”
Sephera did feel it, though she didn’t want to admit it. She knew she shouldn't act on those impulses. After all, she had been human once. She struggles for a moment before responding.
“This is egregious! This is egregious!!” She storms off, waving her hands in the air frantically.
Duane walked back to the mangled body and violently thrust his arms into the rib cage and around the heart. He tore it out savagely and began to bite into it as if it were an apple. Sephera glanced back into the woods and met Duane’s eye line, just as his teeth sank into the tasty pericardial tissue. She shook her head in disgust and continued the long walk back to the house and went upstairs to her room.
Sephera now lay in bed thinking. She was hungry...
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