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The hunger was still there, growing stronger by the minute; it was never ending. She couldn't stay in one place, there were more things, more people to destroy. The mute zombie moved away from her most recent kill and proceeded to continue her search. If it had been a day or two earlier she would have hated herself, feared herself as well and certainly have put a bolt in her head, but now it was easier to sympathize with the plight of the undead. Nekama hissed, red spittle slipping from between her lips, her moans were silent, just rushes of air that seemed to fill her lungs and slip past her deformed vocal cords; at times her moans rattled like dry leaves in autumn. The mute zombie stumbled as she uncovered another set of three, her dull vision locked onto them and her mind switched into kill mode. She was on them like flies on honey, biting, tearing and scratching and three more fell to the mute zombie.

Of course once she had properly sampled the brains of those two humans, Nekama had to have more. Her hunger was now directed to that chewy delicacy, there wasn't a part of humans she didn't like to sink her teeth into. The small zombie was growing more obsessed with killing, there was nothing about being alive she remembered except warmth. As the minutes crawled by she became less and less like a normal girl, one glance at her and you would know she walked among the rotting bunch. Her bloodied form and empty eyes had a distinctly creepy feel to them and she had a habit of suddenly twitching or lunging at things. Nekama parted her lips and barred her teeth at the shadows, her feet had carried her to a different area. She'd found three more humans ripe for the picking, three more morsels to indulge in. Their struggle to survive was her exercise and their delicious scent only seemed to grow more pungent the more they fought her. But like the others the effort was rather futile in the end.

Nekama hissed as she moved picked herself up, she wanted nothing more than to find another unfortunate person. The little zombie trotted away from her last kill, leaving the evidence of her presence behind for others of her kind to devour. They liked to swarm her kills and pick at her scraps when she was still working on them, whatever rage the little dead girl could muster began to boil in her veins. Her rage was channeled into a killing energy as she sought out another poor soul to snatch from the living. The silent zombie skidded to a stop as she spotted a girl close to her age, a pretty little thing with auburn curls and freckles, and in her hands was a knife. The girl shook as Nekama cornered her, the knife wildly slashing to and fro. The blade bit into Nekama's cheek and opened a gash on the side, as the mute zombie's teeth sunk into the girl's wrist. Nekama's haunted eyes locked with the girl's as she bit down hard, causing the freckled teen to drop her knife. As soon as the weapon clattered to the floor, the mute zombie released the girl's wrist and lunged for the side of the girl's neck. Her teeth shattered skin and spilled blood as she knocked the girl back and clawed at her belly. Tears welled in the teen's eyes as she effectively killed all of humanity left in herself. This kill was oddly satisfying, and for a moment her hunger died. However good things don't last forever and as soon as the hunger had left, it returned with double the strength. Nekama needed more flesh.

Nekama stood in a door way, the light of the hall falling over her and casting a deep shadow over her body. She was still and silent as she eyed a group of survivors within the room, each was hidden and armed but she knew they were there just as surely as they knew she was in the door way. The silence remained between the undead and the living for what felt like ages before Nekama suddenly twitched, a strange motion as if her spine were snapping back into place; her head whipped around and fixated on the nearest human. There was a click of a gun being loaded from that corner and then silence as the weapon was aimed at the mute. A dry rattle sounded from the zombie's throat as her lips parted and a string of red saliva slipped from her mouth. The challenge had been accepted. The undead girl dove at the survivor, ignoring the gun shots that flew around her and attacked the man like a wild animal. Screams echoed around the room as she made short work of that human and began to go after the others. One by one they fell to the zombie, not of course without landing some blows on her or much effort, but the fact still remained that they were dead. Dead, dead, dead.