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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 8:28 pm
It had been a day or so since the zombie teen had taken her first kill. Calintha had spent most of the time hiding out in her greenhouse. She was still slightly shocked by her actions, but at that point it had been the most rational thing for her to do. Her primal instincts had taken over, and now as she was heading back towards the same hut her cognition had come back.
She walked through the woods carefully, making sure there weren't any humans around still. She wondered how the rest of the attack had played out, and whether or not there had been any survivors left at the end of it. She didn't particularly care though, because Calintha was done trying to be human. It wasn't worth being anything but herself, and seeing as she didn't see any of this turning out alright in the end she just didn't care.
Seeing the place abandoned, the girl wandered hesitantly around. Most of the barricades were still in place, leading her to believe that the human survivors had won out in this instance. Vaguely Calintha wondered if they had left Evie speared as she had fallen, bleeding beautiful red blood from both Calintha's hand and ultimately the stakes which had pierced her. Even thinking about her snack now made her mouth water. Like any zombie, the blonde girls hunger had come back relatively quickly.
Turning at the wall of barricades, she followed it around, heading towards the place were she had taken the life of a human survivor.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:05 pm
Death had come so suddenly for Evie, but at least her final few moments were peaceful. Her re-entry to the world of the living (or unliving, as it were) was not nearly as pleasant. Over the course of the day, her skin had turned a sickly shade of green, but the corpse itself did not awake until just then, with a jarring twitch, the newborn zombie's thoughts jumbled and confused. Where was she? Why was it night-time? Why couldn't she move? Shouldn't Sue have been there to help her up? In vain, Evie tried to stand, or at least shove herself off of it to get a better view of her surroundings. Why couldn't she get up? It felt like someone had tied weights to her arms and legs, but most importantly, around her torso. And her neck felt so stiff. She reached up with her fingers, which had the strangest sensation of feeling longer than they should have been, to try and massage away the stiffness in her neck.
It was then that she noticed the spike going through her windpipe, and she began to remember things a bit more clearly. She had fallen, and that zombie had gotten her, and she had been so scared, but it hadn't hurt, and she could just slip away...but she survived? How could she have survived? Clutching at the wooden stake poking out from her neck, Evie felt like she should have been more frightened, but something had been drained from her, something that didn't make her quite herself. It didn't help that she hadn't eaten since before Operation Meatgrinder. Mmmm, meat sounded pretty good about now.
She tried to cry for help, but only an airless gurgle escaped her lips. She couldn't speak. She couldn't sing. This seemed to traumatize Evie more than her apparent status as a member of the undead, and with another hissing gargle, she began to thrash on her spikes, trying to get free. She had to get help--she had to!
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:19 pm
It wasnt very long before Calintha had reached the same spot she'd been the night before. Once close enough she herd quite a bit of gurgling and saw a few thrashes coming from the pit that she knew held wooden stakes.
Getting closer, she realized that they had left the poor girl there. Some friends they had been- it seemed zombie apocalypse's had made everyone nasty and cruel (survivors and humans alike). "Hold still! Struggling is just going to push you further onto the spikes."
Calintha didn't have any idea how the green haired girl was going to react to the presence of her murderer, but she hoped that it wouldn't be too terrible. After all, she was going to get her out of the prison she had made herself. "This might sound a little gross- its going to... well... squick." She probably could have left off the gross sounding word to her explanation, but she felt the way she said it particularly helped illustrate her disgusting point.
Lowering herself as carefully as she could into the pit, Cali positioned herself underneath the green haired girl, getting ready to push and hoping that the other girl wouldn't thrash around too much.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:03 pm
No. No no no. It was zombie girl, back for the second course. Evie began to squirm even more, pushing to try and break free, but it was no use. The spikes were stuck, and even if they still didn't hurt, she was practically stapled to the ground where she'd fallen. There was nothing she could do, except to look up with wide, frightened yellow eyes, waiting for the end. Again. Had she died, though? The whole situation still was very confusing.
And then Calintha was on the ground, helping her up, and Evie became even more confused. She wasn't going to eat her again? But that's what zombie's did! Evie tried to think of how this all made sense, but there was blood everywhere from yesterday, and even though it was old and technically sloppy seconds, it was so distracting that she couldn't possibly discern why Calintha would be trying to pull her free from the stakes, where she was already conveniently kabobed, and--
She felt the squelch of her torso pulling free more than she heard it, but it nevertheless made some part of her mind retch as she stumbled forward. Her body, however, seemed not to mind too much, except for the fact that there was still half of a broom handle protruding from her neck. She reached up and forced it free with a second sickening noise, her mind reeling but her body surprisingly nonchalant. It was then that she noticed her hands. Her own hands, and just how green they are.
She let out a gasp, but it sounded more like a wheeze. "I...I'm really dead, aren't I?" She frowned at the whisper-thin tone of her voice, her voice-box shattered and incapable of actually producing a tone. But the implication of her death and subsequent state was enough to keep her from spazzing about the destruction of her biggest asset. At least, not yet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:22 pm
Calintha stayed down into the trench, even as Evie was freed from the stakes. She grimaced a little at the sound and subsequent freeing of blood and other things associated with having large holes pierced through your body. Looking down abashedly, she was surprised to hear the other girls voice.
When they had first met, it was boisterous, melodic and full of life. Now however... it was whisper thing. The zombie girl had to strain to hear it at all. There was a certain gentle quality to it though, like leaves rustling in the wind. After her initial shock at the state of the girls voice box (though, it was to be expected), she registered the question itself.
If Calintha had blood enough in her body to blush, she would have done so. She did feel a little bad about the other girls death, considering it had been under false pretenses. Calintha might have still been secretly thrilled somewhere deep in her mind about her secret agent success, but she showed no sign of this to the other girl.
She just simply looked up at her with wide brown eyes (one of which was surrounded by criss-cross cuts) and nodded solemnly, unable to vocalize an answer. How do you tell someone you killed them because your plant died and they looked tasty?
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 12:22 pm
It should have been surprising to Evie, that she was dead. She should have felt some sort of shock, or maybe grief for her family. But she didn't feel dead, that was the thing. Granted, she didn't feel the vigor of life, but death had always been such a resolute image to her, a final slumber or some greater paradise. It certainly wasn't green hands. And it most certainly wasn't this hunger chewing through her insides. Dead people didn't need to eat, because they weren't doing anything. And she was still moving. But she wasn't breathing, and she could feel the lack of any cardiac rhythm to her heart. Evie shook her head. It was so hard to make sense of any of this.
Perhaps she should have asked 'why?' or 'how?', or something of that nature. But Evie was never the brightest nor the most inquisitive, and she found that the in the moment questions were more pressing than the abstract ones. So she looked down at her wounded torso, then back up to Calintha with sad eyes, the part of her with any objections beginning to fade away.
"I--I'm really hungry, actually," the girl rasped, still frowning at the sound of her voice. "Do you know where any food is?" Discussions of forgiveness and all that could be had once they had properly eaten. The more she thought about it, the more Evie realized that she was utterly starving.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:59 pm
She was taking death and rebirth surprisingly better than Calintha had thought, considering her murderer (she shuddered a little at the though) was the one who helped her free. Taking an edge of the pit, the girl hoisted herself up, and brushing herself off looked at the girl across from her.
"There might be some things you don't know about your hunger. The reason...well..." This was difficult. The words sort of choked and strangled within her mouth, unable to take a solid form. "Umm... food is a little different now." She looked down abashedly at her feet, and away from the green haired girl in front of her. "You might not like the idea of what you really want to eat."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 10:46 pm
It took Calintha's utterly awkward behavior for Evie to begin to make connections in all sorts of places, from the behavior of the other zombies to her own condition to the fire in her stomach. It dawned on her what she could possibly be hankering for, but she did her best to try and not think about it until she nervously glanced on the spikes where she'd been impaled, suddenly curious as to how the day-old blood on the ground would taste. With a shiver, she climbed out of the pit, remaining seated on the ground as she stared at the blood with wide eyes.
"You did this," Evie whispered, a statement rather than a question. It was, however, notably devoid of any sort of malice, and finally Evie tore herself away from the tantalizing sight by looking down at her clawed hands, clenching and unclenching them experimentally. "But you were probably hungry, too...Why didn't anyone back me up?" It was then that Evie's lip began to quiver, and she looked up at Calintha with a heartbroken expression. "Why didn't they try to save me?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:02 pm
If this wasn't the most awkward situation Calintha had ever been in, she certainly couldn't recall something worse. The blonde zombie stuttered a few times, chewed on her lip and generally looked very, very uncomfortable. "I...I..." That wasnt a good way to start! "Um, I mean, they, I..."
The string of nonsense only got worse when the other girl had pouted. She'd never been able to handle her little sisters sadness, always showering her with whatever she could just to see a smile. Calintha had a curse of always trying to make others happy, but rarely succeeding. "I did. I did do this. I tried not to I really did. I just wanted to be human again and not have this gnawing hunger all the damn time and..." she paused for a breath, but became a little flustered when she realized that she didn't need it any longer.
It was hard to console the other girl with the information that she'd been attacked. This whole situation was getting a little weird. "They did try and save you. They really did! Some red haired kid attacked me with a pipe, though he...she? kind've missed. And another kid threw a brick at me, that one did a lot of damage-" She pointed to the broken ribs pressing against her skin and clothing, as well as the huge chunk missing from the side of her neck where it had bounced up. "They really did try and save you, I was just too quick I guess."
Calintha's voiced dropped to nothing more than a terrified whisper, as she sat down on the ground looking at the mostly green student in front of her. "I've never done anything like that before..." She really was pretty- Evie looked just like a plant. "If its any consolation..." Cali paused awkwardly "You tasted good?" She turned her head away in embarrasement, unable to look at her victim any longer.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:36 pm
"They did?"
Evie should have taken some small consolation in the fact that they had fought so greatly on her behalf. Maybe it meant she had finally been recognized for all of her hard work. Maybe it meant that Sue didn't hate her anymore. But the fact remained that they had left her on those spikes, without any sort of burial ritual or so much as a sad word, for all that she knew. No one had mourned Evelyn Esther, and that made her angry. Hungry, monstly. But the anger was still there.
Had she been human, the comment on her taste probably would have made the fifteen-year-old feel awkward. But as it stood, with Evie having appraised the taste of her own spilt blood only moments before, she supposed that it was not her place to judge. She looked to her shoulder, where she could see where she had been bitten, and nodded weakly. "It's okay. You couldn't help it. I...I forgive you."
It didn't quite sound like it in her tone of voice, but then again, it was difficult to discern anything from the gravelly whisper of the girl. She turned to her killer with her best attempts at her would-be superstar smile, her teeth filed into needle-thin points, and she stood, holding out her hand. "You want to make it up to me by helping me find something to eat?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:52 pm
She nodded feverishly at the other students question. They certianly had, Calintha was sure that she'd just barely escaped without going into a coma again. At which point, she would have probably been spiked through just like Evie had been, and that other zombie towards the front.
Relief washed over the blonde teenager as the girl in front of her forgave her. It meant so much to her, it really, really did. She was too overwhelmed with happiness at being forgiven to recognize any sort of sarcasm in Evie's voice. To Calintha, she had said it, and that was ALL that mattered.
Smiling somewhat more conservatively back (she'd seen a full on smile in the cracked mirror, and it had been scary), Calintha tentatively took the girls hand. "I'll do my best." She nodded solemnly to the other girl, whom she had deprived of humanity not but a day before.
She rather thought Evie looked better green, but that was just her.
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