Our Undead by Theo Vigo Page A

dirt and dried blood when they swipe across
it.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Is this what you wanted?
    He really gives it a go,
but the girl just isn't close enough to get a grip on anything.
Then she ups the teasing by shaking her head back and forth,
letting our zombie's waving hand tap both sides of her face. But
this is a mistake, and she quickly pays for underestimating him. As
she shakes her head, her long hair flows to and fro with the
motion. The oblivious girl doesn't take this fact into
consideration, and as our zombie's hand passes by, tapping her on
the right cheek, she swings her face to the right with a little too
much momentum. This causes her hair to come swinging out in front,
and our zombie takes advantage of this divine
opportunity.
    He snags her hair and pulls
down on it roughly. She would've let out a scream, but the whiplash
stifles it. In the blink of an eye, she finds herself in a
tug-of-war. Our zombie tries to pull her in closer so that he can
get a bite, and almost succeeds due to the element of surprise, but
in his current state, he is in no condition to overpower her.
There's no way he's going to be able to pull her over to him, but
now that he has her in his grip, he sure as hell isn't going to let
her go easy. The teenage girl pulls and tugs, but can't get free at
first, until she takes hold of our zombie's wrist for some
leverage. She clutches it tightly with both hands, and in one big
motion pulls the unrelenting wrist away from her hair and head,
throwing herself backward at the same time.
    It's successful, but the
girl goes stumbling backward and accidentally lands too roughly on
her bad foot. She cries out in pain and drops to the floor, rather
than putting anymore weight on it. Out of breath and a bit shaken,
she looks up at our zombie. Sure, she had gotten out of his grip,
but he still hadn't let go. In his hand, he holds a decent chunk of
her hair. She sees it, and feels the top of her head for the bald
spot she knows has to have been created. When she finds it, she
exhales in exasperation.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: (sighs) Ass- hole.
    She gets up to her feet
while rubbing the sore spot on her head.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: I guess you can't help yourself. You must be
pretty hungry.
    His next growl is a
frustrated one. He was so close.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: You must be hungrier than I am. Hungry for
braaaains, huh?
    OurZombie: Errrrraaaaawwggg!!!
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Well, sorry bud, but you ate all the brains
around here.
    OurZombie: Mmmmrrrraaaauuuu!!
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: My brain?! No way. You had your chance at my
brain last night, and you messed it up. Like I said before, I may
have no hope left for this God forsaken world, but I'm damn sure
not helpless.
    OurZombie: Grrrrrrrrrr…
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: No, I don't have any brains for you…
but…
    At that moment, an idea
pops into the girl's head, and she hobbles over to her duffel bag.
She takes out one of the large knives and looks it over. It's been
used before. She's seen it being used, but it's edge still looks
quite healthy.
    Without looking back, she
heads for the front door, but before she leaves, she sees her
mother's soaking corpse lying beside the exit again. The sight
disgusts her so much, she decides to cover it up. She notices the
drapes hanging on the same window the carcass is sitting under, and
tries to pull them off with one hard tug, but fails. She tries
again, a big pull on the window drapes, but again, they don't come
down, so she must manually take each peg off of the rail that the
drape hangs on individually. When she finishes, she gets it down
and covers her mother's body, then picks up the knife and leaves
through the front door.
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    Out amongst the trees, the
evening sun is in the sky. It's been a couple of hours now that she
has been in the wilderness, and we find the young one crouched,
hiding in a bush. She is out of breath and breathing deeply, but
each breath she takes is a silent one. Her face is