Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Eleven]

"Oh my gosh, X. That was the worst idea ever!" I told him as we sat in his basement.
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm sad I ate Wolfy." I started pouting again.
"Don't be, he was just a stupid dog."
"I don't care, he was so cute! You just don't get it." I folded my arms and looked out his window.
"Alright, so what plans did you have now, Jess?" He asked me, sitting down beside me on the bed.
"I don't know." I was still upset from killing Wolfy. The graphic images of me tossing his lifeless body through the glass window kept bringing me to the edge of tears.
"Well, we could make out." He suggested. I looked at him.
"You're serious?" I asked him.
"Sure, why not?"
"Um, because I'm dead."
"So." He responded. I didn't really have anything to combat that remark. "Maybe another time." In all honesty, I hadn't even thought too much about sex, I've been preoccupied with the notion of exacting revenge on all who had wronged me.
"Damn, I even get shot down by dead girls." X put his head down.
"Don't worry, X. You can finger me tomorrow, after we kill Sam." I said with a smile. His eyes lit up.
"Alright." His joy made me happy. I like seeing boys who like me, that I like back, happy. And I also like getting fingered, it's fun. I wonder if it will still feel the same, now that I'm a zombie. I mean, other things are enhanced, and other are dull. I hope my Virgina still feels the same. I hope mons veneris isn't swollen or something like that. I heard if girls didn't have that then sex would hurt. Like it's there to protect us from all that slamming into each other that people do while they're getting it on.
I kind of want to go check if all my stuff works still. But if I give it up now, then X will think I'm a whore. I'll wait until tomorrow, like I said.
Wow, my head it completely in the wrong place. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Okay, Sam.
Oh, I hate her!
"How are we going to kill her!?" I screamed. X hushed me.
"Not so loud, my parents will get involved." He said.
"Sorry." I said instantly getting quiet.
"It's okay." He say back down. "Well, where does she live?"
"I thought she lived over there." I pointed out the window into his back yard.
"No, Jess. No one has lived there in weeks."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, the guy who lived there was murdered..." He cocked his head to the side. "Wait a minute." I understood where he was going.
"It was Sam!" I shouted again and quickly clamped my hands around my mouth. "Sorry."
"It may have been, if she's as crazy as you say she is."
"Oh, she is. Trust me." I assured him.
"We could always use that as a fall back." He said.
"What?"
"We could just say that she intended to kill us. No one would know, right?"
"I guess you're on to something." I said.
"So, what is the game plan, Jessica?" He asked.
"Let's go over there and try to find some clues."
"What the fuck, Nancy Drew?" He started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, that's just always something people say in books or movies," He paused. "Or TV shows. I've never heard anyone say it in real life before."
"And just how many zombie do you really know?" I asked. He paused, his smile sundered from his face.
"Good point." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Let's do this." I grabbed it and we walked out of his room.


-Sir Jestro