Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Thirteen]

My eyes flashed between The Bastard and The Pig.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
One thousand times, all in a split second. Then it clicked in my head.
I dove towards The Pig and tackled it to ground, cradling it in my arms. I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and with one last flicker of humanity -- paused -- and torn my infected teeth into it's neck. The Pig screamed in pain, kicking it's legs in a frantic panic. It's body wiggling, trying to escape my death grip.
I threw my head to the side, tearing a massive chunk of pig skin and tendons from the bone. The blood splattered against the filthy floor. The Pig let out a squeal that could probably be heard upstairs. I could feel The Bastard rushing towards me. I rolled onto my back and let The Pig keep him off, kicking at him with it's last rush of life, all the while I continued to devour it's delicious flesh.
The Bastard quickly figured my plan out and started kicking my sides. I then placed one hand on The Pig's ear and with a fluid motion, snapped it's neck, killing it. I rolled onto my feet and looked The Bastard in the eye. He looked shaken but still unafraid. I would need to change that...before I killed him.
The Pig's lifeless, half-eaten body lay motionless between us. I was the first one to move. I ran forward and kicked The Pig. It flew through the air and crashed right into The Bastard's chest sending him flying into a wall.
Then I screamed, and for the second time in my...undeath...I felt just like those angry decomposing monsters in the movies. As I screamed, in my blood-drunkenness I could see fear seep into his eyes. It was strange, it was like his eyes changed colors, focusing on the flesh and blood dripping from my hair and chin. Then I charged, swinging my arms in an uncontrolled fury I couldn't understand. The Bastard pulled a pistol from his back and pointed it at me and fired.
Twice.
Both times in my chest.
It did NOT phase me.
I just kept charging and swinging my arms. He was curled into a ball and spitting prayers out of his mouth like vomit as my arms torn the flesh from his bones. Then I bent down and devoured his mangled body.
Then I heard a door from above open and a loud crashing sound. Then the sound of something tumbling down stairs and ultimately landing behind me.
"Jessica!" It was X. He was panicked.
"I'm here." I said quickly regaining my humanity.
"You're alive!" He screamed and wrapped me in his arms.
"Well, kind of." I managed to say while trapped in his shoulder. He backed up quickly with a horrified look on his face.
"What?!"
"...Zombie...Remember?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Then his tension faded and he wrapped me in his arms again.
"Oh, thank Jesus!" It sounded like he was almost crying.
"X. I'm covered in blood and guts..." I said. He got my hint and backed away.
"Oh, right." He said. "OH! I found out where Sam is!" He screamed then he took my hand and lead me upstairs, back into the world.


-Sir Jestro