Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Fourteen]

X and I drove through the streets of the city, heading towards the hospital.
"So which hospital are we going to?" I asked.
"Pompey General." He responded not looking at me.
"Is that the one where that guy jumped out of the window?" I asked.
"Nope." He said looking at me now. "That was Sir Pathogen's Hospital. We're going to the general one, you know where all the poor people go to?"
"Ah, I see."
I looked out the window and my mind went into a fog, the next thing I knew, X was shaking my arm.
"Jessica." He said as my vision came back to me. "We're here."
"Okay." I said and go out of the car.
"Wait! You're still covered in blood!" He was chasing after me.
"I don't think that's really something uncommon for a hospital."
"But the zombie scare hasn't worn off yet!" He stopped. "They'll kill you!"
I looked back at him with a smile and said,
"It doesn't matter; I'm already dead." He looked crushed, let his head fall onto his chest and walked slowly after me.

I walked through the automatic doors greeted by gasps and long wide-eyed stares. I calmly walked to a counter where someone wearing puppy scrubs was sitting.
"Yeah, hi. I was just shot and um, I don't feel so good." The person's eyes examined me, slowly looking up to meet my eyes. "And um, oh yeah, I got the crap kicked out of me too. It really hurt. I think I even have a piece of a wire cage in me somewhere." I raised my arms and tried to find the broken cage with my head. Then I looked back at the nurse, or whatever she was.
The fat little woman's mouth was on the floor and she was just staring at me.
"So, um..." I motioned with my hands. "Where do I go?"
"Umm...ummm...Hang on." She said and got up from her chair. She walked away and then I started looking around. I saw another nurse whispering in someone's ear a few chairs down from where I was standing.
"Hey, where did that girl go? She just left. I was looking for my doctor, Samantha Cummings. Do you know where I could find her?" I asked.
"She's in the elderly ward, on the fifth floor." The woman answered, annoyed.
"Kay thanks bye." I said and started walking away. X sauntered up next to me as I was heading for the elevator.
"Hey, any luck?" He asked.
"Yup, she's on the fifth floor." I said calmly.
"How is it you find this sound out so easily?"
"I just ask." I said.
"Oh." He said.
As I pushed the little circular button in between the two elevator doors someone shouted.
"FREEZE!" I looked in the direction of the screaming and then looked to X.
"I don't think those cops are looking for you. You should probably get out of here."
"You're probably right, I'll be waiting out front. See yah." He said and then kissed me on the cheek, blood getting all over his lips as he did. He ran off the opposite direction as the five armed police running my way. I didn't even bother to raise my arms, we zombies have no rights, we're all just uncivilized monsters feeding on the flesh of the more civilized.
BEEP!
I turned and saw an elevator door opening, so I walked toward it. The cops were still some ways away, knowing this I didn't hurry walking into the elevator. I eased my way in between the other riders [if that's what you call people in an elevator] quietly, trying not to make a scene.
"STOP!" I could hear the cops shouting.
"Up, please." I said to the person standing closest to the buttons. By the time the doors closed I just started hearing the sound clatter of the police footsteps.
Elevators were always so uncomfortable for me, even when I was alive, but being an undead zombie [a little redundant, I know] covered in flesh and blood, it was so much worse.
It was like being in a buffet and being extremely hungry. You know those times when you figure out you were hungry only when you're in front of the food, and then you're starving? That's how it was.
Did I want to have a feast on the six people standing so uncomfortably around me in this tiny little elevator? Or did I just want to wait it out and save all my hunger for that dildo, Sam? What to do, what to do?

I managed to hold off eating the people in the elevator, it really wasn't too hard when an old man in front of me passed gas. I wasn't the only one to make a sound of disgust while he stood there, oblivious. Ah, the benefits of slowly losing control of your body and senses.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor three armed police men were standing, guns drawn and pointed into the elevator. It took me only a fraction of a second to react. I grabbed a the old man and ducked down, rushing forward. I heard the gun shots and felt the old man convulse as the bullets hit him. I pushed the old man into the cop who happened to be standing in the middle. I pushed the two of them into each other so hard that when they both crashed into the wall, they both fell to the floor, unconscious.
I turned to my left and made eye contact with the cop. Fear flooded into his eyes, and I heard him gasp. I swung at him and took a chunk of his face off as I did, all the while the cop behind me was too afraid to shoot me. I turned around and head butted him sending him to the ground. Then I stopped. Three cops left unconscious, one badly injured, but ultimately -- a success. I have managed to keep a fraction of my humanity intact, and I'm okay with that.
Then I heard the doors to the elevator slide close behind me and I was instantly brought back to reality. I had a mission to complete, I had a bitch to kill.
I made my way down the hallways, reading the little name tags beside the doors and then checking inside the rooms, just in case. I couldn't find her at first, but my persistence eventually paid off. I made it to the terminal ward [I'm not sure if that's what they called it, but it was full of old vegetables. She was sitting beside an old man who was, for all who looked upon him, as brain dead as me. She was reading a book to him. I listened for a while, it was something about a farm full of talking animals. I was memorized by her graceful rhythm while reading, it was hypnotic. I remembered how much I trusted her, even when she had me chained to the wall. She was, or at least pretended to be, someone who cared when the rest of the world didn't.
I shook my head and walked beside the bed. She looked up annoyed at first, and then she saw me.
"You?!" She said dropping the small book on the floor.
"Yes, me." I replied without a smile.
"But I thought you...?"
"I was dead to begin with." I said coldly.
"What, what are you doing here?" She asked, shaking.
"I'm here to kill you, bitch."
She jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over. She held her arms in the air, a sign of surrender. I saw through her facade.
"No, you can't please, please reconsider!" She begged.
"My mind has been made." I said.
"I can't die now, I have too much to do first."
"Yeah? Like what?" I asked, irritated.
She motioned to the old man lying in a death sleep, eyes half open. I shrugged, not understanding.
"He's my father! And he's dying!" She screamed.
"Are you sure he's not already there?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm sure! Why do you think I wanted to help you so much!?"
"Help me!?" I asked in a furious scream. "How was leaving me for a firing squad helping me!?"
"Well, I was at first. But I soon realized there was nothing to gain, not after I had taken samples of your blood."
"What does that mean?"
"It means after I was done with you, I was done with you." She said.
I am the used.
"Did you get what you were looking for from my blood, you stupid bitch? I screamed.
"Yes, and..." She paused, her back to the window. I could see raindrops crashing against the glass. "And no."
"And no?"
"Well, it worked. The experiments of injecting humans with infected samples, but the more they ate, the more they...lost control of themselves." She said.
"Yeah, I could have told you that." I said with hostility.
"But the fact that those we infected were healed, for the things they needed, was a success!" A smile grew on her face.
"I don't get it." I said.
"The virus reanimated the dead cells in people. One girl was paralyzed from the waist down. After we injected her she could walk, but shortly after, she was lost in her hunger."
"Yeah, it can do that to you." I said.
"None of them had as much humanity intact as you have. They've all done horrible things, things that can't be undone."
"We zombies aren't the only ones who tend to do those kinds of things." I said with a smirk.
"I'm not saying humans aren't flawed, I'm just noting that you seem to be the most civilized zombie I've encountered." She said, now not so tense.
"It's hard work. I've done terrible things too, I've destroyed beautiful things."
"Ha, I bet." She said with a smile. "Well, it was real but now it's time for you to die."
I looked around and saw four police officers at the door all with guns drawn. I looked back at her, she was smiling that she had just won the lottery. I sighed.
"I guess you're right." I said dropping my head onto my chest.
The door busted open and I could hear the cops rushing in.
"Now, don't anybody move!" One shouted. I heard Sam giggle, and lost it. There was no way, being this close, that I was giving up. I raised my head, my nose flared and eyes narrow, focusing on the cunt. She made eye contact and knew instantly, I was going to kill her. Her mouth flew open and her arms lifted, like she was trying to signal to the cops, but was too frightened to do so. I screamed and lunged, sprinting towards her.
"FIRE!" I heard one scream. I was filled to the top with fury and nothing phased me, not the bullets penetrating through my back, spraying my dead blood all over the room. Not the screams from everyone in the room. Nothing phased me. I had tunnel vision, I saw only Sam, and I was going to kill her. She looked around the room, in panic, backed up to the window. All the color left her face, and tears started flooding from her eyes.
I leaped into her, wrapping my arms around her waste. We both crashed into the glass window, breaking through it. All I could hear were screams and the howling of the wind as we fell towards the earth. We must have hit some kind of railing or support beam or something, because the next thing I knew, I was spinning in another direction. I lost hold of Sam and slammed into something else. Then the final thud came, and I rolled down some kind of incline. I stopped and couldn't feel my body. I tried to move, but nothing happened.
Then I was picked up by the head, and still couldn't feel my body.
"Jessica." It was X. "Jessica?"
"Uhhhh...What?" I asked in pain.
"Oh, my god! You're alive?!" He asked, I could tell he was running as he carried me.
"Well, not really." I said opening my eyes for the first time.
"What?" He asked. I saw the sky above his head, dark and menacing.
"Zombie, remember?" I said. He laughed. "So what happened?"
"Well, that fall was pretty amazing. The two of you were sliced into a million little chunks."
"Wait, WHAT!?" I screamed. He tried to hush me.
"Jessica, please. I'm trying to make a getaway with a severed head, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."
"So how much of me is left? Just my head?" I asked as he opened the car door and tossed me inside.
"Pretty much." He put on his seatbelt and turned the car on. We drove in silence for a while. I was just resting on the seat, and his focus was on the road.
"Hey, X." I asked after a while.
"Yes?" He asked looking at me.
"Wanna do an experiment?"
"What kind of experiment?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know. One like, what would happen if we attached my head to a decapitated body kind of experiment." I said playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Do you like that idea?"
"I will when we find a body with a big butt." He said.
"Okay." I said with a giggle. "Let's get started."


-Sir Jestro