A Zombie's Point of View

It ended quicker than you could imagine.  One moment the spark was there, the next...it was gone.   That small spark of life extinguished itself in my mind and the world, as I once knew, went with it.  At first, there was only darkness.  I could feel everything that I was, slowly fading away.  The muffled sounds of my loved ones crying over my body barely registering.  Soon those sounds drifted away and I was left in silence.  It was unbelievably cold, yet I felt no discomfort.   I felt no fear or sense of loss either.  I willed my fingers to move and although I know they responded to my body's command with a twitch, I still felt nothing.  NOTHING...except this one thing.  All I felt was hunger and the feeling was quickly becoming maddening.
My clouded eyes opened slowly and looked around with a new sense of purpose.  .  Slowly as I stood up from the hard concrete ground of the parking lot, I looked around for something to satisfy my new needs.  It was really more of a need.  A single driven compulsion.  There was nothing in sight, but that did not discourage me.  I walked.  I had no direction in mind.  The direction I was facing seemed as good as any other.  I walked out of the parking lot onto the road and kept walking.  Step after slow step, I continued to move forward.  Some unseen force telling me which way to go.  After several hours, I saw them.  Others like myself, blindly dragging their decaying bodies in search of what?  I don't know...but I followed their lead and trailed behind the pack of them.  My eyes would occasionally meet with another and cross over them as they came near to me.  I should have feared their rotting flesh.  I don't know how the the smell of death did not sicken me.  But with no more interest, we both would look away from one another and to continue to walk.  We did not rest.  We did not drink.  We did not speak.
The sounds of voices shouting in the distance brought a murmur of groaning excitement to the pack.  Our heads seem to shoot up in unison in the direction of the sound and, as if choreographed, we all turned toward it.  The pace seem quickened now and the reason for it became clear around the next corner.  A small group of people were huddled protectively around an injured man.  The man lied on the ground grasping his leg as a steady flow of blood gushed from it.  The looks of horror on their faces as we approached should have registered to me, but they did not.  I never realized how strong the scent of blood was before.  It floated into my nose and I could almost feel my mouth water.
"Leave me!" the injured man pleaded to the others.  "Save yourselves!"  The three around him refused to move.  A woman tried lifting the man from the ground as we came closer to them.  "NO...we won't leave you John.  Get up!  You can't just give up on us."  The two other men stood firmly in front of the injured man and woman.  They raised their weapons at us ready to put up a fight.  The one called John struggled to get on his feet but his weight was too much for the small woman.
The first of us reached them and attacked but quickly had a pick axe crashed into his skull.  He fell but there was still about a dozen more of us to fight off.  The second man managed to slam a shovel into the closest one of us, but we were advancing too quickly and I heard one of the men scream in terrified pain as he was grabbed and bitten on the shoulder from behind.  The fresh gush of blood from his wound sending the remainder of us into a frenzy.  Myself included.
The remaining man walks backward with his weapon raised and with his free arm he manages to get a hold of John.  "Let's try to make a run for it.  There's too many of them."  The woman looks over at him and nods her head but even she knows they won't get far carrying their injured friend.   BANG!  One gunshot goes off and the one next to me goes down.  Heads jerk in all directions as we try to see the source of the new sound and enemy.  BANG!  BANG!  Two more fall.  I see the man with the gun as he approaches from the far end of the street.  His clothes appear symbolic in some way and the light glimmers off the small metallic object on his chest.  More of us fall as two more shots go off.  Most of us have fallen and the few remaining are still drawn to the scent of fresh blood.  I turn back and look at the one still devouring the man caught off guard and bitten.  That is when I see him.  Another man was quietly coming up from behind us.  His arms raised as he pulls back his one arm and the swoosh flies by my ear.  I look next to me as an arrow goes into the skull of another one of us.  I stand still and look back at the man who shot the arrow.  I tilt my head as he moves closer to me and I notice a strange furry object hanging from his belt.  I could tell the object was freshly killed by the new scent of blood.  My eyes drift back over to the one feeding on the poor man just as the loud sound of a bullet fires and enters his skull.
I am the last of my group.  Even though I had only been with them for a very short time, they were my group in the fact that I too would have fed upon the others if these two men had not shown up.  I looked at the man staring back at me with his crossbow raised and slowly nodded my head.  I wanted him to finish me.  I had no understanding of anything, but somehow I knew this is not what I wanted to be.  The man's eyes crease as he hesitates releasing his arrow.  "What the fuck?" he mumbles and the other man turns around. "Daryl?  You alright?"  Daryl looks at the man and nods.  "I'm alright Rick.  It kinda looked like this one wants me to kill it."  The man called Daryl shakes his head in disbelief. "Nah, that's not possible.  Go check on the survivors.  I got this."  He looks back at me for a moment before aiming his bow at my head.  As the muscle tensed in Daryl's arm, I closed my eyes and waited for the swoosh of air once more.  This time there was no sound.  Only a quick flash as the arrow pierced my skull and then, once again, darkness.  Beautiful, sweet darkness.

---- Written by V. Blood  ( @TheLadyBlood )