Hungry

It wasn't as though the floor was uncomfortable. I was used to sleeping in less-than-luxurious conditions. Being an A+ zombie such as I, it was no big deal... at all.

I guess zombies slept, it's not as though we can't sleep. It just feels different. Like we are constantly in the state between falling asleep and being asleep. I can hear everything occurring and could instantly open my eyes, I even hear Riley breathing, but it was much more relaxing than being awake, and time passed by quicker.

At the beginning of this bloody apocalypse things were much different. It was a lot more gory and action-packed. Sure, seeing people being eaten and chopped up by psychos is exciting and all, but it was different at the start.

There was always screaming and blaring sounds from guns. I couldn't get a moments rest, and there was a greater amount of food on the dinner plate back then. Nowadays I see some undead just lazing about in their lucid state trying to pass time until their next meal.

One thing I miss about the world being normal – besides, well, being normal – is television. I was always able to tell what was occurring around the world and, more importantly, watch entertaining shows and movies.

"Hey Riley?" My voice cleared the semi-silent room, thanks to Riley's breathing.

He shifted and rolled so he was facing me, "What?"

His voice sounded less than pleased.

"Will you stop breathing so loudly –" Although that wasn't what I wanted to say, his slightly irritated voice made me spit it out. "Not what I was trying to say. Do you think if we go back to be human we will be arrested for murder?"

Riley stayed very silent for a few moments.

"Are you kidding me –"

"No! This is a serious question"

He let out a deep sigh, and a groan, "What is this? Get out of your head, how am I supposed to know. Good night."

Riley rolled back over and turned his back away from me.

My mouth fluttered, talking without a care that he was trying to sleep some more, "It is a perfectly good question you stupid demon. What if they make me human again, and you – well, I guess whatever your original form is – will we be arrested? We have killed several people."

I am not sure what would happen if I was reverted to being human. The world wouldn't change immediately just because of that, I mean, nothing says all zombies will react the same way.

Deciding it was best to sleep I closed my eyes and entered my lucid state. I dreamed about nothing. There was just a black screen, like there normally was when I slept. I used to have extremely vivid dreams, but ever since I became a zombie my nights have been extremely boring.

Next thing I knew, the lights in the room were being turned on. My eyes opened wide, and I looked to see Riley sitting back down on the bed.

"Normally after you turn the lights on, you stay awake." I muttered. Stupid Riley. "Don't think I forgot about last night either, I know you plan on killing me. I just haven't managed to figure out how."

Riley scoffed, "I don't think you will figure that out with the miniscule brain you have in your head."

"A big word from Riley? How amazing!" I smirked at him, "Would you like a gold star?"

He rolled his eyes at me and leaned against the wall.

We sat like that for a while longer before the door to our containment opened.

Men in hazmat suits entered the room. Neither of us really moved to attack them as it seemed pointless now. They dropped some fresh meat on the ground, teasing us momentarily liked dogs.

When neither of us moved to eat they looked at each other then proceeded to near us with shots. I absolutely hated the stupid shots they were giving us. The need was inhumanely long and pointy. There should be laws placed about the size a needle can be.

I was only majorly uncomfortable at first, then they decided to give Riley only one injection and me three. I won't lie and say my teeth were inching towards their suit even though I would throw up before eating one of them directly.

"I don't quite understand why you only get one. Maybe it is because I have been getting them longer than you, or this is your plan to kill me." I watched the hazmat men leave the room.

My hand covered the area where they punctured my flesh with the needles. It did not hurt of course, just felt like there was something on my arm.

Riley sauntered over next to me, poking the meat that was lain on the floor. After confirming it was, in fact, meat he shoved his face with it.

Being the lady, I was I delicately ate the meat. Unused to the even greater lack of appetite I had, I only ate a bit before handing it over to hog-face Riley and letting him finish it.

After what felt like forever Riley wiped his mouth off with his sleeve, "Are you alright Maya?"

His voice almost sounded sincere.

"Yes, I am. Why does it matter to you?" I frowned at him.

Riley eyed me weirdly momentarily, ignoring my question. "Do you want to shower first?"

"Sure – I guess?" It was kind of strange he was asking me to shower. Sure, I had meat sauce on my face but so did he. It wasn't like it was a new thing.

I walked into the bathroom still weirded out, I started unzipping my jumpsuit and had went to pull it down my legs when Riley burst through the door.

"Hello? Can I help you!" I shouted at him, incredibly glad I was wearing a tank top under the jumpsuit, and only had pulled it halfway down.

He walked close to me and breathed in my scent, following it down the arm that the shots were given in.

"Riley! Why are you sniffing me? This seems highly inappropriate – "

Riley suddenly stopped, covering his nose with his hand. My face heated up rapidly, was he telling me that I smelt bad. I mean I was dead, I don't know how much better he expected me to smell.

"Your arm – it doesn't smell rotting." Riley's eyes widened as he stared at my right arm.

I followed his gaze, sure enough my arm wasn't paled, dull and gross looking. It looked rejuvenated, I could even see the veins in it.

My eyes reached Riley's eyes, his mouth dropping, and I could tell he was looking at my arm with something other than interest.

He was hungry.

For my arm?