Undead Paparazzi

Cailyn's screaming came to a halt.­ It was more alarming than her screaming.

My head turned to look at her; the spasms had mostly subsided, although there would still be painful shocks of electricity that would ring through my body occasionally.

Cailyn's body lay motionless on the table. She was dead.

At least for now...

She wasn't moving: her eyes, chest, and limbs were as still as concrete.

Wow, they managed to kill a zombie without shooting them in the head or starving them to death. I have to give them props. The one thing that made me nervous though, was the thought that they could have injected me with the same substance.

Sure, it ended Cailyn relatively quickly once they jabbed her in the chest I presume, but mine could just be taking longer.

As much as I'd hate to admit it I would rather be a disgusting, oozing, filthy zombie than a motionless corpse.

Most people I believe would beg to differ, but those are usually the people who haven't experienced being a zombie. It's not all bad.

There are so many things that I miss out on from being living, but I honestly doubted this was the time to be reviving. If I did return to the living, would I be committed as a slave to this creepy zombie testing lab? Most likely...

I was talking as though I wasn't already in the process of returning to the living. If I wasn't strapped down, I would be able to place my hand over my heart, feel it's steady rhythm.

One thing I couldn't quite put my finger on was why in the world I was still able to understand Cody and Riley. Maybe that was cause the process had just began, but it was all so weird. I still had a part of me, in the back of my mind, I could feel it. That part of me craved animalistic instincts.

Speaking of Riley, if I managed to live through this I was going to have to kill him for creepily trying to eat me.

Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes, reimaging the scene where Riley began closing in on me.

My eyes snapped open when the door to the room slammed open. A young male, attractive, doctor walked in, seeming to test some of my vitals and then writing things down on the clipboard.

He turned back to me, eyeing me carefully.

I attempted to speak to him, clearing my throat, "Do you think you could unstrap me? It is awfully uncomfortable." My lips stretched into a weak smile.

He chuckled a bit, placing his clipboard down. "I suppose I could. I doubt you'd want to move around much anyways speaking you are still hooked up to these machines."

My eyes followed his movements as he unstrapped my arms and feet, "So? I could just unhook myself."

Picking up his clipboard again he readied himself to leave the room, "sure, you could. It might be a little painful though."

When he turned back around, I stuck my tongue out at him.

I know, childish.

He left the room closing the door behind him. I could hear a slight click, making me wonder if it was locked or if that was just the door completely shutting.

I immediately sat up. Preparing myself to try to leave. Screw that doctor, I was going to leave. I started to pull at the cords attached to my temple, but stopped.

"There is no way that doctor is stupid enough to unstrap me." My voice came out small as I mumbled to myself. Glancing around the room my eyes landed on the camera in the corner of the room, hanging from the ceiling.

"Great, I am putting on a show for them... Well, hope they enjoy it." I clenched my teeth and ripped out the cords from my temple.

At first all I could feel was a dull pain, but I let out a shriek once the pain fully settled in. Hunching over I clenched my temple momentarily. This was so stupid, why would they even put that there?

My hand reached for the last cord hanging off of abdomen. Pulling on three, I let out a small shriek yet again.

Despite the slight dizziness I felt, I managed to zip up the top of my suit again and slide off the table. I pushed my way towards the door and turned the knob, it clicked open.

I cursed. This was all a show for them, there is no way they are so stupid.

I hobbled down the hallway trying to remember which way I came from.

Arms reached out from a side area dragging me inside. I was pushed against the wall, arms encaging me inside. A hand covering my mouth.

I glanced up, it was the doctor from before. His eyes pierced me.

"Don't scream, I just want to talk. I have a proposition for you – I can help you get out of here." He waited for my agreement.

I nodded my head. "What do you want?" I pushed his hand away from my mouth.

"I want to be like you – well, err – like you were. I have always been so fascinated with zombies. I have seen the movies, read the books, learning all the different variation of zombie types." His rantings went on for a few moments.

I raised an eyebrow at him, clearly this guy had a screw loose, "You want to be like me? I don't know if you have noticed (since you did the testing), but I am not exceedingly craving your flesh right now."

"I know, I know. I can take you to you friends though, and you can explain." His eyes were frantic, he was searching my face for any signs of approval.

This was my chance to get out of here, regroup with Cody and Riley. I wasn't sure, entirely, what we were going to do once we regrouped, but perhaps he could help us escape.

"Fine.." I muttered.

He almost yelped with excitement. He grabbed my hand and started quickly walking down the hallway, dragging me behind him.

Wasn't he worried about us being caught? Or I don't know... having flesh cravings for the rest of his existence. Whatever the reason, he was insane, there was a screw loose somewhere and I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved.

Although, it seemed a little late for that.