I flopped onto the grass, wet with dew. I drew in a deep breath, and groaned. Had it all really happened?
I sat up, leaning forward, and stared blankly at my hands. There was dirt and blood under my fingernails. My foot shifted and hit something soft and spongy. I whimpered and drew my knees up to my head, wrapping my arms around my legs.
Yes, it had happened. But how?
'Come on, think!' I commanded myself silently. I lay my head on my knees and closed my eyes. The scene played itself behind my closed eyelids...
"Come on, Vicky, hurry up!" My friend Claire said.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I said, scurrying to catch up with her.
To anyone who didn't know us, we looked like complete opposites. While Claire looked trendy and hip with her bleach blonde hair, pink tank top, and ultra-short jean shorts, I looked dark and gothic with black, multi-colored streaked hair, a black Disturbed tee-shirt, and dark baggy shorts. Yet we had been best friends since pre-school, and by the time we realized we didn't really have anything in common with one another, we had become so close it didn't really matter.
We walked passed one of those spinning vomit rides, from which screams were floating toward us. We were at a carnival, out of complete boredom. We were just walking around, not really sure what to do.
"God, gross," Claire said, "Probably somebody throws up every time on that ride."
"Yum," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, look at that creeper." Claire muttered to me. I turned, and there was a pale guy, standing in the shadows and watching us.
I opened my eyes. A creeper. If only that's what he really was.
I looked up to see the dark, unmoving shape before me that was my friend's corpse.
'Claire, what happened to you?' I thought silently.
"Come on up, test yer luck!"
A big, burly guy was hollering at the top of his lungs at a prize booth. We continued to walk until we reached a wall.
"Well, isn't this fun?" I said annoyed. I was so bored.
"Yes, it is." A voice said behind us.
My memory stopped there. I couldn't remember anything else.
Yelling was in the distance. A mob came to me. What was going on?
"We buried you a week ago!"
"You're dead!"
"Zombie! Zombie!"
"Witch!"
That was stupid, I tried to explain. Only a grunt came out.
Someone shot a gun at me. The bullet sank into my skin, but no blood came out. I didn't feel anything.
Suddenly, my stomach started to hurt. Had one of the bullets had an effect? No, my stomach was fine. So why did it hurt so much?
Suddenly, I understood, and I smiled, ready to embrace my new life.
I was hungry.
A/N: Just another product of my twisted imagination...
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