Hunters of the Flesh Part Whatever
Diclamor: This story is 100% mine. Characters, plot and gore all come from my very chaotic imagination and it is not to be messed with.
Special thanks to my sweety. It was actually his telling of his night at work last night that inspired this one. ^^
Warnings: Zombies and a drunk. Not much fuss this time around.
Rating: A for amusement.
He stumbled along the crowded streets, the alcohol completely dimming his senses. He was in a rush… Sort of. The wife was waiting at home for him. It just wouldn’t be right to keep her waiting…
The zombie hoard bumbled around aimlessly, not even taking note of the drunkard stumbling around amongst them. He moved just like them. How could he be anything but a zombie?
It was all so ridiculous and yet it was truth.
The zombies just did not recognize a drunk as being different from them.
Then again, most living people wouldn’t be able to either.
Go figure.
Andy shook his head in amusement. This was so absurd it was entertaining. But he knew one of the more intellectual zombies was shambling around nearby. It was time to recover his latest charge and hope to hell neither would be spotted…
Azriel watched from afar, shaking his head at the oddities going on around him. Who would have thought a lush could survive simply because he blended in?
Moving on, knowing Andy had that one under control, he went to check on the rest of his charges. He knew the main group was safely holed up in a local church, but there were still others that needed attending to.
So off he went to aid the General and the survivors he was in charge of …
Sorry, I know this one is short, but it is helping me get back into focus with the story. Also, I figured some comedy was long over due and my boyfriend gave me some interesting ammo for it.
More to be posted at a later date…
Special thanks to my sweety. It was actually his telling of his night at work last night that inspired this one. ^^
Warnings: Zombies and a drunk. Not much fuss this time around.
Rating: A for amusement.
He stumbled along the crowded streets, the alcohol completely dimming his senses. He was in a rush… Sort of. The wife was waiting at home for him. It just wouldn’t be right to keep her waiting…
The zombie hoard bumbled around aimlessly, not even taking note of the drunkard stumbling around amongst them. He moved just like them. How could he be anything but a zombie?
It was all so ridiculous and yet it was truth.
The zombies just did not recognize a drunk as being different from them.
Then again, most living people wouldn’t be able to either.
Go figure.
Andy shook his head in amusement. This was so absurd it was entertaining. But he knew one of the more intellectual zombies was shambling around nearby. It was time to recover his latest charge and hope to hell neither would be spotted…
Azriel watched from afar, shaking his head at the oddities going on around him. Who would have thought a lush could survive simply because he blended in?
Moving on, knowing Andy had that one under control, he went to check on the rest of his charges. He knew the main group was safely holed up in a local church, but there were still others that needed attending to.
So off he went to aid the General and the survivors he was in charge of …
Sorry, I know this one is short, but it is helping me get back into focus with the story. Also, I figured some comedy was long over due and my boyfriend gave me some interesting ammo for it.
More to be posted at a later date…