The Dead Do Eat (OPEN!)

[Wormwood Taylor]

It had taken him a week to get up the courage to move from the dorms, but the smell of death was starting to make him sick to his stomach and he just had to leave. He remembered the shock and disorientation when he had woken up, the panic. Now, he was carrying no symptoms when he had fallen asleep, he had just fallen asleep right? Wrong... He had been pretty sure he had died, everyone else did... So why not him?

He was alive, yes, but no heart beat... No real urge to eat. He couldn't help but feel... Was he a zombie? After leaving the dorms, he had learned of the survivors, but they were living... And then he had learned to the Awakened and they had powers. Then, slowly the news of a third group, the Plagued. They were more like cursed and that seemed to fit the bill pretty closely. So, he was pretty sure most people were not fond of the Plagued, and surely, he had seen many of them rip apart a corpse to feed. All he wanted was a juicy burger, he was not all that interested in eating people's flesh.

So, he had looked at himself in the mirror, regarding the darkening under his eyes, the purple deepening around his lips. He'd have to fix that. It had taken only a quick raid of the girl's dorm to find coverup that lightened the colour at least. William had packed a bag and had left for the city.

The college (a small private school) he had been attending was a good twenty miles out of town, and now, he was just reaching the bridge. It seemed like a good place to stop, he sat down in the shade cast by the bridge on the far side, and pulled out a sandwich that consisted of just two pieces of stale white bread and a slab of raw hamburger. He was getting used to it. It tasted great, it was getting around the thought process of "Oh my god, \I am eating raw meat..." That was the difficult part. He swiped a strand of violet hair out of his face and chomped into the sandwich. His ears alerted him of someone approaching and he sank further into the shadows.

Usually, he was more social and might even acknowledge this stranger, but now.. .Well, things were different now. He was dead, and from what he could gather, not especially liked anymore. Best to try and go unobserved. He munched on his sandwich, his dull blue eyes turning to see who was crossing the bridge.

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[!Kalamity {Harmony} Jackaal~!]

well some nights...

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[/color] She wasn’t exactly partial to Plagued. The scars on her body were the main reason for that. But their blood lust also bothered her. As well as the fact they were just higher functioning zombies. Either way, she was prepared to shoot to kill.
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[Wormwood Taylor]

He did not look the like of this human, be her enlightened or just a survivor. She had a mean look in her eye and it was only verified by the words tumbling from her mouth. "Look..." He started, waving out the hand holding the remainder of his sandwich. His voice was nasal and brimming with cynicism. "All I want to do is eat my goddamned sandwich, is that all really too much to ask?" He questioned, rolling his eyes. It's not like she could kill him, he was already dead. "It isn't enough, that I had to wake up. It wasn't enough that I found out I was dead... but NOW!" He made an exasperated noise that was half a chuckle and have a snort. "I can't even eat my sandwich in peace?"

William stood. "Fine, I'll move on. I just was enjoying myself, you know, finding peace as a zombie is surprisingly difficult." He finished off the sandwich, juice from the meat running down his chin. He wiped it away with his sleeve. "Put that gun down, I ain't going to eat you, sweetheart." He muttered, rolling his eyes again.

"It's surprising what the world has come to, being judged before they even get to know you." He shook his head. "Everything is going to be alright they said! You'll be fine, they said!" He ranted. "Yeah, everything is just peachy-keen! Couldn't be any better! Greatest day of MY life!" He muttered sarcastically.

"As if being able to feel the maggots under my skin wasn't bad enough. Fine! Fine!" He threw up his hands. "I'm going, jeez." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and took a step back from the direction he had come from. He looked her over. "You know. I enjoy being dead. Greatest thing that ever happened to me." His words, if real tangible things, would have dripped poison. "We're the lucky ones. I feel real bad for you, sweetheart. Real bad." He shrugged his shoulders. "So where do I go? Wander the forest until I rot?" He asked darkly.

"Yeah, sure, sounds like a great time! It'll be a blast!"

[!Kalamity {Harmony} Jackaal~!]

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[/color] she said, her voice dripping with acid sarcasm.

She crossed her arms at his next statement. “Of course you’re judged. What do you expect? Your kind isn’t exactly the first kind of people to go skipping through a field of flowers, now are you?”[/color] she asked. She couldn’t keep the acid from dripping from her voice. Her hatred for Plagues wasn’t just born on judgment alone. There were plenty of things deeper than a judgment call that made her hate them. She sneered at his rant. But one line made her thoughts stop cold.

He went to stand. “I like being dead,” he had said. Kal stared at him. Everything stopped at those words. “Uh… what?”[/color] she asked, disregarding his snide comment about going to the forest. If she’d been in her right state of mind she would reply with something about bugs and such. His words though circled her brain, and nothing else really sunk in. “What do you mean you like being dead? Why do you feel bad for us?”[/color] she asked slowly. Those words coming from a Plagued were the most surprising and unworldly she’d ever heard. And yes that was within the present time as well. She didn’t know what to make of it. It confused the ever living hell out of Kal, and that pissed her off to no end.
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[Wormwood Taylor]

Wormwood turned back, his arms were crossed over his chest. It was a clear from his body language that he was not a happy camper. His classic frown was painted over his face. He had not been a happy person alive, and he was equally unhappy now that he was dead. William was the kind of man that, if taken to a lovely beach during a beautiful sunset would complain about the sand in his trunks and that it was too hot. "It's called sarcasm." He muttered, "But I do feel the plagued are luckier. We don't have to worry about much. Most people leave me alone, I don't have to worry about finishing school anymore, or getting a job..." He lifted one hand, waving it dismissively. "What a waste of time. If I had known I was going to die, I wouldn't have been taking business."

The boy barked a short, dry laugh. "I mean, all of you have to worry about 'survival'..." He made quotes with his fingers as he said the last word. "Fellow zombies leave me alone. From what I can gather, I'm an anomaly."

"Y'all..." The word slipped from his lips, a long ago accent he had tried to get rid of. Backwater Maine did that too you. "Are so jumpy, paranoid. Jumping at mice." He barked one of his laughs again, a short 'heh'. "And me, I get to do whatever I want, I don't need to breathe, unless I'm talking, of course, and I don't need to sleep. Essentially, I'm more productive than any of you. Think of it, without sleep, I save about eight to ten hours a day, let's estimate that at eight. So that's fifty six hours a week, two hundred and twenty four hours each month and just short of about two thousand and seven hundred hours each year..." He rattled off numbers, he was good at math. "Think of how much more I can do than you..." He grinned, it was a sharp, thin smile that showed off no teeth.

"And seeing as I'm not wasting that time eating people..." He paused, "I don't really know what I'm doing with that time yet, I've used it for getting here so far... Maybe I will finish my studies, if it weren't for the fact that I was a rotting corpse, maybe opening a business in this... Economy, would be very profitable."

He had a habit of rambling, especially about things that people didn't really care about. He licked his lips slowly. "Anyway, seeing as you don't want me around, I guess I'll try my luck in the next city." He stood oddly for a plagued, straight backed, shoulders down. It was stiff, business-like. "I've heard of us... Smarter plagues gathering, but if that's a rumour or not... I'm not sure."

"They're like animals." His lips pulled briefly up in a sneer. "I can't stand them, they don't show an iota of self control, it's disgusting really. Just because you crave it, doesn't mean you have to give in to every single whim..." He looked up at her, his eyes flashing momentarily with passion. "Just because you may be attracted to someone, that doesn't mean that you sleep with them... It's the same thing. It's all about control." He folded his arms back across his narrow chest. William liked self-control, and regulations and rules and laws. He did not enjoy this new world with it's lack of guidelines.

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[!Kalamity {Harmony} Jackaal~!]

well some nights...

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[/color] she said finally, rolling her eyes. For added effect she pointed to her shirt, which happened to read 'cool story bro, tell it again'. Luckily, she wore it today. Who would have thought it would come in handy?

She looked at him a bit skeptically for a moment. It only took a second later for her to let out a huff of air. “Alright so what I’m getting from you is you’re a normal person stuck in a zombie body. Okay cool. And you’re not gonna eat me… so that right there’s another plus…”[/color] she went on. Kal tucked the handgun in the back of the hem of her jeans and threw her shirt over it. It came off that the guy staring cynically at her wasn’t a threat. “Since you already ate your sandwich today, I guess you can stay. It seems we have reached an agreement though… you may hate Plagues just as much as I do.”[/color] Kal smirked slightly. Never in her life did she think words like that would be directed at a Plagued.
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