You Would Too- [Part 1]
She ducked her head and giggled behind her hand. It would have been a childish, endearing gesture if her hand wasn’t almost all the way rotted through. A ragged hole less than a square inch in size was missing from just under her index finger joint. Through it, I could see two large, grime encrusted teeth. A worm stuck its way from out between her gums, poked it’s head out of the hole in her hand a little ways, sniffed around, and ducked back in.
I turned away and walked back to my room, being careful to watch out for worms and puddles of black rotted off flesh on the floor. “Fucking slobs.” I said to the wall, hitching my towel a little tighter.
I have to shower constantly. It’s the smell. I feel like I’m constantly coated in a thin film of slime that oozes off their bodies.
Fucking zombies.
It’s been like this for something like two months. More maybe, it’s February now, and I think they first started showing up around November. My roommates didn’t become zombies until early December. I’m a little worried about the coming of the spring. The smell, as it is, is bad. All I need is to be stuck in an apartment with two putrid bodies in the hot summer heat. Make that three putrid bodies. Robert started changing last week. We’ve been keeping him in his room. He keeps screaming. After this year, I think I’m hardened to anything. But it sounds so wrong. It’s like his lungs are flooded with honey and he’s trying to sing.Oh god, it smells so bad. You have no idea.
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