"What the fuck is wrong with that! Ew, gross! It's like my mum's spaghetti dressed in peanut butter instead of ketchup…. er, tomato sauce."
A normal human being would probably throw up after witnessing such a horrendous sight of someone eating off their left arm. However, I was not a fucking human anymore. God gave me this zombie onesie suit but remained my heart as a human.
I remembered that my stomach acted grumpy before arriving at this place. It even craved for some human flesh instead of those burgers I ate with my girlfriend before this apocalypse happened.
But after seeing that goddamn sight, I wanted to just become a zombie and munch some brains without minding the world. You know, those zombies who did not care about anything at all. Since I was a zombie with retained memories of my life, I struggled to believe these circumstances.
I also noted that the human turned into a zombie in a matter of seconds. It took the man exactly sixty seconds to transform himself into a flesh-eating monster. That man even ate his own left arm, since it recognised its own amputated limb as human meat.
"He could still fap with his right arm, right, Kawai….? Get your shit together, man! This scene is just the beginning!" I said to myself, while pounding my chest.
If I wanted to see my girlfriend once again, I needed to steel my heart from any troubling occurrences. That event was just the iceberg's tip since the zombie apocalypse had just started.
Now that I saw something horrifying, I went back to the road and resumed my journey. That man I witnessed was a lucky dude who fought until the end when the rest of his neighbours became zombie biscuits. If that was a normal dude, he would have freaked out and remained frozen on the ground. But instead, that bloke had balls to fight against some of those zombies.
It was too bad that he ended up dying. And the only thing that the guy could blame was himself for hiding inside his house. If he had not shouted like a toddler, that guy could have survived for a couple of weeks. He got his studio protecting him from the zombies, which would give him some time to live his own life inside. However, he ended up dying from the zombies because of his stupidity.
"That reminds me of something," I murmured. "What happened to this neighbourhood?"
If that man was still alive, humans like him should also be out there. They may have gone into hiding from the zombies, which the man did to survive.
I gazed at the houses at the sides and the walls filled with bullet holes and smeared blood. Some rooms still had their doors locked, which would be the perfect hiding place for the humans.
"It might be worth a shot," I grumbled to myself, and went on a side quest.
I wanted to view the uncharted rooms, hoping that there were still some humans left inside. As soon as I arrived in front of a locked door, I knocked five times and waited for an answer. Unfortunately, nobody was there to give me a reply.
"Well, maybe those people didn't want to test their chances?" I thought, and peeked through the keyhole.
Thanks to my enhanced sight of being a zombie, my eyes could see through anything like a magnifying glass. Since I received my system, my body got dialled to eleven, improving all my senses besides my sense of touch. I could feel nothing but pleasure in my body, which I specifically left and indicated in my system.
I did not want to waste any more time idling in this empty house. "FBI, COMING THROUGH! OPEN UP!"
I always wanted to do that, raiding somebody's house and acting as if I was an officer. But with a glance, everyone should know that I did not look like justice.
I looked like an alien who stole the neighbour's cow inside their house. You know those UFOs visiting the farming lands? Yeah, I was one of those…. or acted as one.
So I aimed my gun at the door and pulled the trigger, unleashing my bullet of justice! It was my first time wielding a gun…. an actual gun that could kill people. The sensation was like from the arcade games I used to play when I was still a child. But when the bullet got off from the barrel, the entire firearm pushed my hands back…
"SHIT! RECOIL!" I panicky shouted, with my hands cowering in fear.
Although I got myself immune and numbed from any feelings, the sheer fright of this gun got me off guard.
After recovering from the gunshot, I went inside the room like a freaking spy. I did the moves like 007 did in the movies and entered like a lunatic zombie. The spy beat kept me alive inside my dead body, motivating me to do these cringe moments.
However, that came to a stop when five dead bodies greeted my eyes. Those five people died while hugging each other's arms. The family even had a baby girl wrapped around the mother's hands.
The mother protected her baby until the very end. Even the father clipped a bat in his arms to defend their children. Those pair of siblings must have done the best they could to move the shelf towards the door. Woefully, their efforts did not bear fruit, which eventually murdered everyone.
But despite the wholesome position, this lovely family died in the hands of those flesh-eating bastards. Each of them got their organs ripped off like some origami presented on the bookshelf. The man's intestines from before were nothing compared to this grotesque image.
I couldn't help but kneel before the family's corpse, staring at their carcasses. There was nothing I could do but mourn the death of these strangers. I did not know that their death inside this apocalyptic world would affect me this much...
There was one thing I learned after watching this sight alone….. The world of zombies became real for me. People die protecting their loved ones, while some die meeting no one at all.
And the worst part was me being a zombie. The family in front of me died from the undead that munched their bodies.
"I…. I'm also a zombie," I whispered, as I digested the bitter truth of this world.
Being an immortal undead with regenerative powers became a curse, not a blessing. My species were the ones who killed this innocent family. And if those humans would come face to face with me, they would also feel the same…..
All of those unaffected by the virus would run away from me, screaming that they saw a monster. And if someone close to them died, that person would haunt someone's mind before another person dies. It was an unending cycle of death that the apocalypse made….
"And I am one of them," I cried, while hugging both of my knees.
I couldn't move a muscle after thinking about those troubling things. It was difficult for me to brush those thoughts off since I was still a human…. Deep inside, I considered myself as a human being living inside a zombified vessel.
At least, that was what I thought.
What if there would come a time that I had to eat human flesh?
What if I saw some survivors on the road? Will I attack them for food? Or will I help them?
Am I even human… after transforming into one of these wretched fiends?
Nobody dared give me the answers. How could they when all the beings present in this room had already died? I left the question unanswered and continued with my life, carrying with me the burden of my choices.
Before I left, I went towards the baby girl and stared for a few moments. The adorable baby still had her eyes open, looking at her mother. If I was still a human, I would have cried on the spot while witnessing the scene. However, the world gave me this power….. and turned my body into an undead…. An undead that cannot die from anything.
"Hush, little one… I hope you live your next life with your mother." I closed the child's eyes, and prayed for the best of this young lass' soul.
While that happened, a zombie waltzed from the back hallway, hunting for food. Since I lost my mood, I turned around and immediately grabbed the zombie by its neck. The undead creature did not know what had come his way, especially when this man met me.
When I squinted my eyes, smears of blood covered the zombie's lips. And when I leaned my head closer to the zombie, the smell of metal lingered around my nostrils, hinting that the blood was still fresh.
The zombie looked at the family inside the room and desperately tried reaching out his arms. I followed the undead's gaze and met the dead family once more.
"Did you kill them?" I asked, with my hands quivering in anger. "DID YOU FUCKING KILL THEM?!"
I couldn't contain my emotions as I eventually slammed the zombie on the ground, bashing the skull wide open. A blaring sound of something cracking echoed inside the room. But my burning eyes, bathed in infected blood, did not mind that at all.
"I hate zombies….."
Despite the systems, powers, and cool things I did earlier, I took it all back. This world screwed the innocent lives of humans, specifically children of the Earth.