A quick convulsion of pain made the knife sway in his hand and he didn't cut off zombie's neck . Instead he cut a thin line across the neck , before his body fell back onto the bed . He winced and whimpered as the pain flowed through his veins like the torrent of a blood river . He'd pushed himself too far in that small attack and he hadn't even killed the zombie .
Taking wheezing breaths , Lesley opened his eyes and looked up at the zombie . He gritted his teeth , waiting to be killed . Except nothing happened .
The zombie just looked down at him with his one eye and then he reached down , taking him in his arms . Lesley didn't fight , his body was in too much gruesome pain . Carrying the boy , the zombie placed him back on the bed , on his back .
Lesley kept feeling the pulse of pain for nearly half an hour , until his body lulled him to sleep . He had not wanted to sleep but the pain was too much and his body was extremely weak after not eating for so long .
The zombie sat down on the floor again , with his back to the bed and his face looking at the door . He had been like that for three days straight .
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Next time when Lesley woke up , he did not move but stayed flat on his back looking at the roof . It was cream like the walls , the paint was chipping off and spiderwebs were on a ceiling light that still light the room .
It was not after ten minutes that Lesley rose up and sat on the bed with his back on the wall . Just as he had thought , the zombie from before was at the foot of the bed , not moving . He'd waited to see if it would kill him but after all this time sleeping , the zombie clearly had opportunity but did not take it .
What did it want to do with him ? He wondered . Could it be a lower class zombie servant ? Does it obey a upper class zombie?
In the early years of the apocalypse there were the very typical zombies . These were the subhuman , blood thirsty and conscious lacking creatures . However it was in the fifth year of the war when a new and even more deadlier type of zombie was spotted . They were larger , stronger and had more sense of consciousness . Often they controlled zombie hordes , making themselves upper rank zombies .
So Lesley was wondering if the zombie infront of him was working for an upper rank zombie . If so , then where was it ? What did it want with him ? To eat ? If so then why hadn't he been eaten already ? Or was it something else ?
The questions swirled inside Lesley's head and made him dizzy . Soon a loud growl sounded through the room , and suprisingly it was not from the zombie .
It was Lesley's stomach .
Lesley groaned as he felt the hollow empty feeling of starvation. Last time he woke , he had been too disorient and confused to think about it . Now however ,his body made him remember the importance of food . He tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry .
" Agh . " He moaned as he thought about what he could do .
That was when the zombie got up from the floor and turned to him and Lesley drew in a quick breath . His eyes didn't leave the zombie as it moved to his side and sat on the bed .
But what happened next made Lesley's eyes go wide .
Mel pulled out a rotten human hand and placed it infront of Lesley who looked at it with horror . It was a woman's hand , it looked green and Lesley was sure that whoever the woman had been , she had been dead for a while . Revulsion grew up inside him at the sight of the severed limb .
" Agh . " Mel groaned drawing Lesley's attention to him .
The zombie opened his mouth and closed it , showing his blood stained teeth . He repeated the action a few times until Lesley finally understood what he meant . When he did understand , two things popped into his mind ;
The zombie had a high level of consciousness and that the zombie was an idiot .
Lesley grabbed the hand and used it to smack Mel on the face , then he threw it away in disgust . The zombie boy looked at the discarded limb and the red head in confusion .
" Agh . " He repeated the eating action again and Lesley wanted to sock him .
" I...don't eat ... people. " Lesley said with his dry throat and Mel looked at the hand on the floor .
Then without saying a word , Mel got up and picked the hand up from the floor . He turned around and offered it to Lesley making the same biting motions . This just made the red head fed up and he decided to not waste his breath .
He closed his eyes and eased himself back into a laying position . Closing his eyes , he thought optimistically that death by hunger wasn't so bad . His hungry stomach however , growled in disagreement but he ignored it . Slowly his breathing slowed as he fell back asleep .
Mel looked at his sleeping body and then at the hand in his hand .
* ...don't...eat...* Lesley's words filtered through his mind .
Mel dropped the hand and walked out of the bedroom , going into the kitchen . There was a fridge in a corner and some long forgotten part of Mel remembered that the was food and opened it .
The inside contents were a sad display ; a shriveled onion , a plastic bag with a pile of mould that in it's dreams was still bread , a carton of what had once been milk but was now something indescribable and a section of eggs that were petrified by time .
Mel took everything out , one at a time and brought it into the bedroom , placing it on the floor next to the bed . It was when he placed the milk carton that Lesley woke up .
He had to wake up , the bedroom was smelling like a zombie donkey's behind .
The stale smell was gone and in it's place was an odor to terrify even the dirtiest pig. Lesley knew about uncomfortable smells but this was to the extreme . Forget smelling , he was hardly able to breath .
Mel waited until Lesley looked at him and then he presented the carton of milk . Lesley took it slowly and opened it , taking a sniff .
" God ! " He swore and dry coughed . The smell was atrocious . If a cow knew it made that , it would never eat grass and opt for death .
Slowly Lesley placed it on the other side of the bed . Mel watched him and then he brought two eggs to the red head .
Lesley held the eggs and shook them , but the contents were solid . Thinking maybe , by a miracle the zombie had a boiled egg , he cracked the shell .
It was a mistake, he regretted instantly .
The released stench rivaled the milk , so horrendous that his nose and mind couldn't believe it . He gave dry heaves and his eyes watered , but thank gracious he did not drop the egg .
" Take away ... get ... away . " He said with his parched throat giving Mel the egg and the zombie took the eggs , feeling confused . Which didn't surprise Lesley . Zombies could only smell human flesh and were out of tune with everything else .
After a few minutes of Mel trying to give Lesley the eggs back and the red head refusing them , Mel eventually put them back in the fridge . When he came back and without the eggs , Lesley breathed a sigh of relief .
The next thing that Mel tried to give Lesley was the pile of mould in a breadbag . The red head took the bread and placed it on the side of the bed , not needing to sniff that .
The last thing Mel gave him was the shriveled onion which Lesley took and looked at thoughtfully . Although it wasn't a typical piece of food , and the skin had dried to rinkles , it was the only edible thing the zombie had brought to him .
Lesley opened his mouth and ate the dry herb , slowly and with a sour look on his face . When Mel saw him eat , he moved towards the end of the bed and sat back down .
Fuckinhg great , Lesley thought , I haven't eaten for four days and it thinks I can survive on an onion .