Mel

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A lone figure walked down a dark alley , slowly , so painfully slow that it was clear that the person was in pain . Their clothes were torn , dirty and blood stained . In fact they were little more than rags on the walking body , barely offering any sense of decency .

The alley was vacant , and filthy . Strewn over garbage lay on the pavement in heaps . The tall flats offered a dark covering and the person knew they would be safe for a little while . But they had to -

After one more step , the person tripped again and fell down flat . They lay there , refusing to rise and one would have assumed them to be dead . But they were not , because they were a little girl with long red dirty hair , wearing an ugly ragged dress and who had passed out from exhaustion .

The little girl had been wandering around and hiding for days now . Trying to live to the next day but two things stopped her ; Food and safety . There was little food left in the places she had went and it was little more than crumbs because of the rise in rats now .

Then there was her safety , something she tried very hard to keep . This meant squeezing into places to hide that scratched her skin and constantly running around with no sense of direction . She had lost any idea of where in the city she was , her only source of strength was fear .

The fear of a scrape on the ground . The fear of a small sound behind a corner . The fear that any moment her body would be torn into pieces to feed a horde of ravenous undead monsters . She had to move !

Slowly the girl raised a hand and tried to lift herself up but it was hard , her body was so weak having eaten last , three days ago . After a moment , she managed to sit up and took slow deep breaths , before looking to see if she'd started bleeding .

Bleeding was bad . It brought THEM to her .

Oh , the blood on her dress ?

It was the blood from a dead body she had found in an alley much like the one she was in . It had been of a small baby , atleast the girl assumed it was a baby . The little thing had been gutted worse than a fish and only the baby blanket ( red as crimson ) showed it had been a baby .

The girl had rubbed her body with the stinking rotten and putrid fluid . She'd read in a book , a small one left in a bookshop , that hiding ones scent with other smells protected prey . She had been so happy when the zombie attacks had lessened and she'd even managed to get food .

But then the zombies increased in number and there were less places to hide . Meaning less time to get food , more time spent running , more energy wasted and a little girl , half dead in a dirty and dark alley .

The girl swallowed , tasting her dry throat as if it was rubbing her tongue . It was as dry as sandpaper . She turned her head and looked to where she was going , a fire escape . She could climb up there and maybe sleep for a few hours .

The girl tried to lift herself up but her body screamed in protest . No more ! You can't go any further !

I have to ! She thought angrily and by luck she managed to get to her feet and held onto the wall for support . For the first time in a long time the girl smiled , feeling proud of herself . She wouldn't quit . She would keep on going . She had to live . She would survi-

Her thought ended as a zombie pounced on her from behind . The creature snapped her neck and the girl died instantly without even knowing anything .

After that , the zombie let the body fall and then grabbed it's head . It started to bang the girls head onto the pavement . Again ! Again ! Again and again ! Finally the skull was mushy and brain tissue flowed out like yoke from an egg . The zombie lifted a finger and touched the brain matter , and then put a finger in his mouth . Finding it tasty , he proceeded to eat her brain , taking little time and only the front of the girls head was left , the eyes sinking into the back .

The zombie , looked at the girl and then her sunken eyes . He reached out and pulled one eye ball from its socket . When he raised the eye ball to his own one eye ball , he saw the iris was green . He turned it and placed the eye inside his own skull , now having mismatched eyes .

Sounds from across the alley made the zombie raise his head and look up . A small group of zombies were coming his way , having smelt the blood from the little girl . He looked at the girl and then grabbed her neck . Using his strength , the girls neck came off like a cork , spilling blood onto the pavement .

The zombie then got up with the girls head and left the other zombies to pick the girl apart . The horde that came ripped the ragged dress the girl had been wearing and tore her stomach open , whilst others tore off her limbs .

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In a dirty and filthy second story apartment , a zombie was moving around , holding a girl's half smashed and half eaten skull in his arms . The zombie moved into the living room , a small space with a flipped over sofa and a broken TV , with a smashed in table . The walks were creamy white and the floor was carpeted and red . Although whether it was red because that was it's original colour or because it was blood , the zombie didn't know .

He moved to the kitchen , a horrible place with a wet floor , cracked tiles on the floor and wall . The stove had been broken into and the drawers and cupboards were empty and hung open .

The zombie went into the bedroom , and here he stopped and walked in . Unlike the other rooms , this room was less ... dirty but far more gruesome . Skulls and faces were on the wall , held by their hair on hooks .

The skulls were decayed and fly's flew in and out of them , as did baby maggots . The zombie looked around and saw a vacant spot for the new skull he had brought . He lifted it up and , amazingly , tied the girls hair onto the hook .

Finally , he finished and sat on the only furniture in the room , the bed . It was dirty , blood stained and the blankets were torn in many places . The zombie looked at all the faces on the walls around him , 12 in total and then he looked infront of him at the round mirror that took up most of the wall infront of the bed .

A long , long time ago , when the zombie could still remember things , he had written his name on the glass with blood . It had been with his own finger nails and it was horribly crude .

The zombie stood up and looked at his reflection , using only one eye , because the little girl's eye didn't work . Slowly the zombie gazed at himself from head to toe . Here is what he saw ;

He was a tall , slim looking teenager . He had blonde brown hair , dirty and caked with blood and dirt . A dark green jacket , and grey shirt with faded blue jeans showed he'd had a sense of taste before he died . His face was lean , with his curly hair covering his temples and a bit of his left face . Blood and dirt had covered the clothes , making them look ghastly .

His skin was pale , green and creamy , with veins able to be seen by the naked eye . Rot had started to affect his cheeks and his flesh had begun peeling off like dry mud on raw meat . A blue eye was in the left socket of his skull and a green eye was in the other .

" I ... Mel "