Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Jul 30, 2012 20:05:27 GMT -5
This is getting posted here and on CR. This is the first post in a zombie apocalypse roleplay, through the eyes of Natas/Alvaro, a man with split-personalities who was bitten by a zombie and infected.
'Why? Why?!' He had lost count of the number of times he had thought this. He had been laying in one place, but his consciousness had been with him the whole time. Why didn't they shoot him? Why couldn't he move? Why was he ALIVE? He had heard their snarls all night, yet none of them dared to touch him. Why? Why couldn't they just eat him? Why was this happening?
And that was when his eyes finally opened. He was no longer dying on the street. He was... was this the sewers? He was sitting on what looked like a makeshift throne, a toilet with the seat down, with a concrete slab on the back, and.. were the armrests human corpses? The worst question of all was why he wasn't disgusted. It was natural instinct somehow that this was right. Looking down, his mouth half-open, confused. Before him was a legion of zombies. At least a hundred crammed into this sewer, just... watching. Waiting.
HEHEHE! It worked, Natey! We're back! Alvaro's voice was still in my head. Was this hell? And why weren't the zombies att--... Zombies don't mess with other zombies. It all suddenly clicked. He looked down at his slightly-greener skin. Some of the flesh already seemed gone.
"MASTER!" The horde suddenly erupted. All I heard with my ears was a loud snarling, roaring. Yet, why could I hear more? "Master! You were the strongest human! Now you are strongest of us! You are leader, you are Master!" One of the zombies had stepped forward and snarled this out. Was this... true? Reality?
"BRAINS! FLESH! BLOOD! Master spill for us! We eat! Master make us win! Master make us strong! Master make US most being on planet!" He continued. A large roar from the others in agreement.
"HA HA! YES! I AM YOUR KING, YOU FILTHY BEASTS! GO! KILL! Except... you." Alvaro singles out one from the crowd, who did the zombie stumble-walk in front of the throne, dropping to the ground. The others scramble. Alvaro rises from the throne, a huge grin on his face, one that showed sharpened teeth, like a shark. "Today's your lucky day, grunt. You get to be food for your Master. Heheh..." The zombie rises, only to have it be picked up by the skull. It was a child once. A small one, probably eight or nine years old. It showed no emotion as Alvaro began tearing into the meal...
Once there was nothing left but a skeleton, he licked his lips, wiping any excess blood and gore onto his arm. "Ha HA! Welcome to the life, Natas Baby! That was delicious!"
Natas takes his body and sighs. "I don't know what you're planning... But this body is mine. And these zombies... are now also mine. I won't eat humans... and I won't kill. Not ever..."
"Fine, fine. Your little 'hero' speech over? We're a zombie now! Have some fun, now. You can cut loose now. You're DEAD!"
And Natas sighs heavily. This was his existence now... A zombie. But he controlled them. They were his. Perhaps... Perhaps he could use this to his advantage...
End Zombie Natas: Part I
And that was when his eyes finally opened. He was no longer dying on the street. He was... was this the sewers? He was sitting on what looked like a makeshift throne, a toilet with the seat down, with a concrete slab on the back, and.. were the armrests human corpses? The worst question of all was why he wasn't disgusted. It was natural instinct somehow that this was right. Looking down, his mouth half-open, confused. Before him was a legion of zombies. At least a hundred crammed into this sewer, just... watching. Waiting.
HEHEHE! It worked, Natey! We're back! Alvaro's voice was still in my head. Was this hell? And why weren't the zombies att--... Zombies don't mess with other zombies. It all suddenly clicked. He looked down at his slightly-greener skin. Some of the flesh already seemed gone.
"MASTER!" The horde suddenly erupted. All I heard with my ears was a loud snarling, roaring. Yet, why could I hear more? "Master! You were the strongest human! Now you are strongest of us! You are leader, you are Master!" One of the zombies had stepped forward and snarled this out. Was this... true? Reality?
"BRAINS! FLESH! BLOOD! Master spill for us! We eat! Master make us win! Master make us strong! Master make US most being on planet!" He continued. A large roar from the others in agreement.
"HA HA! YES! I AM YOUR KING, YOU FILTHY BEASTS! GO! KILL! Except... you." Alvaro singles out one from the crowd, who did the zombie stumble-walk in front of the throne, dropping to the ground. The others scramble. Alvaro rises from the throne, a huge grin on his face, one that showed sharpened teeth, like a shark. "Today's your lucky day, grunt. You get to be food for your Master. Heheh..." The zombie rises, only to have it be picked up by the skull. It was a child once. A small one, probably eight or nine years old. It showed no emotion as Alvaro began tearing into the meal...
Once there was nothing left but a skeleton, he licked his lips, wiping any excess blood and gore onto his arm. "Ha HA! Welcome to the life, Natas Baby! That was delicious!"
Natas takes his body and sighs. "I don't know what you're planning... But this body is mine. And these zombies... are now also mine. I won't eat humans... and I won't kill. Not ever..."
"Fine, fine. Your little 'hero' speech over? We're a zombie now! Have some fun, now. You can cut loose now. You're DEAD!"
And Natas sighs heavily. This was his existence now... A zombie. But he controlled them. They were his. Perhaps... Perhaps he could use this to his advantage...
End Zombie Natas: Part I
