Degeneration
- Original fic by MISTER BIG T
Inspired
by a rather gruesome dream where a family becomes zombies and tried
to live like humans.
Good
day... Ahem, all of you who read what I have written. I know most of
you know what a term zombie means, so I won't go into detail. But I'd
like to tell; zombies are by no means a fairytale. Sure, I was like
most of you, ignorant of their existence. But a while ago, one
attacked me. I received biting marks and someone thrust a fist
through my back, creating a nasty wound.
Now, most of you say
"Zombies don't have intelligence so how you can write?" and
yes, you do have point. But you know, it's not like one second and
poof! You are a zombie. Nope, the progress is slow and painful,
ranging from several weeks to several years during which time your
body will decompose both physically and mentally. I wrote my own
progress just so you people out there know... I tried. I really,
really did try...
DAY 1 24.12.03
I can't believe I
was bitten yesterday. I am living with my mother who is very well
aware of this thing. She was with me after all. She too, is
decomposing alongside with her boyfriend. So three of us are
wondering what to do.
Her: "Christmas is tomorrow."
Me: "I'm not exactly in the corresponding mood."
Him:
"Yeah, we have more important issues. Like, if we can prevent us
from turning into mindless corpses."
Me: "Well,
writings say zombies feed on blood and meat, it would most likely
stop the decomposing progress."
Her: ".........."
DAY 2 25.12.03
I woke up hearing jingle bells. I
tried getting up, but my back injury hurt so much I nearly tripped.
Anyway, walking to our kitchen, I was greeted by Christmas meal.
Me: "Mom? Why did you make the meal, you only wasted
your energy."
Her: "Oh, but it's not just any kind of
meal, I used good ingredients."
Saying this, I noticed
that the blender was pretty red.
Me: "Did you...Kill
someone?"
Him: "No, she did not."
I turn
around and see my mother’s boyfriend standing behind me.
Him:
"She didn't kill no man."
Me: "What's with all the
blood then?"
Her: "Just few alley cats and stray dogs."
Me: "You killed dogs and cats for us to be able to feast!"
Despite my disbelief’s, we had fun drinking the blood
and eating the flesh. I know, most of you will now despise me for
what I just did... But I can't help it... If I don't want to lose
myself, I have to eat something...
My mothers boyfriend
didn't touch the food. He looked at us disgusted, especially when the
blood dripped down my mother’s chin. But you know what? This
year, my mother was supposed to hold family reunion. Yes, my cousins
and few aunts would come here today. I had planned this very much
yesterday, but things went a bit wrong...
My favorite cousins
alongside with few people I despise came. We had a meal (Which WAS
different from what we were eating) and gave it to kids. After eating
some, my favorite cousin wanted us to watch some movies.
We
went to living room, but I noticed something in zombies that won't be
told in writings. I know they say it makes you more violent, but did
you know that I am not interested in anything else than violence and
death? So seeing these Christmas movies that I normally would enjoy,
me and my mother and her boyfriend were nearly falling asleep. Once,
my mom wanted to put Texas Chainsaw Massacre in the DVD player, but I
told her not to, since there were kids in present. Disgusted and
worried, our family members left and we three were alone again.
DAY
4 27.12.03
I woke up today and saw my mother next to me,
crying. When I questioned her what was wrong, she told me to go to
kitchen. There, my mom’s boyfriend was. He had cut his wrists
open and was deader than ever. And guess what, before becoming
complete zombies, yes, you are just as fragile as normally.
He
had written a note and I should quote. "Dear friends. You are
probably wondering my decision. But if you think about it, it
shouldn't be that surprising. We have no hope. We will become
mindless beings sooner or later; it's just how many have to die
before we understand this. I don't want to take burden of any lives
just so I can live to see my self’s eyeballs grow out of my
skull or something like that."
My mom was so shocked,
she refused to eat. But if she would not eat, the progress will come
at 100% certainty. Why did her boyfriend have to scare her when we
were already having hard times?
DAY 8 31.12.03
Happy
New Year! Or, I'd be happy if Mom would talk to me. She is losing
herself. Wondering around the halls and repeating some gibberish over
and over again. I can't tell what she says after she ate her tongue.
On another note, the skin on my right arm has begun dying, it's all
white and if I get injured, I'm sure it will get nasty, nasty gabbing
wounds.
I haven't given up hope yet though. If I eat, my
degeneration will stop. I noticed this once I had injured myself
willingly, testing if the wound will recover if I eat. Yes, it did.
If I'd injure myself now, the wound would not close. So it's all
about feasting....
DAY 12 4.01.04
Mother died. She
lost herself completely. Or maybe she did have some humanity in her
left and she did what she saw would be bset by killing herself with
kinfe. I aplogize any wrong typpos, but it's becasue my vision is
blurry after my eyes beagn decompisong.
DAY 15 7.01.04
Tdoays my birithday... I wnat to die....... To die.....
DAY
25 17.01.04
I aate my leeft inedx fienger. Ickyi but
cripsy...
End of journal.