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.