Nuclear fallout happened one day. I was simply at home, typing away then, bam, a flash of light! Then the world went still. I didn’t think much of it and kept working. Over the day I felt itchy, scratchy and shaky. I even noticed that spots on my skin felt soft, almost too much. Like I pressed a finger onto a strange discolored patch of skin and it felt slimy, and cold.
They are magically delicious!
Odd, how calm I felt then. Should I be rushing to the hospital? Nah, just keep writing.
Days slide by. The shakes are getting bad. I should eat, but the food tastes like sandpaper. Everything looks dull and faded. So tired. I slept after a large headache happened.
Was it days? Weeks? I don’t remember now. Remembering things is hard. The alarm…I set it sometime ago. Why hasn’t it gone off? I tap the fool thing and the red light never flickers on anymore. Ugh.
Not cold. No more itch. Skin like paper.
Itchy. Hungry. Nothing good near. Nothing warm. Things found turn green and mossy.
Smells sweet. Something moves. Stop moving.
It wails. Stop. Moving. Too noisy. Snap goes the spring. Head flops down. Fingers. Red colors on fingers. Mmmm. So warm. Tastes so good. Like chocolate. Nice and cool now. Everything grey now. Ohh no more? That’s okay. I smell. More chocolate. Around corner…
See, even zombies crave the delights of a chocolate every now and then. Though I don’t think zombie me can taste the difference between that and a fresh brain. If you want your own chocolate brain, look here.