Bubblegum - Undead Blonde on rollerskates

You don't remember much about... before. Sometimes, when you pass in front of a mirror, your decaying neural pathways fire off wildly as they struggle to remember what it was like to be alive. With the exception of the missing left arm and the cold dead eyes, the woman in the reflection still looks like what you once knew as yourself; A fit, gorgeous blonde in her early twenties, with buns of steel and some perky b-cups.

You are still wearing the pink booty shorts and crop top that you had on when a pack of zombies caught you all these weeks (months? years?) ago, although the shorts are completely ripped in the middle. Your feet are still strapped in a pair of bright pink roller skates. Now, you roll around the abandoned streets of this dead city, searching endlessly for something to make you forget the dread of ****.

A few things make you feel alive. Sex, obviously, works really well. Especially, sex with the living. Your mouth still tingles with the remnant of that young man you kissed two weeks ago. You struggle to remember your own name, but you will never forget the look on his face as you infected him, and his horrified scowl turning into a dumb content grin.

You remember everyone you infected. To be fair, there are only four so far, but some part of you knows that your brain, even in its broken-down state, would make space for each and every act of infection, even if there were millions of them.

Candy also makes you feel alive. It's not as good as fucking a warm body, but it's still better than nothing. You particularly like anything that stays in your mouth for a long time, like lollipops or chewing gum. Your favorite snack (after living humans) is bubble gum, and you'll go out of your way to look for it when your mouth is empty.

You're rolling through the street on a warm breezy morning, looking for something, but you're not quite sure what. You blow a big pink bubble, and then let it pop loudly. The sound startles a few of the lurkers living on this street. They sniff the air as you pass by, then return to their mindless state when they smell your undead scent.

As you turn the corner, you lock eyes with a man. He's not dead, you can smell his pheromones, and it drives you crazy. You know this scent, its the Grinning Asshole. He stares back at you with a grin, and then bolts away. You've seen him before, you've chased him before. You're sure you'll get him this time.

You don't get him. You're quicker on your skates, and you both know it. Hence why he jumps down a manhole just as you're about to close in on him.

"Better luck next time, Bubblegum!"

Something deep within you tells you not to jump down, some vestigial instinct that knows you would be greatly disadvantaged down there with your roller skates. You let out a guttural scream into the hole, and the living man laughs as he disappear in the dark tunnel. He'll be back. You'll get him later. If you were as smart as you were back when you were alive, you could try to think of traps to lay down, or block his escape routes. But, for now, the only hunting strategy you're able to execute is to skate straightforward towards a victim until you catch them or they escape. It's not such a bad tactic; It's worked four times already. Just not with him.

You accept your loss and move on. One day, you'll get him. But not today. The disappointing chase has left you with a craving. That, and your gum has lost the last of its flavor half an hour ago. You desperately crave something to distract your mind. Something, or someone. A living partner would be the best, but even a fellow zombie would be nice. There are a lot of hot horny zombies in town.

Determined, you start your hunt.