Zombies

The world has suffered a major virus. It only turned women into zombies. They in turn ate men. Me and a buddy I met in the crisis had been wandering across the country hiding out and taking food wherever we could find any. My buddie's name is Josh and I'm Steven. We had been observing the female zombies for the last year. And this is what we came up with so far.

They travel mostly in packs, anywhere from twenty to five hundred. Their clothes have fallen away due to rot or body weight lose. Their bodies have rotted away exposing their bones, leaving hideous faces. The crisis has been going on for three years. And I haven't masturbated for a year. The faces we see only give us nightmares.

The naked women are dirty with stringy hair and they stumble forward as they walk. It's easy to out run them. But there was so many women in the military, that the men were eaten before they could mobilize.

Some of the zombie behaviors we observed are odd. They stop walking and shit wherever they happen to be. Turds tumble down their thigh, or else liquid shit sprays over their legs. Then they resume stumbling forward. These zombies never wipe their ass. But me and Josh noticed that they often find another female zombie laying face up on the ground and this sends a signal that they act on. They straddle the woman laying down and sit on her face. Then the women sitting moans or makes rasping noises through their half rotted faces. Josh said he saw one zombie on the ground just as another was lifting off her face. The women on the ground was moving her tongue around like she had been licking the shit out of the other's ass crack. So I guess they eat men and shit.

The other behavior we noticed is that the zombies sleep in large groups. They lay in no order but very close together. Some have their feet pressed against another's face. Speaking of their feet. Since they shit wherever they want, they walk through each other's shit all the time without a care in the world.

Anyway, me and Josh have had to lose our clothes and we travel naked to blend in with the dead. We have smeared our bodies with mud and our hair has grown down to our shoulders. So we kind of look like female zombies if you don't look too close.

"We've got to find a supermarket somehow. I'm starving," Josh whispered.

We whisper all the time. "Right." My stomach growled its vote.

We set out over another grassy hill when the breeze picked up an odor. It was bad and we knew the unwashed bodies of the dead were very nearby.