slowly. Libitina had a great view of her back while she tried to magically merge into the fridge.
Cerberus saw the thing and growled. His body tensed as he struggled to break free from Libitina’s grip to attack this stranger in his territory. She pulled his head into the crook of her arm. He tried to jerk it away, made a couple of muffled barks, and then relaxed. Zombie woman looked around the room, saw the door leading outside, and lurched toward it.
When she was gone, Libitina let out a long sigh she didn’t realize she held. Her front door slammed as the corpse exited and walked down her porch steps into the driveway. Cerberus sniffed at the air then ran to the entrance yipping, tail held high, ears perked up. Libitina watched the corpse shuffle down her driveway and realized she’d been blessed with the opportunity of a lifetime. As if someone had flicked her “on” switch, she lit up and began rummaging around in her drawers until she came across her digital voice recorder. She grabbed a handful of batteries, stuffed them into her pocket, and glared out the window.
The dead woman had made it to her car but not any further, yet. Libitina hurried, grabbing her trusty backpack and filled it with some of the dried foods stocking her shelves. After throwing in a few bottles of water, she grabbed Cerberus. She didn’t know how long she would be following her zombie or what situations might come up but she wanted to be prepared. She wanted enough food and water to last her a few days, if she was careful. If she needed more, she’d need to improvise. Once she finished her rushed packing, she secured Cerberus on his leash and ran out the door.
He barked at the walking zombie heading down the driveway.
“Hush, stupid,” Libitina hissed, jerking Cerberus back. He stopped but continued growling in a menacing tone. The woman shuffled onward, leaving bloody footprints like a trail of breadcrumbs for Libitina to track. When she disappeared around a bend, Libitina followed, keeping her distance.
She brought out her recorder, pushed a button and spoke. “This is Libitina Flesher, pathology student. If someone finds this, assume I’m dead. I’ll tell you why. This is my documentation of an actual zombie encounter. I repeat, a zombie.” She paused, took a breath, smiled and then continued. “Okay, so I did something bad. I shouldn’t have stolen the body from the morgue, but I was desperate.” She sighed and said in a fast and low voice, “I mean, whoever finds this has to know where I got the body so they might be able to trace its origins. There could be further contamination, more zombies as of yet unfound.” She liked the sound of that. It would matter to whoever found this, if she wasn’t the one turning it in herself—if something were to happen to her—that she be professional. She needed to sound credible and knowledgeable for that matter. She would make it a point to do so.
The zombie came back into view, shuffling along, chin resting on her chest. Libitina heard the sound of soft sobs creeping through the short distance separating them. Cerberus pulled the leash, ears perked at full attention as he snarled. Libitina jerked him back, side stepping behind a tall bush. She watched the dead woman through the branches, recorder held to her lips though she did nothing more than breathe into it.
Once the zombie ambled out of sight, she whispered, “That was a close one. Right now, I’m following her from my house, but I don’t know where she’s going or how long I’ll be out here. I’ve packed enough food for about a week, if I eat sparingly, so we’ll see where it goes after that.” She clicked the recorder off and pursued.
After a few steps she clicked the recorder back on and said, “I don’t know exactly how I’m going to go about studying the zombie, but I must say I feel privileged that this task has fallen on my shoulders. I will be the first scientist to study a specimen of the living
Cerberus saw the thing and growled. His body tensed as he struggled to break free from Libitina’s grip to attack this stranger in his territory. She pulled his head into the crook of her arm. He tried to jerk it away, made a couple of muffled barks, and then relaxed. Zombie woman looked around the room, saw the door leading outside, and lurched toward it.
When she was gone, Libitina let out a long sigh she didn’t realize she held. Her front door slammed as the corpse exited and walked down her porch steps into the driveway. Cerberus sniffed at the air then ran to the entrance yipping, tail held high, ears perked up. Libitina watched the corpse shuffle down her driveway and realized she’d been blessed with the opportunity of a lifetime. As if someone had flicked her “on” switch, she lit up and began rummaging around in her drawers until she came across her digital voice recorder. She grabbed a handful of batteries, stuffed them into her pocket, and glared out the window.
The dead woman had made it to her car but not any further, yet. Libitina hurried, grabbing her trusty backpack and filled it with some of the dried foods stocking her shelves. After throwing in a few bottles of water, she grabbed Cerberus. She didn’t know how long she would be following her zombie or what situations might come up but she wanted to be prepared. She wanted enough food and water to last her a few days, if she was careful. If she needed more, she’d need to improvise. Once she finished her rushed packing, she secured Cerberus on his leash and ran out the door.
He barked at the walking zombie heading down the driveway.
“Hush, stupid,” Libitina hissed, jerking Cerberus back. He stopped but continued growling in a menacing tone. The woman shuffled onward, leaving bloody footprints like a trail of breadcrumbs for Libitina to track. When she disappeared around a bend, Libitina followed, keeping her distance.
She brought out her recorder, pushed a button and spoke. “This is Libitina Flesher, pathology student. If someone finds this, assume I’m dead. I’ll tell you why. This is my documentation of an actual zombie encounter. I repeat, a zombie.” She paused, took a breath, smiled and then continued. “Okay, so I did something bad. I shouldn’t have stolen the body from the morgue, but I was desperate.” She sighed and said in a fast and low voice, “I mean, whoever finds this has to know where I got the body so they might be able to trace its origins. There could be further contamination, more zombies as of yet unfound.” She liked the sound of that. It would matter to whoever found this, if she wasn’t the one turning it in herself—if something were to happen to her—that she be professional. She needed to sound credible and knowledgeable for that matter. She would make it a point to do so.
The zombie came back into view, shuffling along, chin resting on her chest. Libitina heard the sound of soft sobs creeping through the short distance separating them. Cerberus pulled the leash, ears perked at full attention as he snarled. Libitina jerked him back, side stepping behind a tall bush. She watched the dead woman through the branches, recorder held to her lips though she did nothing more than breathe into it.
Once the zombie ambled out of sight, she whispered, “That was a close one. Right now, I’m following her from my house, but I don’t know where she’s going or how long I’ll be out here. I’ve packed enough food for about a week, if I eat sparingly, so we’ll see where it goes after that.” She clicked the recorder off and pursued.
After a few steps she clicked the recorder back on and said, “I don’t know exactly how I’m going to go about studying the zombie, but I must say I feel privileged that this task has fallen on my shoulders. I will be the first scientist to study a specimen of the living
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