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dead. I can’t believe this is happening to me. This might be my shot at breaking into the world of pathology. Maybe people will finally take me seriously. I bet the medical schools will be begging for me to join. What do you think, Cerberus?”
The dog heard his name and looked over his shoulder, tongue lolling as he skipped along next to her, sniffing the air.
“Yeah. They’ll be offering to allow me to study for free. No more demeaning myself for their benefit.” She adjusted the strap on her backpack. “One thing I’ll need to be really careful of though, if she’s hungry… well… we all know what zombies do. I don’t want to get bitten. I don’t want to be like her. If anyone finds me like that, please just kill me. Kill me in any way you can think to do it. Most of all, I just can’t stomach the thought of her feeding on me.”
She stepped back into the bushes again as the driveway straightened and watched her zombie until it walked out of sight. She continued whispering her soliloquy.
“So, the body came from the morgue. I know I shouldn’t have taken it. I already said that. But she was listed as a Jane Doe. When I found her, she had contusions all over.” Libitina described the wounds. “But she was, without any doubt, dead. I mean, the doctors wouldn’t have put her in the morgue if she wasn’t.”
She started walking again. “Shit.” Her face stricken, as a horrible thought popped into her head. “What if the doctors didn’t check correctly? It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened. What if she wasn’t really dead, but just hurt badly, and so close to the end that she appeared dead? Fuck! Then she wouldn’t be a zombie. She needs serious help if that’s the case. All that blood.”
She looked over her shoulder toward her house. “Well, there’s no stopping now. I’m in it for whatever is in store. I’ve got to know if she is a zombie or if she is actually alive. This means I’ll need to find a way to get close enough to check. I don’t have any of my equipment, though. Shit. What was I thinking not bringing at least a few things with me?” She thought about it a bit. The skin. The slime on the skin and the unmistakable stench of decay, she had to be dead. Didn’t she?
She sat down in the middle of her driveway, dropped the recorder in the dirt next to her, forgetting to turn it off and put her head in her hands. Her hair fell across her face, obscuring her grief. “Libitina! What is wrong with you? Why are you always such a fuck up? Is that the best you can do? You fuck everything up. Everything! Here’s your one shot at fulfilling your dream and you…” She sighed and then continued. “Just fuck it up. Every time.”
Cerberus circled her, wrapping her in the leash like a hug. Tears spilled from her blue eyes. She dashed them away, took a deep breath, and stood back up. After untangling herself from the leash, she said to nobody but herself, “Okay, get it together.” She scooped up the recorder and flicked it off. “You’ve got a great start, so just observe. That’s what you can do. I mean, it’s not like you can take tissue samples or anything.”
She continued following. “Maybe later you can find some supplies, but for now, just keep your distance and observe.” She realized she’d been babbling to herself, a habit she’d gotten into over the last few years living on her own. That’s why she’d gotten the dog, so that it wouldn’t feel so strange speaking out loud to no one. At least with Cerberus, she could pretend he was listening.
She pretended to smile. “That’s what we’ll do, baby,” she said to Cerberus. “We’ll just follow the scary lady and see where she goes and what she does. That should be enough for now.” After a few moments, the smiling facade began to look more natural. This just might work.
* * *
Camilla sobbed as she walked naked down the dirt road, paying no attention to the blood
The dog heard his name and looked over his shoulder, tongue lolling as he skipped along next to her, sniffing the air.
“Yeah. They’ll be offering to allow me to study for free. No more demeaning myself for their benefit.” She adjusted the strap on her backpack. “One thing I’ll need to be really careful of though, if she’s hungry… well… we all know what zombies do. I don’t want to get bitten. I don’t want to be like her. If anyone finds me like that, please just kill me. Kill me in any way you can think to do it. Most of all, I just can’t stomach the thought of her feeding on me.”
She stepped back into the bushes again as the driveway straightened and watched her zombie until it walked out of sight. She continued whispering her soliloquy.
“So, the body came from the morgue. I know I shouldn’t have taken it. I already said that. But she was listed as a Jane Doe. When I found her, she had contusions all over.” Libitina described the wounds. “But she was, without any doubt, dead. I mean, the doctors wouldn’t have put her in the morgue if she wasn’t.”
She started walking again. “Shit.” Her face stricken, as a horrible thought popped into her head. “What if the doctors didn’t check correctly? It wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened. What if she wasn’t really dead, but just hurt badly, and so close to the end that she appeared dead? Fuck! Then she wouldn’t be a zombie. She needs serious help if that’s the case. All that blood.”
She looked over her shoulder toward her house. “Well, there’s no stopping now. I’m in it for whatever is in store. I’ve got to know if she is a zombie or if she is actually alive. This means I’ll need to find a way to get close enough to check. I don’t have any of my equipment, though. Shit. What was I thinking not bringing at least a few things with me?” She thought about it a bit. The skin. The slime on the skin and the unmistakable stench of decay, she had to be dead. Didn’t she?
She sat down in the middle of her driveway, dropped the recorder in the dirt next to her, forgetting to turn it off and put her head in her hands. Her hair fell across her face, obscuring her grief. “Libitina! What is wrong with you? Why are you always such a fuck up? Is that the best you can do? You fuck everything up. Everything! Here’s your one shot at fulfilling your dream and you…” She sighed and then continued. “Just fuck it up. Every time.”
Cerberus circled her, wrapping her in the leash like a hug. Tears spilled from her blue eyes. She dashed them away, took a deep breath, and stood back up. After untangling herself from the leash, she said to nobody but herself, “Okay, get it together.” She scooped up the recorder and flicked it off. “You’ve got a great start, so just observe. That’s what you can do. I mean, it’s not like you can take tissue samples or anything.”
She continued following. “Maybe later you can find some supplies, but for now, just keep your distance and observe.” She realized she’d been babbling to herself, a habit she’d gotten into over the last few years living on her own. That’s why she’d gotten the dog, so that it wouldn’t feel so strange speaking out loud to no one. At least with Cerberus, she could pretend he was listening.
She pretended to smile. “That’s what we’ll do, baby,” she said to Cerberus. “We’ll just follow the scary lady and see where she goes and what she does. That should be enough for now.” After a few moments, the smiling facade began to look more natural. This just might work.
* * *
Camilla sobbed as she walked naked down the dirt road, paying no attention to the blood
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