Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26475800-20151011060730

This is for the 300 word count contest.

Brian never thought zombies actually existed, he heard of the Haitian zombies, but that was different; those zombies never died. They were just people who had been drugged to appear dead, dug up and brainwashed, until they became perfect little slaves. But this was different, he had died, awoke, and now he was hungry.

It was a big surprise when he walked out of the free clinic, his shift was finally over, and he saw a patient who was complaining of cramps earlier that day. Those cramps seemed to be from hunger, which Brian was feeling for himself now, and he sent him out to get grab a bite. He had never come back, so Brian assumed the nurses had sent him on his way. Maybe they had, but the man was hungry for something they didn’t sell nearby, and if they did Brian didn’t want to know about it.

The man came around the corner and took a bite out of the doctor’s arm. Brian ran back into the clinic to have the wound treated for infection, the man was arrested a few hours later. Despite how he treated the wound, it still became gangrenous and was the cause of his death. That must have been a week ago.

He didn’t really remember much after being bitten, it all seemed to be a haze. But he was awake now, hungry, and only one thing could satisfy him. It was too bad it took so long for him to wake, and even more so how loud he was. The mortician was frightened by the noises he was making and turned the incinerator on, it wasn’t long before Brain was ash. The last screaming thoughts that ran through his mind were: I which I decided to be buried. 