I wrote this story maybe, two years ago? As a horror fanatic I thought I should share it. I love all things scary and spooky and October is the best month for it. 

TW: Gore & mild sexual themes. 

“I’m hungry,” She clenched the crook of his arm tightly. Her face held an unpleasant pallor appearance, dark shadows beneath her eyes, lips chapped from her constant picking and licking.

“I know.” Chase whispered to his sister. “Just a bit longer Alyssa.” Alyssa fingers dug through his long, sleeve shirt.

“I can’t,” She stressed through clenched teeth. “I can’t ‘just a bit’ any longer. I haven’t eaten in almost a day Chase. I can’t control it.”

“She okay back there?” Chase flinched at the sound of their leader’s voice.

“Yeah, she’s good Kyle. Just a bit hungry.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at Alyssa and Alyssa turned her hazel-yellow eyes away.

“She ain’t bitten is she?” Kyle paused in his steps and the group turned their anxious eyes to Alyssa. Alyssa aggressively pulled her greasy hair away from her heart-shaped face.

“I ain’t bitten.” Alyssa mocked his Southern twang. “I’m fucking hungry.” she growled and Kyle marched up to her.

“You got a problem Little Lady?” he loomed over her, but Alyssa wasn’t one to back down.

“Yeah I got a fucken problem. You’re the leader so why are we starving? You’re not leading us anywhere, but death.” Alyssa spat, and Kyle’s face turned vermillion, vein bulging on his forehead.

“If ya don’t like the way I’m leading then you can get the fuck outta ‘ere.” Kyle fumed.

“No, she doesn’t mean it. She’s just hungry.” Chase apologized and he shot his sister a stern look. “She’s sorry. Right Aly?”

“Yeah, really sorry.” Alyssa grumbled out insincerely. Kyle turned to Chase.

“Get your sister under control. Or you’re out.” Kyle turned away and Chase released a breath. He waited for the group to walk further away from them.

“You have to control yourself Alyssa.” Chase snapped. He glared at his sister and Alyssa sighed softly.

“I’m sorry Chase.” She said sincerely. She blinked up at him with large dinner plate eyes. “I’m really trying here. I swear.” She said quietly and Chase lifted the hem of her shirt up just above her navel. On the side of her hip, was an ugly bite mark, it was swollen and an angry red color with purple and green bruising. The teeth indentations were weeping with pus and barley scabbing over.

“It looks bad,” Chase winced at it before dropping her shirt down. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a bit.” Alyssa started walking forward and Chase followed her.

“Do you feel different?” Chase questioned. Alyssa casted him a sideways glance.

“Only hungry. I’m always hungry. I’m not dying if that’s what you think. I don’t really understand it, Chase, but I’m not fully like them. I’m not going to die and suddenly come back. I’m still alive.” Alyssa held his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just a bit odd.” Alyssa released his hand.

“We’ll make camp here.” Kyle announced. “It seems like a good place.” Alyssa took in the thick corn field. There were several things wrong with this. The corn field will hide them, but it will also hide the Dead if they come stumbling along. Alyssa was ready to voice her opinion, but Chase shook his head at her, so she remained quiet.

Sunset came and passed, the swirls of pink and orange disappeared from sky, leaving darkness and stars in its awake. The small fire was low, so it wouldn’t attract unwanted attention, a pot over the fire to boil creek water. People huddled around the fire to keep warm, others gave up hope in warmth and settled for a chilly night of sleep. Chase was one of those people, he was curled under his sleeping bag, and eyes shut tightly. Alyssa watched him from the fire. She didn’t feel the cold. She didn’t feel much nowadays. Since the bite she didn’t feel cold or hot, fatigue, or thirst. She only felt the deep, gnawing hunger in her gut and trail mix and grasshoppers didn’t satisfy it. No, she craved for something more. Chase didn’t like her doing it. He caught her once, down by the creek yesterday. Her fingers deep in Damon’s stomach. She couldn’t help herself. He just looked so good. The thick muscles that rippled beneath that copper flesh of his. The salty sweat that clung to his skin like rubbed seasoning. She couldn’t stop herself. One moment she was holding the pail of water, and the next it was tumbling to the ground and her teeth were on his neck. Thick, hot blood in her mouth, rubbery, slippery meat clenched between her teeth. Her taste buds were sending fireworks to her brain.

This was delicious

He was delicious.

She kept eating, gorging herself in the human delicacy, and that’s when Chase came in. Right when she was pulling the intestines out, long slippery, hot, in her hands. She wanted to eat his stomach. She wanted to dig her way and find it so she can eat it. She wanted to know if she could taste what he last ate.

She remembered his horrified face, him pulling her away and begging her to stop. She didn’t remember much. Glimpses of him rubbing her face clean of blood, watching Damon’s blood run pink in the creek. Chase pacing and swearing. He pulled out his pistol and banged it against his forehead. He aimed it and shot the ground.  Taking her hand, she was soon standing in front everyone and Chase was explaining to everyone how Damon was attacked by a zombie and Alyssa tried to help, but Damon was loss and Chase killed it. Everyone bought the story, especially considering how vacant Alyssa looked. Traumatized they had said, but Alyssa wasn’t traumatized. No, if Alyssa regretted anything that night, it was that she couldn’t finish Damon.

With a sigh, Alyssa gave Sharon the rest of her soup. A mixture of corn they found, nearly rotten potatoes, and rat meat. Sharon thanked Alyssa full heartedly and scooped up the soup with her fingers to eat, ignoring the way it burned her fingers. Alyssa unrolled her sleeping bag and unzipped it, she draped it over her brother and was satisfied to see how his face relaxed. The virus was affecting her in several ways, ways she did not tell her brother. While there was definitely a physical change there was also a mental one. While she knew she should care, she didn’t. She didn’t care about anyone. They were just a constant reminder of her hunger. She cared for her brother though. She loved her brother and she would protect him, because he would do the same.

“Alyssa,” Kyle barked from across the field. Alyssa tilted her head in direction. Kyle nodded towards the field and Alyssa sighed before following him. She dodged through the tall stalks of corn, the low light from the fire slowly disappearing until it was dark.

“What do you want Kyle?” Alyssa called out, and then his hands were on her chin, fingers pressing firmly down. He tilted her head and planted kisses on her neck.

“How come ya don’t mess with me anymore?” Kyle asked between kisses. His other hand snaking down, lingering on her chest before slipping further down.

“Well,” Alyssa drawled as his fingers passed the band of her jeans and dipped into her. Alyssa faked a gasp, her mind spinning. Her hands were quivering. Do it. Do it. Do it. “Maybe I noticed you were a bit too old for me. After all, you have what twenty years on me?” She had said instead. Kyle curled his fingers in her.

“About fourteen.” He nipped her neck. Alyssa pulled his hand out her jeans and shoved him to the ground. She climbed on top of him and kissed him roughly.

“Technicalities.” She peppered kisses on his neck, and then she bit his neck.

“That’s nice,” He groaned and Alyssa bit harder. “Not so rough.” But Alyssa gritted her teeth and pulled her head up. Kyle’s shout was cut short when he gargled on his blood. It shot from his neck like a high pressure stream, squirting on the floor. The metallic smell was enough to send Alyssa wanting for more. She bite into his neck again, teeth crunching the flesh and bones. She sunk her fingers into his mouth to take his tongue. That stupid tongue of his that always barked orders and that would lazily trail across her skin. She gave it a rough tug and there was a wet tear and she chewed on the appendage. She tore Kyle’s flesh away and consumed it. The hunger was endless. It didn’t matter how much she ate, she was still hungry. It didn’t matter when she saw the white of his bone on his arm, the hunger squeezed at her.

“Oh Aly,” Chase spoke, his flash light casting a yellow light on her. Alyssa swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I tried,” Alyssa swore and Chase frowned at her.

“I know, but you have to try a bit harder. Hurry up and eat. I’ll keep watch.” Chase turned around and Alyssa grinned widely, fingers slick as they slipped into the thin tissues of his stomach. Perhaps now she could see if she could taste what Kyle last ate.

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