Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 12:38:15 GMT -5
Tovarisch's eyes open, revealing a blood soaked vision of the surrounding area...a strange human building. He had no conscious memories of who he was, where he was, or what was going on, only a nagging desire to feed. He was surrounded by others like him, zombies, but they would not satisfy his hunger.
"Grah! Zambahz zmazh bar!" Tovarisch shouted, flailing his arms in the direction of the bar.
The other zombies instinctively took note of the gesture, and turned their direction towards the disgusting human monument. The sounds of crashing pots and pans came from the kitchen nearby, and the undead began their march. Tovarisch however, had his eyes set on something more peculiar--A flight of stairs, half demolished toward the top.
"Zahhrz?"
Tovarisch ascended the stairs, coming to the point where they had been destroyed, leaving a man sized gap between him and the humans on the other side. A straggling feral had followed him up the stairs, drawn by the scent of human flesh. Tovarisch snagged the feral by the arm, pushing him forward toward the gap. The zombie tripped forward, reached his hands out, and grabbed onto the other side.
"Brahg!"
Tovarisch stepped out onto the feral, balancing on its weakened spine in an attempt to cross the gap. The undead's grasp was too weak however, and it slipped, sending Tovarisch and itself tumbling down. Tovarisch reached out, digging his claws into the wood above him. Using what little strength he had in his rigid limbs, he lifted himself up, crawling onto the upper story of the building.
The room was filled with humans, filled with food. He began to salivate, using up the last bit of saliva that his body had produced as a human. He moved quickly toward two humans in the corner who seemed to be fighting...only one had no clothes... Reaching out with a tangling grasp, he grabbed a hold of the naked man, and pulled himself toward him. His jaws opened into a gaping maw, and he bit down on the mans neck, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh.
"Here, smoke this."
Tovarisch ripped the bit of flesh off his victim, and then pushed back as the memory flashed in his mind. A memory of the naked man, and of smoke. He twisted around wildly as if in a drunken stupor, blood still dripping down his chin. The memory faded, and he turned back to his victim, his desire to feed no longer masked by compassion fueled memories.
"Grah! Zambahz zmazh bar!" Tovarisch shouted, flailing his arms in the direction of the bar.
The other zombies instinctively took note of the gesture, and turned their direction towards the disgusting human monument. The sounds of crashing pots and pans came from the kitchen nearby, and the undead began their march. Tovarisch however, had his eyes set on something more peculiar--A flight of stairs, half demolished toward the top.
"Zahhrz?"
Tovarisch ascended the stairs, coming to the point where they had been destroyed, leaving a man sized gap between him and the humans on the other side. A straggling feral had followed him up the stairs, drawn by the scent of human flesh. Tovarisch snagged the feral by the arm, pushing him forward toward the gap. The zombie tripped forward, reached his hands out, and grabbed onto the other side.
"Brahg!"
Tovarisch stepped out onto the feral, balancing on its weakened spine in an attempt to cross the gap. The undead's grasp was too weak however, and it slipped, sending Tovarisch and itself tumbling down. Tovarisch reached out, digging his claws into the wood above him. Using what little strength he had in his rigid limbs, he lifted himself up, crawling onto the upper story of the building.
The room was filled with humans, filled with food. He began to salivate, using up the last bit of saliva that his body had produced as a human. He moved quickly toward two humans in the corner who seemed to be fighting...only one had no clothes... Reaching out with a tangling grasp, he grabbed a hold of the naked man, and pulled himself toward him. His jaws opened into a gaping maw, and he bit down on the mans neck, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh.
"Here, smoke this."
Tovarisch ripped the bit of flesh off his victim, and then pushed back as the memory flashed in his mind. A memory of the naked man, and of smoke. He twisted around wildly as if in a drunken stupor, blood still dripping down his chin. The memory faded, and he turned back to his victim, his desire to feed no longer masked by compassion fueled memories.