Ellie

Genre- Horror-romance Characters - President of the USA, zombie, rugby player Setting - Wedding

The hatch slammed, The lights shut off, and everybody in the Church screamed. Their voices echoed around the marble walls. The bride and groom were blinded by the darkness. With all the screaming going on, they immediately became disorientated and lost in the dark. They shuffled near each other and tried to stay calm, but little did they know, they were shuffling closer to the edge of stairs.

Step. Slip. Tumble.

Down she went, stumbling, rolling, tangled in her now ripped white dress. He yelled to her, reaching for her hand, but it was too late. She lay still at the bottom of the stairs, her hair loose, her bobby pins everywhere, in a dark pool of blood. The guests, still yelling for help, ran around like headless chickens, running nowhere and everywhere at the same time. The President had just lost his wife. And his wedding was in chaos. He looked around hopelessly at the darkness around him, only barely seeing fleeting dark shapes running by. He knew that there was no hope. He knew the time had come. He had accepted his defeat.

The zombies were upon us.

We need to jump back to how this whole thing started in the first place. The zombie epidemic was never intended to happen like this. I remember that fateful day when I discovered the zombie virus, it was called zombilivery virus. I had tried to keep a secret, had tried to keep it away from everyone. I had gone to extreme lengths to cover my tracks and hide all the information about it. I burnt my research. I threw the sample into the bottom of the ocean, locked up. I did everything right. Yet somehow, before I could think, I was infected with the virus. I was turning into a zombie, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was the first. I was the first. My colleageus and anyone who was a part of my life were infected. I knew that I had caused the onset of the end of the world. And that’s who the zombies were. I was the zombies. I realized that I would slowly lose my memories, my cognitive abilities, but no. They were only sharper. I became grotesque and ugly, my flesh rotting, but my brain. My brain grew, in size and in strength. I knew how to do multi-variable calculus. I was even able to read other people’s minds. But most importantly, I now knew how to rule an army, and I turned. I turned on the human race because I wanted to share what a beautiful gift this virus was. I called all my colleagues to join me in this endeavor and we became known as the All Blacks. Slowly, one by one, we infiltrated the actual All Blacks. And before anyone knew it, the All Blacks were the zombie cohort.

A large thumping interuppted his thoughts. Thump. Thump. Again and again, he heard the thumping. The All Blacks!! They were here! Rugby players are strong! Oh these naive thoughts of the people. Because we were able to read minds, these thoughts travelled to our minds. He thinks that we’re the actuall All Blacks, but soon he will be able to see the light. He will be able to understand what a glorious life being a zombie is.

We appeared around the corner of the staircase, meeting the pool of blood becoming ever larger. Her head was cracked open and the blood was gushing, pumping out of her brain. This was not good. We have to preserve her. She was a good one, so we turned her.

We looked up at the stairs as a collective group, as a hive mind. We looked up and we saw the fear in their eyes. The groom looked so terribly frightened.

They’re the All Blacks! How? They were the greatest rugby players ever!

We took her body out. The guests were completely immobile with fear. It felt good to be so powerful over the inferior-minded humans. Now zombies ruled, we were the smartest, the most cunning and sophisticated minds in the world. We had to save her body figure so that she could live as a zombie. She was a great asset to the zombie community and she did not deserve marrying that fool. She deserved being with the superior minds of the world.

I remembered when I used to be normal. Normal, and inferior. It suddenly came to me that I used to be just a regular human being. I wasn’t able to read minds. I wasn’t able to cunningly manipulate others. I wasn’t able to rip apart an entire body in a mere 2 seconds. What a poor thing I was.

But I was able to do some great things.

I ate global cuisine in the most luxurious restaurants. I traveled with my friends to three different continents. I raved at music festivals and rock concerts. I watched TV and laughed with my family. I read books at night before I went to bed and dreamt of myself with the characters. I was able to do lots of things. But most importantly, I was able to love.

And who I loved, was her.