Drabble Wednesday: Undead Things

Today on Drabble Wednesday, come spend a day among the undead...

Fading Memories

A tangerine and cherry red sunset. The clouds seem to dance with the colours. My mother used to say the sky gave us fireworks to welcome the night.

I wonder if I’ll remember her, or sunsets. When it happens. When this me is gone.

I breathe the smell of the dewy grass, and the stink of rotting corpse. You can’t escape that smell anymore.

Damn. Why wasn’t I more careful?

What’s careful anymore? You live until your luck runs out. Like mine did.

I glance at the remains of mutilated zombie, and then at its bite mark on my arm.

~*~

Eulogy

I can still hear the screams.

That’s what happens when you crash your own funeral as a walking corpse. Not that I wanted to attend as the risen undead, or even die for that matter, but I didn’t get a choice. A car accident cut short my life and for the other thing...

Never have an affair with a woman who dabbles in the occult.

Break ups get unnaturally messy.

But I did have the last say, because she screwed up whatever the hell she did.

Now she’s dead with the rest of the funeral party.

She was tasty though.

~*~

Return

The stench of brimstone clings to me. Even inhabiting this corpse I can smell it. In these clothes, the hair, on the skin. I wanted to escape Hell, not bring it with me.

I sigh. Best ignore and keep moving.

I scurry forward, staying to the shadows. I’ve slipped into the body of a woman, that much I know. Someone knifed in an alley, guessing from the blood and where I woke up. At least the wound is healing.

Now I just need to avoid the bounty hunters and kill my back-stabbing husband.

Then we can be in Hell together.

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