Last Zombie Standing: Episode 4
A zombie eat zombie world
Synopsis: This story is about a zombie apocalypse from the viewpoint of Larry the zombie, and it focuses on Larry’s moral dilemma with being a zombie.
Scene 9
As the zombies approached the beach, they saw the small group of humans huddled together, armed with whatever weapons they could find. Larry, as the leader of the group, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the humans.
“Looks like dinner is served, boys,” Larry chuckled, his voice deep and guttural.
The other zombies laughed, their teeth bared in hunger. They began to shamble forward, their arms outstretched.
The humans, though outnumbered, stood their ground. They had barricaded themselves on the beach and had no intention of going down without a fight.
“Stay back!” one of the humans shouted, brandishing a makeshift spear. “We won’t let you get any closer.”
Larry chuckled again. “Oh, come on now. Don’t be like that. We just want a little nibble.”
The other zombies laughed again, but the humans didn’t budge.
As the zombies got closer, the humans began to panic. They knew they couldn’t hold out forever.
“We have to do something!” one of them shouted. “We can’t let them get us!”
Larry heard the human’s words and stepped forward. “You’re right,” he said. “You can’t let us get you. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun before we eat you.”
The other zombies laughed again, and Larry motioned for them to attack.
The humans fought back as best they could, but it was no use. The zombies were too strong, too relentless. They swarmed over the humans, tearing into their flesh with their teeth.
As they ate, Larry couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. The hunger was too great.
After the feeding frenzy was over, Larry and the other zombies shuffled away from the beach, their bellies full.
“Did you feel bad about that?” Martha asked Larry, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“A little,” Larry admitted. “But we had no choice. We have to eat to survive.”
Martha nodded in agreement. “I know,” she said. “But it still feels wrong.”
The other zombies remained silent, lost in their own thoughts.
Larry looked out at the horizon, wondering what other humans they would come across on their journey. He knew they would have to eat again soon, but for now, he was content.
Scene 10
As the bridges connecting the city to the outside world were blown up, the zombies inside the city realized that they were cut off from the remaining humans outside. Hunger started to grow stronger, and the once-united horde began to turn on each other.
Larry and Jay were among the zombies who started to discuss the idea of negotiating for the weaker zombies to be eaten first. Larry was growing more desperate, feeling his hunger pangs become more intense with each passing day. Jay, on the other hand, was more hesitant, still holding onto some of his human memories and struggling with the idea of resorting to cannibalism.
“I can’t do this, Larry,” Jay said, shaking his head. “I don’t want to be a monster.”
“We’re already monsters, Jay,” Larry replied, his voice low and urgent. “We’re dead, we’re rotting, and we’re hungry. We need to survive, and we need to eat.”
“But do we have to eat each other?” Jay asked, his eyes filled with sadness.
“We don’t have a choice,” Larry said. “We can’t get out of the city, and there are no more humans left to feed on. It’s either us or them.”
Jay looked away, unable to meet Larry’s gaze. He knew that Larry was right, but the idea of eating his own kind still made him sick.
As they continued to talk, the sounds of fighting grew louder in the distance. They could hear the snarls and moans of the zombies as they attacked each other, driven by their insatiable hunger.
“They’re fighting over scraps of flesh now,” Larry said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We need to act fast, or we’ll be too weak to defend ourselves.”
Jay nodded slowly, his mind made up. “Okay,” he said. “But let’s make a plan. Let’s try to find the weaker ones, the ones who are already dying. It’s not much, but it’s something.”
Larry nodded in agreement, feeling a glimmer of hope. “We’ll start with the weakest,” he said. “But we need to be careful. We don’t want to attract too much attention.”
As they continued to discuss their plan, the fighting grew more intense, and the horde grew weaker. But for Larry and Jay, the hunger continued to grow, a constant reminder of their undead state and their need to survive at any cost.
This story was written utilizing OpenAI ChatGPT as a companion writer, and it was edited by a human.
