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Graah
(© Biswapriya Purkayastha)

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I went down the street at high noon, wobbling slightly, a loop of intestine flapping against my right thigh (the very latest fashion Ė last year we all went in for it dangling against the left thigh, those of us who went in at all for intestinal display, that is), my hands held out loosely ahead of me in the prescribed fashion. I let my head loll a bit on my shoulders, since my neck muscles Ė those of them that were left Ė were tired. My jaw sagged open, and I felt the drool on my chin.

"Graah," I said. As everyone knows, this means "Hello," in Zombish, or "Iím happy," or "Fee-fi-fo-fum," or anything one wants it to mean. At this moment I didnít really intend it to mean anything at all. I just said it.

"Graah," someone said. I turned my head and shoulders until I could see who it was. I recognised her at once. Iíd seen her being changed just the day before yesterday. Sheíd been caught out in the open at dawn, probably a straggler from a foraging party. I had tried to get at her myself, being somewhat peckish at that hour, but Iíd been too late. By the time Iíd reached her sheíd been bitten several times and was beginning her change, so I had had to leave her alone.

I looked at her appreciatively. Apart from a piece missing from her left cheek, her face was intact and decidedly pretty. Her black foragerís outfit was badly ripped, and one breast hung bare, the nipple fetchingly bitten away. She staggered as she walked, because her right leg had lost most of its calf. She was gorgeous.

"Grafowhhl gurk," I said companionably. Itís a pick-up line Iíve used many times, with fairly high levels of success. The main thing is to pretend that one has no sexual interest in oneís quarry, or else she catches the innuendo in it and thatís the end of it right there. "Rrrf."

"Bskrgl frf," she agreed. "Gro pu grankawl mado?" she added unexpectedly. "Mrahwlk g gois."

I looked at her sharply. Itís not true that we forget everything that we experienced before we changed, as you probably found out for yourselves; but it is, of course, true that the memories fade quite quickly after only a few days. At this time I, for instance, couldnít even begin to tell you who I used to be.† But this woman was offering me something that I could never have expected her to be able to offer me Ė the hiding hole where a whole (yeah, yeah, I know; Iím a lousy punster) bunch of humans were holed out. I knew Iíd have to move fast on this, before she forgot.

"Krkawl grooh," she added, as though Iíd miss the point. Her cheek wound gaped open, showing a flash of the bone of the zygomatic arch, slender and achingly lovely.

"Zgral," I agreed. But she and I couldnít do it alone, as I had to make clear to her. Two of us wouldnít be able to take on a group of prepared survivors and have any chance of success. "Grom kvral."

Of course she wasnít happy about it, but she agreed eventually. "Grom kvrooh."

I sought out Ghoom. I found him after a long search, sniffing around a department store a pack of humans had hit two nights ago. He was searching, he informed me, for a scent trail.

I told him what the girl had said. He looked at her doubtfully with the one eye remaining to him. The right side of his face had been seared to the bone by a Molotov cocktail a human had thrown six months ago. "Hagrama?" he asked.

I shrugged. It was a chance weíd have to take. In any case, we needed food. Pickings had been low recently, with the ranks of the humans thinning out; many of us had wandered off or gone into hibernation. I didnít want to hibernate, but if I didnít get food soon Iíd have to; the last time Iíd eaten was nearly three weeks ago and my bodyís chemical defences against degeneration and decay were beginning to break down. I had begun, almost unconsciously, to move more slowly, both to conserve energy and because moving too damned fast might conceivably cause me to begin to fall apart.

Thatís the one thing I miss about my pre-zombie life. Like the humans, I must have lived in constant terror until I was caught and changed, whenever and however that happened, but, going by the evidence, the average human (while trembling in permanent terror of us) doesnít actually need to be afraid that a hasty movement might cost him a leg and an arm.

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