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"Where the fuck is my knife, where the fuck is it."

The bullets were all but gone. I had saved one though. It was for an emergency, but that was buried somewhere in my room. The shambling piece of shit was getting closer. I shuffled through my pack cursing that such a large dagger could be misplaced so easily. I always fucking misplace things, that’s how Michael died. It’s hard to live with your self knowing that your own carelessness killed your baby brother, the only thing in this world worth living for, then again I really wouldn’t call this living. Ahh there it is.

The cold handle of the knife always gave me shivers. I charged towards the beast now, my blade, my friend, gave me courage. Jumping with my foot, my useful shoes, extended I easily knocked the beast to the ground. Before it could get up I quickly jumped up high, and with both feet I landed square in its chest, crushing its rib cage deep towards its back. With my knees I pinned down its arms. My groin was just out of its mouth’s reach. I laughed as it helplessly tried to chomp in that direction. Without desiring any more entertainment I jammed the dagger into the sour smelling, greenish looking, flesh of its throat, kind of like how one would cut up a turkey on thanksgiving. I sawed at its throat till the head came off.

I collected them; one needs a hobby you know.

Grabbing it by the hair I hoisted it up to stare at it, face level, to stare into its eyes. I think I recognized it; this guy worked in the gas station. It was hard to tell though, his nose was missing and where one eyeball use to be was just gapping hole. Shrugging I made my way down the empty street of my small town carrying my new prize. Past empty stores, past empty houses, past empty graves, this was MY town I was the only one left. Headless corpses littered the streets and stores and yards.

I use to have an axe,… but it said funny things to me, never keep a weapon that talks to you that’s my motto. I peered into the smiling face of my pack, my dagger winked at me and I winked back. Facial expressions were ok but no speaking; personally I think the dagger was jealous.

I noticed I had made it to my destination, town hall. This is where all the town’s people stay now. I said hello to the door as I entered and made my way to the courtroom. I had to tip toe down the halls, the Jefferson painting hated it when I stayed out this late. Turning around backwards I walked through the door into the courtroom if I couldn’t see Jefferson then he couldn’t see me, you learn these things slowly, but one must adapt. The courtroom was filled with chairs, benches, and jars and in/on almost all of them a head sat wiggleling its eyes and mouthing sounds that could not be produced.

"I agree T-Shirt, lungs are over-rated". Suddenly I froze in my steps. Did my T-shirt just talk to me? I stared long in hard at my T- Shirt, I decided if it did it again Id burn it, just like the rest. Looking for an empty seat I placed the new head near the back of the courtroom. This room was filled with heads. I think its almost the whole town, a whole town full of heads.

"Don’t worry Mr. Mayor". I said looking at the disgruntled mayor’s head. "Your still the boss I’m just here, on the line." I walked up and rearranged his hairpiece; the rats had been eating at him. Feeling eyes on me I looked at the Jefferson painting at the back of the courtroom. I was angry " I don’t have to make sense Jefferson I’m all alone!" I yelled.

I felt tired. I made my way upstairs. I no longer locked up; the stairs would warn me if anything came for me. The stairs were the only thing I allowed to speak to me, but if it ever got attitude Id kill it. I opened the door to my room, and the familiar ringing and jingling of chains greeted me.

"Hello Michael, I know, I was out late I’m sorry to leave you alone for so long". Michael looked at me longingly, he was hungry. Once or twice I had let him take bites of me. But never too deep, Id only sacrifice so much.

Others had changed once they had been bitten, they became like the dead. For me though all things just changed when I first got bit, that’s when I first heard the axe talk to me. It told me to do awful things to the townspeople, and I only tolerated that whole situation for so long, that’s why I destroyed it,… or tried to at least. I never turned into one of those dead type things, but nothing really was the same after that.

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