Zombeh!

[The Verge]

Here is a story I wrote and submitted to a spooky story contest at my school:

Warning: There is a bit of graphicness in this story... like of the zombie kind.

Voices

By: TheVerge

It is a dark, stormy night. It fits my mood perfectly. Ever since the accident, I’ve been in this mood. I don’t know exactly what happened, and I really don’t want to know. Every time I think back I remember pain. I do know I’m hungry, I can feel my stomach, or what I think is my stomach, searching for food that isn’t there.
I’m in the woods, there are plenty of berries around, I can smell them, but I don’t want berries… I want something, something else.
“Food…” a hoarse voice moans in the back of my head. “We need to eat… we must.”
“No,” another, calmer voice challenges back. “We don’t need to go through with this again… remember last time?”
I think back to that horrible day when it all started, I remember a scream, a terrible scream... I remember food too, delicious food.
“We want some more,” the hoarse voice whispers. “No, we need some more.”
“No, you don’t want that to happen again,” the calm voice states. “Remember the guilt? The horrible gut wrenching guilt we went through?”
“But it was worth it, worth the food… worth the flesh!” the hoarse voice shrieks.
I continue to walk through the trees, until I come across a clearing. I can see something there, a blue triangle. It looks like a tent.
“There! There is our meal!” the first voice shouts. “Go get it! We want the food! We want it!”
“No! Do we want this affliction to spread? Think back to the accident. Think, remember what happened to us!” the second voice screams.
I think, and I remember the darkness… the terrible darkness. I remember a moan too, a low painful moan. It still sends shivers down my spine… or what’s left of it. Then there was a pain, a biting, stinging pain. I could feel it traveling up my leg, delivering strange venom through my blood stream…
“Yes! Spread it, spread the pain, eat the food… it is our way of life now, and nothing can stop us!” one of the voices says in my head.
“No! Remember what it was like back then! Don’t!” the second voice shouts, progressively sounding further and further away.
“Spread the pain, eat the food! Spread the pain, eat the food!” the maniacal voice continues to chant in my head. I limp forward, inching closer and closer to the tent. I reach for the door of the tent with a mangled hand, and I open the flap. I can smell a sweet aroma seeping through the hole I just made. I look around and see a lump huddled in a corner, it begins to move.
“Spread the pain, eat the food! Spread the pain, eat the food!” the voice screams in my head, droning out the other voices that lurk in there.
I hear a click, and a bright light appears. Then I hear a scream, a scream just like the one from the night of the accident. I lunge at it, knowing the time is now! I let my teeth sink into its flesh, feasting once more! I see it crumple, a seemingly lifeless corpse.
I slowly stalk out of the clearing, the voice still pounding in my head. I look behind me and see another fresh member of the living dead, limping around just as I have since that terrible night.