Cravings of the Dead

Anon Reader: Thank you for reviewing. I'm glad you like it. I did my best to make it as scary as could. Glad to hear it's working XD.
I haven't seen Night of the Living Dead though, I tend to avoid horror movies ^^;
MisterVix: Ah, you wouldn't still have the link to that would you? It sounds interesting.
Glad you like this :)
TwistedHilarity: Thank you :D. I hope I can keep it working properly for the rest of the story :)

He neared the den and noticed it immediately. The direction of smell a sound was unmistakable.
Something was infiltrating.
Dropping himself and swiftly entering with practiced agility, he entered his den growling dangerously.
He immediately spotted the intruder making a meal on his floor.
Enraged he grabbed him and slung him against the wall. The other quickly reacted by reaching for his neck; he had to step back to avoid having his throat torn out. The intruder went with the motion and stretched out his neck as he tried to reach the throat again, with his blunt teeth this time.
He quickly grabbed the mouth descending on him, his thumb automatically being bitten and crushed between the teeth. In one swift motion he forced the head to turn into an unnatural position.
His rival roared and he pushed it some more. A dull crack sounded and the roaring ceased abruptly. He kicked the twitching body off himself and into the depths of the shaft. Where it joined with the bodies of other unfortunates who had attempted to enter the chamber.

He then turned his attention to the other intruder. Instinct classified it as prey, but after his meal he was more then satisfied. He would not need any food for a few days.
Kill it.
That was the second instinct.
And he leant down, fully intending to do that.
Until it let out a small high pitched whimper and he started.

He shook his head to rid his ears from the minor disorienting sting. Leaning down so close to the other body the first thing he noted was the overwhelming scent.
He hesitated as his brain automatically processed the information it held.
A multitude of information assaulted him, but most prominent of all was fear.
Strong unrelenting all absorbing fear.
He took another deep breath.
Fear.
And it was,
So good.

It was as though the energy flowed right into him. The fear, that was near tangible in the air, fed something in him. Something that was very hungry.
Laying down he grasped the limp body tightly and buried his nose into its neck.
It was as about as responsive as a corpse, but that mattered not to him.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, as long as those delicious waves of fear kept pouring out from the being.
Grumbling softly he contently gnawed on the sliver of soft flesh that peeked out unprotected above the thick set of cloth the prey was wrapped in.

~*~

I must have passed out. I woke to find an awkward pressure on my neck. Still dazed I swatted at the nuisance.
A menacing growl sounded and reality crashed over me as recollection kicked in.
I tensed immediately and squeaked involuntarily as I became hyper aware of my body.
A heavy weight was methodically draped over me, keeping me completely immobile.
The stench of corpses nearly choked me, but more frightening then that was the chewing.
It was chewing on my neck; painfully bruising.
Instinctively I pulled my head away.
My reward was a vicious bite right on the tendon straining in my neck, forcing my head to turn back.

My breath caught in my thought.
This is the closest I’ve ever been to one of them.
Every thing about it was so, dead.
The skin that once must have carried a healthy and probably beautiful tan, was ruined by an ugly blue purple hue. Stark white scars and swollen half healed wound, many of them obviously infected, littered the sharp face. A mop of greasy long hair that stuck out into all kinds of odd directions fell down onto the bony shoulders.
From what I could see its whole torso had the most unnatural composition. Its frame was all sharp angles and the skin so thin that I could feel its hard ribs pressing painfully into my chest. A sudden emptiness under the last rib gave the impression that its stomach must be near hollow. Yet at the same time I could see the obvious curves of well shaped biceps.
Impossibly inhuman; who ever heard of a built anorexic.

You ask me why I am describing this? Believe me, if you were where I was now, you would be begging for some kind of distraction.
Nobody wants to be aware of a monster slowly eating away at you.
Dreadfully slow.
Obviously enjoying every bit of it, if the soft grunts and slurp like noises are any indication. God, I must be delicious.
There must be something in the spit of this thing, like an anesthetic or something.
Because I don’t feel as much pain as I would have expected. I have seen people getting eaten, and usually they scream.

Oh they scream so much. Screaming is not even a word for it. They shriek, they plead, they screech. The sound of a dying man is truly horrifying. And it lasts long.
The Eating takes long; zombies have this way of eating, they will keep their victims alive as long as possible. It really is the worst way to die.
It’s probably what’s happening right now.
The highly annoying insistent pinching in the junction between my ear and neck.
I’m certain of it. It’s making a meal out of me.
An excruciating slow meal.
For some weird reason I’m just not registering that much pain.
I do feel fuzzy now.
‘Maybe I’m already part zombie.’ I think dimly before passing out again.