The Zombie King

On the run. I never knew what that phrase meant till I had to be on the run to save my life. It’s never ending. No place to call home. Never knowing where your next meal will come from or where you will sleep. It’s exhausting, overwhelming, and it can drive a person mad. I wasn’t always on the run. Once upon a time, I was a normal girl living in the suburbs. I had parents, lived in a house, and went to school. I never thought I’d miss high school, but I’d rather endure hours of lectures and bullying than running for my life. Everything was normal. I had a crush who was also my friend, yet I also feared this person. Ryan was my protector from the bullies. He was three years older than me, but he made sure no one bothered me, and if they did. Let’s just say I don’t want to know what happened to them. Those bullies would often be found the next day with their own bruises, broken bones, and some flat out never made an appearance again. Ryan Adams was dark, scary, and intimidating. H

My mind is in a fog as it slowly comes out of the drugs. I was captured by zombies, just fucking great. I’m not sure I want to wake up unsure of what the hell I’ll find myself in. I imagined one of them was Ryan. There’s no way it was him. The drugs must have played tricks on my mind. Slowly I open my eyes. My body is sore. I panic when I realize I’m strapped to a bed. My arms and legs are restrained to the bed posts. What the hell? What is going on?“Easy, Love.” Ryans' voice fills my ears before he appears next to the bed. “Ryan?” I ask in disbelief. Maybe the drugs weren’t playing games on me. “Yes. I know I had to drug you pretty hard to get you here, but I assure you it’s me.” “Where am I, and why I’m restrained?”“I restrained you because I wasn’t sure what state you would be in when you woke up. You are in my home.” He informs me as he starts to undo the restraints. When he is done, I sit up quickly, which was a mistake because now I’m dizzy. “Easy, Love. You’ve been drugge

My meetings are done for the day. I was briefed on the raid of the human camp I found Lacey. Best not to tell Lacey what happened to her companions. Hopefully, she doesn’t ask. I’m waiting for the fifty questions to come spilling out. I know she has them, and I’m prepared to answer them even if I don’t want to. Before I head to get Lacey’s food, I stop by the medical supplies and grab a syringe filled with knockout drugs. I hope I don’t need it, but caution can’t hurt. I stick the needle in my back pocket and head to the kitchen. I grab Lacey’s food. Fetching alfredo, garlic bread, and a brownie with iced green tea lightly sweetened. All of Lacey’s favorites. I know appeasing her with her favorites probably won’t win me any brownie points, but I’m trying. I know it’s going to take a lot to win her back. I can’t even fully justify what I’ve done other than I’m a zombie and had to fight for my rights. Humans would have never accepted us. Hell, humans can’t even accept different races,

aking the next morning, this is a warm body next to me. Lacey. Last night was one hell of a surprise. I’m not complaining because I enjoyed every damn second of it. I was having a hard time holding back. My sexual urges are stronger now, especially around the only girl I’ve ever loved if love is the right word to use. The verdict is still out on that one. Can a sociopathic zombie be in love? Stranger things have happened, right?Lacey is still sleeping soundly. I wore her out pretty good last night, and I was not gentle at all. Although, Lacey seemed to enjoy it. I always knew she had a taste for the darker things, but not because she was dark like me. Lacey is her own little masochist. Pain is her way of helping with her anxiety. She was a little bit of a loner because of her social anxiety and general anxiety. I carefully get out of bed, trying not to wake Lacey. I want to go get her breakfast and process the night before she wakes up. I don’t know how I’m going to tell her the tru

Have you ever felt like you met someone at the wrong time and that things would be perfect if you had met them earlier? That’s how I feel with Lacey. If I had more time with her before the apocalypse, maybe I would have found a way to bring her with me instead of gambling with her life. As much as I hate to admit it, she is right about that. At the time, it was the safer option which might sound crazy, but it’s true. I had no way to keep her safe then. Perhaps if I had met her a few years prior, I would not have only had time to come up with a better plan to keep her safe but to build a better relationship with her. I spent an entire year trying to convince myself she was just some meaningless human. I pushed her way when I could, but yet kept her close as a friend. When I finally decided that I couldn’t ignore my feelings any longer and it was time to make a move, it was also time for the zombies to execute our plan of taking over. If only I had met her sooner, maybe things wouldn’t