User:Sparrisen

Sparrisen, literally meaning 'asparagus', was a normal teenage girl in Malton. She lived in suburb of Yagoton. They had been informed that anyone (most of them anyways) who gets killed by a zombie turns to on himself. When the first zombies were sighted she fought with the others of the neighbourhood. But one day in May, when a horde arrived and sound of guns was declining, she thought to herself: "What's so bad about being one of these creatures? They're just like we, some are even slightly organised." The first wave of zombies had fallen, but there were more. Many more. She didn't fight anymore. She threw her gun aside, waiting for the next zombie. It grabbed hold of her neck, drilling it's fingers deep into her veins. She didn't react. The zombie threw her away. She landed on the grass of one of the gardens. She could see the hordes run through the neighbourhood. She saw them feasting on her family and friends. She din't react. Not even when one of the zombies picked her up with a grin. She was now face to face with the creature and she could see it's eyeballs. They had rolled back into the head of the creature. "It doesn't look that scary after all" she thought to herself. It tried to break it's way in to her head. Its claws were deep in her head, and its teeth were gnawing it's way to her brain. She could feel the cold. It was the plague. And she welcomed it with a smile, knowing that she would not die, but become one of these creatures, perhaps, one day, she would lead some of them into victory in Malton. No, not the. Us. She was one of them. She was hungry. She wanted to taste manflesh. It would keep her alive. Now, four years after the outbreak, the zombie has visited Ridleybank and other suburds, taking part in the siege of Nichols Mall, feasting with fellow feral zombies. She had found her calling. Her place in the world. These were her kin.