[ WP ] Zombie apocalypse comes around . Zombies are half intelligent and form packs based on post-zombification ideas . Tell a lone zombies journey .

Shuffle shuffle groan. This is the sound of hello. 
 
 Egg glanced up and groaned hello in return. The other rotten one looked at Egg. Egg noted she was cute, half a head of tangled blonde hair and large hazel eyes that popped in her shrinking sockets. She was only missing one arm and had surprisingly long straight legs. One bloody hand still grasped her pom poms. Red and gold - their school colors. 
 
 Egg and the pretty Rotten continued to stair at each other. A few minutes passed. She was clearly disappointed. 
 
 In the distance they heard a Breather screaming and several other moans. Breakfast. The pretty Rotten took the opportunity to muffle a dismissive grunt and shuffle away down the hall. She thought he was someone else. 
 
 Egg wheezed out a disappointed sigh. He did n't remember that much about being alive, but he was pretty sure that death was going to be better than this. Undeath, that is. Actually he never really imagined undeath. Maybe that was the problem. 
 
 It turns out undeath did n't change you much. He had a shorter name now, could n't remember his full name... He did n't care, no one ever remembered his name anyway. 
 
 The cute Rotten went to find her fellow Ear Learsss, probably to gurgle about what a loser Egg was. They were mostly harmless, but if the Oksss heard, they would make it a point to push him and steal the last of his lunch lady. The Ear Learsss and Oksss had an alliance to share food taken from over powering their prey, both Breathing and Rottens alike. 
 
 Egg had tried to join an alliance. He had systematically received rejected grunts from the Eeerds, Eaaaks, Ooops, Annds, Othsss, Onrasss, and Raaama alike. He hated 10th grade now just as much as when he was a Breather. 
 
 Wind blew decrepit algebra homework down the empty line of lockers. Egg let out a forlorn moan. He stared at the locker. He wondered if he could just put himself in it and be done with it. 
 
 As the sun began to set he heard gun shots echoing from the direction of Cafeteria B. Egg stirred from his locker contemplation and went shuffling towards the sound. Maybe if enough of a crowd grew for dinner no one would notice home steal a bite of Breather. 
 
 He was nearly at Cafeteria B's off hinge doors when he slowly sensed trouble. A group of Oksss came through the locker room door. Egg stopped. They stopped. 
 
 Egg started to grunt a greeting but a big Oksss let out a mocking gurgle and rammed Egg into the wall. Egg toppled into a trash bin and fell to the floor in disgrace. 
 
 That's it. Egg decided to give up on undeath and just stay in the trash bin for the rest of eternity. What was the point? There was no way to get out. 
 
 The gun fire grew louder. The Oksss just stood there gurgling at poor Egg's shame. They did n't notice Cafeteria B's door swing open. 
 
 A dirty bleeding Breather emerged through the doorway. He raised his automatic pistol. One by one the Oksss brains exploded and their bodies fell to the ground in heap. 
 
 Egg was stunned. They were all dead. The Breather had killed them all. 
 
 The breather gasped and fell back against a locker next to the trash can. His spent pistol dropped with a hollow clank on the tile floor. He was cradling his bloody arm in pain. One of the Cafeteria B Rottens had taken a decent chunk out of his bicep. The breather was so preoccupied with the Oksss and his arm that he never noticed egg slowly raise his head. 
 
 Egg was upon him, One precise bite to the Breather's jugular. Fresh warm blood sprayed over the lockers and the floor, mixing with the Oksss putrid splatter. The Breather looked at Egg in both horror and surprise before his eyes went blank. 
 
 Egg sat back in satisfaction and dug into the Breathers entrails, slurping up his victory. He heard a questioning grunt. 
 
 Egg looked up. The pretty Rotten from earlier was looking at him, at the dead Oksss, and the fresh Breather. 
 
 Egg's throat purred with pride, and the pretty Rotten's cracked lips raised in a crooked smile. She kneeled to join Egg on the floor beside the Breather. As they gorged, the rest of the school started to show up. They joined egg and the pretty Rotten. 
 
 Egg looked up into the pretty Rotten's jovial scowl and knew. For the first time, he belonged. 

