This may be complete and utter crap, I'm not sure. I'm tired and my poor brain just isn't functioning like it should be. I do hope you like it though!
Title: Flash Fiction #13
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Milo (If you know me at all, you know who Milo is. Just in case you don’t, he’s the Purple-Suited Zombie); Sandy (Car Zombie, so named by murphstheman – I just used the same name she chose); Teri (Bicycle Girl, so named by some guy we met in Omaha – for the life of me I cannot remember his name :( )
Word Count: 446
Warnings: Complete and utter foolishness. Translation for zombie speech is in brackets. I was goofing with luveskane one day, wondering if Pepto would work on a zombie with indigestion. Since poor Milo ate Merle and ended up with a trashed tummy, this popped into my head.
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the zombies or anything else associated with The Walking Dead, much to my ever-lasting regret. This is unbeta’d and unedited – if you see anything that needs correction, please let me know.
Milo wasn’t feeling well at all. His stomach felt awful; he hadn’t felt this bad since just before he died. He wandered around Atlanta for a while, shambling along with his fellow walkers, hoping that would make him feel a little better, until he heard someone (sort of) calling his name.
Sandy staggered out of the back of the car she was resting in, holding a partially-eaten arm in her hand. She took a bite and hailed Milo to get his attention. “Grraggh! Ggragh nnngahh?” [Hey Milo, what’s happenin’?]
Milo shambled over to Sandy, leaning against the car with her. “Graaaaaaggggggg…” [Not much, just shambling around, doing what we do.] She held out the arm she was chewing on and said, “Ggrraaggghh grr huuhh?” [Want some?]
Milo put his hand over his mouth and stepped back a little, his face turning green(er). Sandy cocked her head and said, “Grrrggg?” [What’s wrong with you? This is perfectly good. Picked it up from a butcher just this morning. At least I think he was a butcher. He had a bloody apron on.]
“Raaaawrrl. Unnnnnh,” Milo replied. [My stomach is killing me. I feel really sick.]
Sandy shook her head, a smirk on her face. “Gglak guk rrggh.” [Told you not to eat that redneck. He was rotten to the core. But did you listen? Noooooo, of course not. Serves you right.]
Teri, another friend of Milo’s and Sandy’s, crawled up. No one was sure what happened to Teri but she was missing both legs and was considerably more decomposed than the other walkers. Some suspected that she was the First, the walker that beget them all.
“Uungh rawrrr grrrrl.” [I can’t believe y’all didn’t save any of that redneck for me. You know how hard it is for me to get around and I’m so hungry. Not only did some jerk steal my bike, but now I didn’t get to eat the redneck either.]
“Grrrgh unfff lawwwl,” Sandy said, giving the arm she’d been gnawing on to Teri. [You’re lucky you didn’t have any. Milo’s sick from it. Here, sweetie, eat this.”
As Teri chowed down on the arm, Milo looked across the street thoughtfully. There was a pharmacy there; maybe something in there would work for him. “Ggrrgh grrrr.” [See you later.]
He shambled off across the street and through the broken window of the pharmacy. Looking around, he spotted what he’d been looking for. He picked up the bottle of hot pink liquid, trying to turn the lid but, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t get the bottle open. Frustrated, he threw the bottle on the floor and grabbed a box of the tablets instead.
“Grrrrrgh aargh.” [Child-proof caps. Fuck my life.]