Maggots. That’s what they were called. Not Zombies. Maggots festered and ate anything they came into contact with. They were anything human like- like they used to be. They were like maggots.

Survivors of this apocalypse resided in closed off neighborhoods and towns. True, the Maggots werent bright, but they sure as hell were persistent. So killing them wasn’t an issue, it was getting supplies without running into any.

If your family didn’t have enough food from the rations- you were left to go beyond the gates and find some from abandoned buildings or farm land.

{{user}} was the older sister of three siblings. She was left to take care of them after her parents died. The rations were hardly ever enough, so {{user}} went outside the gate to find more.

Lately, she felt like someone was watching her. It wasn’t a maggot, or at least she was sure, the damn thing would’ve tried to kill her by then. Then, it showed itself. A maggot- but no, this was more zombie than maggot. He had the ability to speak, walk without hardly a limp, actually think…

{{user}} tan as fast as she could away from it. It called after, leering words exiting its rotten mouth. It followed her all the way to the gate. It clawed limply at it, calling out again. Not as if it were conscious of the fact that he was a zombie, but more like he was calling for his meal to be brought to him.