puppetmaker | LJ Idol Week 15 Young Zombies in Love

After coming back from the dead Lisa was out of sorts. For one thing part of her brain was missing apparent a tasty snack for a passing undead. Fortunately the mystical energy that allowed her to shamble gave her also the ability to put a few thoughts together and have them stick. She felt pretty much how she use to feel when alive but before her first cup of coffee. Things tended to slip away. Not only thoughts, but body parts as her body slowly rotted since it was no longer pumping blood.

Regrets, she had a few including that stupid move to get a pack of cigarettes because she just had to have a smoke after being warned not to leave her house because of possible packs of roving zombies. She had gotten to the corner shop only to find that it had been vandalized and most everything had been taken. She dug through the rubble only to find a crushed soft-pack of menthol lights. She hated menthol cigarettes but the jonesing got a smoke was so powerful that she grabbed the pack and a few bags of snack food and headed back to her house. Only to encounter a pack of zombies which she thought she could out run but found herself sadly mistaken.

Another regret was that she never had a boyfriend. Oh she had been pretty enough when she was alive but always seem to be the second choice on the menu. She asked her more popular friends how to dress or do extreme party make-up. No matter how dramatic she went, she always seem to fade into the woodwork. Now as a zombie, her chances were even less of finding that perfect guy.

She slowly shambled across the local park. The moonlight painted the world silver around her. She would have looked up at the moon but she was concerned about more of her brain slipping out of her skull and she wanted to keep what she had left. What a beautiful magical night, she thought, and here I have no one to share it with. She continued to shamble into a small grove of trees when her right foot encountered something in the leaves. She moved the bed of leave carefully with her hands and found a body.

If her heart has been still beating, it would have skipped one. She looked upon the most handsome man living or dead that she had ever seen. He had long raven back hair that was spread out on the cold ground. The face could of have been sculpted by Michelangelo with his straight nose and pouty lips combined with cheek bones to die for if she wasn't already dead and a chin that could cut glass. The body was naked so she could see every detail of his perfect pecs, his chiseled abs, and his, well, ample equipment. The legs and arms just added to the loveliness of the picture.

She felt something stir in her neathers which almost surprised her since she figured she was dead all over. The eyes snapped open reveling the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She felt herself take in a breath that she no longer needed and then let it out. The godlike man slowly got to his feet and looked around. He opened his mouth and said, "Unnnnnnnnn" which in Zombie means 'What the heck?'

She felt a shiver and thought how cool it was that he didn't swear. "UnnnNNnnnnn" she replied which in Zombie translates out to, "You are a Zombie now. One of the undead."

"Unnnnnn" he replied (Really? That is so cool.)

"UnnnUnnnn?" she moaned (You think this is cool?)

"UnnnnnnNNNNNnnnnn" he groaned (Yeah, I was going to be dead from cancer soon so I think this is a better option if you ask me)

"Unn." She replied (I guess so.)

The man managed a smile and said, "Uuuuunnnnn" (You're cute.)

She tried to smile but could only manage half a smile and a bit of a blush which was amazing since there was no blood pumping through her veins anymore.

The man seemed lost in thought for a bit and then what could pass for a concerned look appeared on his face, "UnUnUnnnnnnnnn?" (Did you kill me?)

"UmmmmUUUUUNNNNNnnnn" She shrieked. (No! No! I didn't. I just found you out here covered in leaves.)

He looked down at his state of undress, "UhhhhhhhhhhUnnnnnnn" (Where are my clothes?)

She found herself blushing again or what passed for blushing for a zombie.

He tried to cock an eyebrow but failed, "Uhhhhhhmmmmmm" (You rescued me! Therefore I must kiss you!)

He grabbed her up in his strong arms and planted his lips onto hers. She could feel herself melting into the embrace. His slightly rough beard stubble scratched against her skin but she didn't mind. She was lost in the throws of passion. As was he. And most amazing was that his member came to attention while there was no blood pumping in his views. They tore what was left of her cloths off and fell to the ground with many grunts and groans. She could feel herself let go for the first time. What did it matter? She was dead so nothing worse could really happen.

He kneaded her ample breasts and licked her cold nipples. She found that that stirring in her nether region was just getting stronger. She wanted him like she had never wanted a man before. He was like fire to her. She knew it was dangerous but she just wanted more and more. The moans and groans just continued but now they were not words but expressions of their passion. As he thrust into her, he encounters a little resistance but his member would not be denied. They were locking in the throws of love making when the strangest thing started to happen. As he kissed her harder and harder and she him, their lips sloughed off and they found themselves grinding teeth. The friction of their lovemaking was causing their skin to rip and tear. Her breasts fell off but she didn't care. She just wanted him. She griped harder onto his member and as he pulled back to thrust, his member just staying inside her. He didn't seem to notice but continued to pound her into oblivion. And the last thought she could hold together before she totally fell apart was "So this was it is like to be screwed to death. Not bad at all."

The next day the park services group found their blood soaked bones on the ground linked together. They called the police and the mystery of the lovers' bones became an urban legend.