Being Revealed: A Short Story

The experience of being eaten was not an entirely pleasant one. No matter how much you screamed in pain the creatures would only take that as encouragement. Their teeth would bite down harder and their claws would dig deeper into your body. If you were able to get out of the situation alive you would be lucky, but surely carry the experience on your body. It was at the very moment of his undoing that Jamal stared into the sky and wondered where it had gone wrong. There had been a call made, the process of dealing with the dead imprinted into Jamal’s mind. He was sent in with a team. Those he had trained with for at least a year, but rather then keep close to the others he wandered off at the sound of crying. Anyone who had watched a horror …show more content…
A man in a white coat talking to him. Something about his recovery and being trained. Jamal hardly listened. For a minute or two he focused on his jumbled mind. The fact that he couldn’t remember anything. His mind was empty. He would press his hands to his head trying to think but there was nothing. He would quickly notice the scars covering him but the doctor told him it was nothing to worry about. With nothing else to go on Jamal trusted the doctor. Maybe one of the only zombies to willingly comply. He had strived to make friends with the other…humans or trainees. But none ever gave him the time of day. They were always trying to bite off someone’s hand or attempting to escape. Jamal on the other hand didn’t mind it so much. It was home and he was fed lots of meat. A lot he couldn’t remember the names of. Because of his shot memory Jamal was at least able to entertain himself with funny things found around the labs or things given to him by the white …show more content…
Jamal peered out with his big from his cage. The white coats had told him today he was become someone’s….pet? Friend? Why would he be someone’s pet? Why would he want to be? It was all confusing but if he was able to get out and see more things he supposed it would be okay. He stepped up to the bars staring curiously at people who entered. One of his hands absentmindedly running over his collar. There were so many. Oh, someone with pink hair? Like Shin. A few blondes. Brunettes. They all looked entirely different or at least they’re personalities all seemed entirely different. He watched as they interacted. It reminded him of the others. The animosity. A few of the humans began stepping up to a cage one by one. Talking to those they housed. The others were eager to be released. Shouldn’t