Did you catch Monday's zombie-esque Signature feature or did you manage to escape? If you did... I shall get you, or maybe Jody will in the following excerpt from Dodger's story, Zombies Like Us. 

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“How’s it going Jody, you look well?”

I shrugged and rolled my eyes at him. Even after hours of preparation, I knew that I was a mess, but I was happy to accept his compliment, certain that they would be few and far between that night.

The other guy was Isaac, the Judas. He was sitting across the table, looking nervous and he barely acknowledged my presence. The last time I saw him, I had threatened to kill him. That was a year ago but the offer still stood.

I had my reasons. Before Richard left, Isaac had been instrumental in his cover-up, lying for his friend and hiding his infidelity. It was a despicable act which guaranteed him the top spot on my hate list.

It wasn’t always that way, Isaac and Tommy had been friends of ours for years, but they knew Richard first and took his side when he left. I hadn’t seen either of them since the breakup, but they would have known about my hysterics. Gossip spread like wildfire in that town and it was common knowledge that I had been through the wars. Apparently, I was unhinged, unable to cope on my own and unwilling to accept the fact that he had left me. None of it was true; he hadn’t left me because he was coming back, and I could manage on my own, I just wasn’t very good at it.

Richard must have wanted me there for a reason, other than simply feeling sorry for me. He wasn’t the charitable type and there was a certain risk factor that accompanied me these days which had wreaked havoc to my once busy social calendar. With so much at stake, nobody in their right mind would have invited someone as volatile and emotionally unstable as me and I foolishly saw this as confirmation that he still loved me and wanted me back. Maybe he realized his mistake and needed me to save him from a fate worse than death.

It made sense to me because that’s what I wanted to believe and it gave me a lifeline to cling to, but I knew that my success would ultimately depend on my ability to control my emotions. That was the key, I needed to be more like the old me—the one that he had fallen in love with—and less like the physical and mental wreck that had inherited my body. It was a good plan but it required self-confidence and a sound mind to pull it off, and those were two of the things which he had taken from me, the day that he left. It wasn’t going to be easy.

Richard, sensing my discomfort patted the seat next to him and I sat down. After a good start, I was already beginning to struggle and I must have looked nervous and uncertain.

“Let me get you a drink,” he said. I badly needed one and he ordered four beers from the waiter with an axe embedded in his head. If things didn’t go my way, then Richard would be joining him by the end of the night.

 

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