Two shades of blood ( 1 )

Author's Note; Warning, the following chapters will contain content that readers may find... Hahaha!

I'm sorry, I can't. Hahah...

This warning is kinda useless, we are way past that, and a warning makes no sense. The story is tagged as horror and dark.

But, in short, prepare for blood, guts, death and for those who are MelxLes fans... hold on to your ship!

Your Bl ship, that is!

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People are confusing creatures when it comes to pain. Not their behavior exactly, but their narrow-mindedess towards it. You see, a man who is disemboweled and a man who has a dead wife have many things in common.

They have suffered loss, they often suffer shock and, of course, they suffered pain.

But the beginning question is; which pain?

The man whose innards are removed screams in agony and the man who's lost his life partner screams his heart out in anguish. Both are in pain but it's not the same pain, anymore than an oak and a maple are the same because they are both trees.

Pain has different names, with many hues and like a parasite it lives to fulfill it's ultimate desire; to fully consume it's host. The phrase 'all consuming pain' is very... true.

But in a zombie apocalypse it could not be more truer. Family, friends, even the stranger you met yesterday on the street... They're dead, or dying or worse... they are still alive.

One may argue that life is precious and many people want to live... you are not wrong.

But are you far from right.

Another interesting thing about pain is the way it melds, corrodes and kills the bonds of humanity. Especially in the zombie apocalypse. You would lose your wife because she infected your kids and you had to kill them both. You lost your family and let's not even get involved with the rest of the population you must kill because you value your life and 'want' to live.

But like the whispers of a shadow, the pain of killing your family grips your mind. Leeching off your compassion, kindness and making all your actions, a byproduct of your suffering.

But the really important question in all this is;

Whose in more pain? The disemboweled victim or the weeping widower? The dead or the living?

{3 days ago at Mel's apartment}

Lesley woke up sweating, his body moist like a wet penguin or fish, take your pick. He had woken up from another nightmare, one where he'd been chased by skeletal limbs with no bodies. He took slow breaths, trying to get back to calm when his eyes flashed towards the door.

"Dum! Dum!"

A sound like a hammer hitting a brick sounded outside the room and Lesley immediately got up, after grabbing his knife.

The darkness caressed his freckled chest, the enemy of light covered his six-pack abs and the shadows engulfed him. The room had no windows and so none could see Lesley's shirtless upper body. That night he slept shirtless because he had been feeling hot and he knew he'd get sweaty after a nightmare.

His heart beat in his ears like a vengeful drummer who had gone insane.

"Badump! Badump! Badump! Badump!"

He took a quick breath through his teeth as he neared the door.

"Zombie? What's going on out there?" He shouted, not caring about their non-existent neighbors.

Lesley unfortunately didn't get a verbal response but instead the hammer sound became louder and more incessant. Lesley swore he could hear actual bricks now and his apprehension grew by a considerable margin.

But he wasn't one to stay in a dark room, with a shut door, where strange sounds were coming from. Who had not seen a movie like that?

So it was with a grunt of conviction that Lesley yanked the door open before a single echo of doubt could arise. When he saw what was beyond the door he could not believe his eyes.

Mel stood surrounded by debris of stone, plaster, paint and wood. Infront of him should have been the the kitchen wall and window to the outside but that was not the case.

A gapping hole stood where the wall had been, it's size increasing as Mel raised his fist and punched more bricks out of the structure. His fists were slightly bloody but held no broken fingers. However his black blood was scattered across the floor and on his clothes.

For a moment Lesley knew no words, his mind too stunned to think. So for five seconds, he stood like a statue with his mouth slightly agape. But when he recovered, he was livid.

"What are you doing!?" He shouted moving towards the undead corpse,"Are you crazy!? Do you know... do...you?"

Lesley paused in his steps as Mel turned to him and he finally got a good look at him. Mel was twitching, his upper body having slight spasms, especially from his arms. His eyes cried black blood, bathing his face into a visage of an angel of Hades. His teeth clattered in his mouth like freezing cat, as he looked at Lesley with two mismatched eyes. One was blue and the other had a black pupil with a faded blue iris.

He looked like the stuff of hellish nightmares and for a moment Lesley wondered if he was still dreaming.

"Zombie? What... are you...what's happening to you?" He asked in confusion and Mel's teeth crunched down as if crushing bones in his jaws.

"Hung... gry...eat...out...food" Mel tried to speak but his teeth were moving of their own accord and he could barely get a word through his mouth. Why? Because talking made whatever he was going through harder.

Fortunately Lesley read between the lines... And unfortunately Lesley read between the lines.

His eyes looked the corpse up and down, seeing the feverish look in those dead and ghoulish eyes. But there was something else too, something primal wanting nothing more than to eat.

"Do you... want to eat me?" He asked his knife rising defensively but Mel's mouth was beyond speaking, so he just shook his head.

"Liar, I can see it. You're salivating." Lesley growled,"You probably wanted to eat me first before deciding to go outside. Weird you didn't use the front door. But whatever,I don't care about that. What I want to know is... are you in control of yourself or not?"

Mel looked at Lesley pleadingly, his hands now clutched into fists so tight he was drawing a lot of his blood. Lesley eyed the undead monster with sharp eyes, wishing, no, certain he'd get an answer.

"Go, get out. If you're hungry... do whatever. I don't care." Lesley said to him dropping his knife. If this was not just another crazy part of his life now he'd probably have attacked but this was just an addition to the crazy.

Mel's eyes twitched and for a moment, his blue eye got a shade of grey.

[Whatever...]

Like a group of silenced crabs, his teeth stop clattering and his body stopped spasming. Instead he looked at Lesley with a single minded thought;

EAT

Lesley only had time to widen his eyes before he was grabbed and roughly tossed on to the floor with a "Thud!". His hand moved quickly to slice with his knife but Mel's reflexes proved superior. He caught the hand and his grip was not friendly, because it crushed Lesley's wrist like a broken promise.

"Ahhhh!" The red head had no choice but to scream as his hand was rendered useless.

Unfortunately this was just the beginning.