I Transmigrated Into A World Of Zombie Apocalypse

_ Nightmares do come to pass

“This is stupid suicide.” Danny heard the voice of the girl beside him and he gasped in shock. His forehead was already boiling and the sweats dripping from it and every other part of his body was too cold to match the hotness he felt.

He hated himself for chickening out like that but the scene in front of him had risen all of his fear hormones— and the adrenaline rush gushing over him spurred his paranoia to life and he was edgy. Fear had gripped him, sadness too.

He did not like too much Aunt Theida but he did not wish for her to be eaten by zombies too. Also, Aunt Theida was the last person he thought he would find in this strange new world. If Aunt Theida was here, just how many more of people he knew could also be?

Or maybe it was merely sheer coincidence. Not to mention he was only looking from afar so, the woman could just be someone who looked quite similar to his Aunt Theida. And sound similar too.

Oh, and had a dog too. One that looked like Aunt Theida’s.

He knew his thoughts sounded absurd but nothing sounded right to him at the moment also.

“To hell, I hate this new you. You look like you are about to pee your pants right now. Is my voice that scary?” the girl blurted in wonder, surprised at the manner in which he jumped, shocked.

He needed to find a sarcastic reply. If not, he’d lose any ounce of respect that this girl had left for him.

“Sounds crazy coming from a person who only knew me for two days.” he scoffed, hoping that was sarcastic enough.

One needs to try extra hard to perk up the annoyance of shameless people, don't they?

Again, she picked no offense and only threw her hands listlessly in the air. “Well, the world is crazy now Danny, isn't it?” she rhetorically asked him and leaned in closer to the window beside him.

Just when had she moved from behind him and stood beside him by the window? He was too engrossed watching the scene unfold outside that he hadn't noticed.

The zombies were done eating Aunt Theida’s look-alike now and only a few lagged behind to fumble with the rest of her intestines and that of her dog’s.

“I mean, the world has always been crazy but now, it's crazier.” the girl continued.

He glanced shortly at her as she was close beside him now even though she was googling at the zombies feasting.

She was right though but he was not ready to agree with her. He looked on at the disgusting scenario which had now begun to nauseate him. Except for in the movies, this would be the first time he would witness zombies eating a person– and even though it was from a distance, the scene disturbed him so much that he wanted to scream out himself and cover his eyes just to unsee it.

However, he could do none of those. He had to see it, know it, to learn to fight it, and survive it. He could be a timid one but he was smart.

“I heard you call out a name. Know her?” he heard the girl question beside him.

She was a talkative. He usually liked those types of people as they would always have something to say even when he was quiet and at a loss for how to keep a conversation going. They were always the life of the conversation and he could not help but depend on them while conversing to kill boredom even though talking was not his hobby.

As much as he liked silence, he liked talkative too. It was strange that in this situation where he was watching a woman and her dog get eaten by people who were probably her neighbors and fellow residents, he hated the non-stop words of the girls.

“No, I don't know her. She only looks like someone I know.” he forced himself to answer although he was unsure of his answer. The window rail got colder under his palm.

He would need to get closer to the woman and have a proper look to know if he was mistaken or if this was indeed Aunt Theida.

The silence between the both of them was satisfying for a while. The zombies were done with the woman who lay lifeless on the floor and had resumed their bottomless wandering.

It took about two minutes before the lifeless body of the woman wriggled on the floor and twisted before she shot up effortlessly and she joined the rest of the others in wandering — although she had some kind of recharged vigour unlike the rest of the old zombies.

Danny breathed loudly out as she watched her. He stood there unmoving and was watching without a sound escaping from him because he wanted to know, to see the potency of what he already knew.

But after the woman stood, transforming into a zombie herself, he reminded himself that this was a real deal. A damnation which he had been cast. Of what could his offense be to require such punishment?

He could not watch any longer, so he walked away from the window. Something moving around his throat made him seek the toilet. He was going to puke.

The sight had been too hellish for his inexperienced self to watch.

There was a door in the room and no one needed to tell him before he knew that to be the toilet. Danny dashed into the door and ended up emptying his throat on the floor by what he saw. The floor of the bathroom was filled with blood probably washed off from the hands and bodies of the girl and this Danny– the owner of his new body. They couldn't do as much as rinse off the floors after washing the blood off of themselves?

Dirty things, those two were.

Anyway, who cared about neat toilets in an apocalypse? Danny thought as he moved closer to the sink to wash off his mouth and face. He was grateful to find the tap still running.

Now, he knew why he did not feel thirsty. They probably have been drinking from the tap in the toilet. Should he be glad or nauseated again? Luckily, there was a mini-sized mirror in the bathroom. It was not long or big but it was enough for Danny to examine his new body.

First, he saw his face. It was a finely chiseled face with heavy lashes, a well-rounded nose with a tiny writing right under his lip, close to his chin. It was a tattoo. This new Danny’s skin was pinkish and healthier looking than his which was ravaged with acne holes. Appointments with a professional facialist would have helped but he did not care about his look to bother. However, he was always as neat as a pin– all day, every day. He loved orderliness and neatness. More reason why being in a zombie apocalypse would take lots of adjustments from him.

The owner of the body had curly hair also but his hair was cut bald from the lower part of his head up to his back head.

It was a bad boy hairstyle that complimented the not-too-wide but muscular chest and a stomach with hard and nice abs of his. Bolder now, were tattoos on his breast, stomach, and belly button. One says ‘Humanity or animality?’ the other on the corner of his stomach was the drawing of a mother hen eating her own chicks.

The drawing somehow sent goosebumps all over Danny. The last tattoo was merely the drawing of a book. It looked like the Bible with a glance but one could not tell as nothing was written on it.

Just how wild was this Danny of a person?

Danny further examined his legs.

They were strong and bold with carves right under his knee. This was no wonder the girl wanted to sex as a solution to hunger.

This body and face were enough to send even a man’s interest sprawling. In summary, he was in possession of a body which was not his. Could the owner of this body also have his own body?

Oh, he could imagine his face if he was inside his body. He’d probably slit his own throat for being thrown out of such an alluring body as this and into that mood-killer body of his.

Still, it was better than being stuck in an apocalypse, wasn't it?

Excitement led Danny into flexing his muscles a bit more, grinning with satisfaction to himself before walking out of the toilet.

He choked on his spit when he saw what was before him as he walked back into the room. His most dreaded nightmare was hellbent on haunting him, wasn't it?

“What in all damnation is this?” he whispered to himself too low that one would be convinced that it was a crime to speak in a more loud tone.