11:40 PM
It was a
fine, gloomy day in Rotten Land when Rodie decided to go shopping. As an
average zombie, she could not afford a car so wth her red blood lipstick
splashed across her disfigured lips, she dragged her half-rotten legs out of
the house. It was a nice day to limp to the mall anyway, she thought.
After about two hours of limping, she finally arrived at Ribcage Mall.
The cold breeze slapped Rodie’s face, but she could not feel it as most of her
skin had gone bad anyway. The air-conditioning was kept at zero degree Celsius,
as it would slowdown the process of rotting and fellow zombies would feel much
more comfortable shopping in that state. Rodie found herself a trolley and
entered the market. She reached into her handbag – a bit haggard with a torn
ribbon and dirt on most of its fading red surface, but it was in style – for the
shopping list she wrote a few hours ago. Most of it were kitchen items –bird eyes,
cat liver and some oak tree roots. Rodie was a typical female zombie though,
and she could not resist the temptation to look through the latest body sets.
Limping, she pushed her trolley towards the body sets aisle. There was a
discount for leg sets, but she did not need a whole new leg, just her foot. She
browsed through the foots available, looking for one that did not have such
rotten nails. She finally found one about the same size as her other foot,
which she just bought a few weeks ago. Some zombies think it is a trend to wear
mismatched feet, but Rodie wanted to keep a reminder of how her human self was
like. Small things like foot size and her hair colour – it was a shiny blonde
when she was human, but she is satisfied with the dirty blonde that she has
now. It is still blonde, after all – are sentimental things for Rodie.
Rodie passed by a cart of eyeballs and admired the colourful irises that
were available. She thought of her yellow irises, but reminded herself that she
just bought those along with her other foot. The eyesight is still good, too. So
she moved on to the wet market. As expected, a lot of noise can be heard from
far. Callings of promotions, from half-priced full human legs to ten dollars
for a whole dog. The floor was hardly sanitized, murky red puddles surrounding
the counters of fresh meat. Rodie tried to be careful to not blot her feet too
much – blood tends to stick to rotten flesh. She bought whatever she needed. Cat liver, bird eyes, oak tree roots… Hmm,
what else? Rodie thought to herself.
Just then, the smell of fresh human brain lingered through her bony
nostrils. She glanced to one side and saw the sign ‘Human Brains – only $15 per
500g!!!’ Rodie walked towards the counter and browsed through the brains. Human
brains were expensive because they are hard to find and considered as luxury
food to the zombies. Rodie felt like licking her lips, but unfortunately half
her tongue had already been chewed half by maggots. She chose a subtly fresh
brain, thinking ‘Once in awhile having leisure food should not be a problem’.
The butcher chopped the brain into cube pieces and handed it over to Rodie. A whole
brain.
At the cashier, Rodie felt like she wanted to have a little snack. So her
eyes passed through the small treats by the counter while the cashier swiped
every price tag with her machine, making a beep sound with every item. Rodie’s
eyes caught on to a small packet with a colourful packaging. It printed ‘Human
Tongue Candy’.
“Is that all, miss?” the cashier asked Rodie.
Rodie’s thin fingers reached for the packet, a bit of her red lipstick stuck
under her long, dirty nails and placed it on the counter.
“Yup, that is all.”
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