Free Zombie Pink by Noel Merczel

dried-up lips.
     
    Her eyes...they were so white they practically glowed! And her skin...it was such an odd color. It was this almost translucent magenta with black spots and blisters and bright red patches all mottled together.
     
    "Ehhhh...." the woman growled, slowly moving towards the shocked couple.
     
    "Is this some sort of joke?" Roger asked, taking a few steps back. "Are you doing like a cosplay thing for Dead Heads or something?"
     
    Roger had caught the popular show a few times, and he knew there was a character named Blakely who wore giant black-framed hipster glasses.
     
    "I dunno ," Mimi answered, as though Roger had asked her the question.
     
    Mimi felt paralyzed there in the middle of the street, like she was in one of those dreams where your legs turn to rubber and they're of absolutely no use.
     
    She had become the proverbial deer in the headlights. She literally couldn't move. No one else was around. There was just one light on in the DeFazio house, upstairs....
     
    "Alright, enough is enough!" Roger ordered. "Great costume, lady, okay?"
     
    Although, the woman wasn't really wearing a costume - aside from the glasses. She wasn't wearing anything unusual at all... just plaid sleep pants, some sort of sparkly flip-flops, and a light blue T-shirt.
     
    But her face wasn't normal. Her expression...her eyes.....her movements.....
     
    She was shuffling slowly and methodically, making a B-line straight over to Mimi.
     
    "Mimi, come on!" Roger commanded. He was attempting to sound tough to cover up his sudden apprehension. "This person isn't right."
     
    He thought that maybe the woman was high or sick or something.
     
    "Let's get the hell out of here!"
     
    But Mimi couldn't move. She tried, but she just couldn't.
     
    Roger sighed and whipped his smartphone out of his back pocket.
     
    First, he snapped a picture of the woman. Then he said, "Hate to do this," and dialed 9-1-1.
     
    The woman was slowly closing in on his wife.
     
    "Mimi!" Roger called.
     
    "Meeee..." the woman growled, as though she was trying to imitate what Roger had said.
     
    "Damn it!" Roger swore.
     
    For some reason, his call wouldn't go through. All he got was a busy signal.
     
    9-1-1 wasn't working? What the hell ?
     
    "Fuck!" Roger said.
     
    The sickly woman was now about two feet away from Mimi. Her fucked-up mouth was twist ed into some weird other-wordly smile. Roger heard someone coughing from a window in the house behind him.
     
    "HEY!" he shouted. "HELP! HELP! COME OUT HERE!"
     
    Whoever was coughing disappeared.
     
    The light in the DeFazio house suddenly switched off. Roger thought he saw a curtain rustle in the main window downstairs. However, no one appeared to be rushing to their aid.
     
    Roger reached out for his wife. Just as he grabbed her arm, the strange woman grabbed Mimi's other arm and emitted the most horrendous inhuman shriek Roger had ever heard. .
     
    "HEY! HEY! COME OUT HERE! WHERE IS ANYONE?" Roger yelled frantically, tugging at his wife.
     
    However, Roger’s formidable strength was no match for the power of this evil grinning woman who easily yanked his wife away.
     
    As the woman's twisted demented face closed in on Mimi, all Mimi could do was stare, as though she was in a trance.
     
    "Even you look better than me," she murmured.
     
    After that, all Mimi heard was Roger yelling and the sick squishy noise of teeth digging into her ear. The woman bit off her earlobe!
     
    The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life.
     
    B ut at least the excruciating physical pain helped Mimi forget the even more excruciating emotional pain of being ugly.
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Gina DeFazio was seventeen years old. Five feet two, with curly cornflower blonde hair and wide spaced aqua marine eyes, she was young and innocent looking and loved to play up those two facts by being a big tease .
     
    In fact, teasing men was Gina's favorite pastime.
     
    "I'm ripe for