Yet another zombie apocalypse
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
erik
Harley took a short bath. Harley had intended to soak in the small bathtub that was in her room but something captured her attention. As Harley was scrubbing herself, she noticed that bits of her skin was peeling away. This naturally freaked her out to say the least. Harley jumped out of the tub and looked over herself. She also noticed more things about her body.
Harley's skin was much paler than usual. Harley looked at her skin more closely. Her skin didn't look quite right...apart from the fact that she had bleached skin.
"What's wrong with my skin?" asked Harley.
"Nothing?" suggested the beaver.
"No, it isn't nothing" replied the picture of her pre-Joker days. "if I didn't know any better, I'd say that your skin is dying.... which is impossible"
Harley then noticed that she had a film over her eyes that made her look like a zombie.
"Oh, don't tell me" said the beaver a silent moment later. "We're seriously gonna do a zombie apocalypse scenario? Those things have been done to death, you know.....uh, pun totally intended"
"I can totally start a zombie apocalypse!" yelled Harley, giddy with excitement.
"Only you could be happy about that" sighed the picture.
"You're just gonna roll with this?" asked the beaver. "you're not even in denial about"
"I'm not about to whine through the whole chapter," said Harley dismissively. "that'll be too boring"
"And a zombie apocalypse isn't boring?" asked the beaver. "it's all about people losing their humanity, being chased by " walkers" because people are too stupid to actually use the word zombie...and spending an entire season on a boring-ass farm"
"So...we're gonna to spend the rest of the chapter breaking the fourth wall?" asked the picture.
"Why not?" asked Harley. "I'm DC's version of Deadpool anyway. People expect me to break the fourth wall causally"
"Okay, okay..." said the picture. "so whatever happened at that chemical factory turned you into a zombie... and yet you're not acting like a zombie"
"Yeah, good point" replied Harley. "why aren't I acting like a zombie?"
"You must be one of those intelligent zombies" said the picture.
"Oh, sure" replied the beaver. "now we're gonna rip off iZombie".
Harley threw a glare over at the beaver. " Shut up"
There was a knock at the door. Harley had been dressing up in what she called her Sunday outfit. This outfit consisted of a simple white shirt which was dyed red and black pretty sloppily along with jean shorts.
"Intrude" said Harley in a faux French accent.
A pause. Then the door opened up and one of the more bigger henchmen entered the room. The henchman was named Lawrence.
"We can't find the boss" said Lawrence by way of a greeting.
Harley looked over at Lawrence. She wasn't aware of making the choice of suddenly lunging at the startled henchman and taking a bite out of his arm.
"Hey, what are you--"
Harley looked into Lawrence's face and grinned. Blood covered Harley's lips as she licked at the blood. "You're delicious!"
Lawrence was a strong man in his own right. Both Harley and he struggled for minutes in the cramped room. Harley managed to bite Lawrence five or six times. Lawrence was getting weaker as he lost more and more blood. Lawrence didn't cry for help; he was too busy dealing with Harley to even think about crying for help.
Lawrence lasted perhaps five minutes before the blood loss was too great and fell on the floor. Harley continued to eat the dead body for several long minutes.
"Oh darn" said Harley, snapping out of her spell. "I totally meant just to infect him"
"You don't even know if you can even infect people" said the beaver.
Blood covered Harley's lips as well as her shirt. She spent several minutes washing the blood out of her shirt with the help of bleach that she had in her room for whatever reason.
"When you work with Mistah J, you need bleach to clean up the blood" said Harley.
"So....we're going with the zombie apocalypse scenario in a vore fetish story" said the beaver.
"Eh, who cares?" asked Harley. "all that you need is somebody getting eaten and, bam, the story writes itself"
"That's not why people read vore stories, though" replied the picture. "they're in it for the descriptions of people sliding down one's throat. They're not here to read yet another zombie apocalypse story"
"Perhaps," replied Harley. "but zombie apocalypses are box office gold"
"Apocali" corrected the beaver.
"Is there even a plural for several apocalypses?" asked Harley.
"One of the great questions of our time" huffed the beaver.
Harley ate at the dead body with little bites. She was gnawing her way through a leg.
"I thought zombies ate only the brain" said the beaver.
"They're not picky eaters" replied Harley.
"Are you seriously gonna eat all of that body?" asked the picture.
As Harley ate at the body, she found that she especially liked the blood more than anything....not that the rest of it tasted that badly.
"Hey, Harley" said a voice. Harley looked up to see another henchman enter the room. This henchman was tall and stocky, making him resemble a scarecrow. The henchman was followed by yet another henchman. The two henchmen gasped when they caught sight of Harley eating at a dead body.
"Oh, goody" said Harley. "Someone that I can infect"
The taller henchman raced out of the room. He didn't get that far thanks to the agility of Harley. Harley knocked over the henchmam in one smooth movement. Harley took a bite of the henchman's upper arm. The other henchman managed to get away.
"What is this?" asked the bitten henchman. "You bit me!"
"Don't be such a drama queen, Frankie" said Harley. "I just wanna know if I can infect you"
"Infect...me with what?" asked Frankie.
In answer, Harley pointed down at the dead body. The henchman looked down at the dead body.
"You're a zombie?!" asked the henchman, backing away.
"Yeah," said Harley. "and you're the first one...err, second victim I bit...we're gonna have a zombie apocalypse bay-bee!"
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