Night of the Laughing Dead
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
erik
It turned out that, indeed, Harley could infect people with the zombie virus...or whatever that had turned Harley into a zombie. If Harley could infect people it would follow that it would've been a virus that had turned her into a zombie. Harley had absolutely no idea what was in that vat that the Joker had pushed her into. In the end it didn't much matter to Harley. She was much more interested in knowing why she wasn't a feral zombie. None of the people that Harley had infected had turned into feral zombies either.
It didn't take long for Harley (and the infected henchmen) to turn all of the other remaining henchmen into zombies. Harley found she could infect people in two ways: by biting or by scratching. Harley's fingernails were just sharp enough to tear apart the skin. It didn't take that long to infect people either; biting to infect people seemed to be instant while scratching to infect people took at least a few minutes.
Half of the people that Harley infected turned out to be the typical zombie from the movies while others kept their intelligence. It was a 50/50 chance it seemed. The feral zombies didn't attack the intelligent ones.
"Perfect" said Harley. "the zombie apocalypse is nearly ready. But we need more; a lot more"
Harley went out along with five others to infect people; all went in separate directions. Harley was armed with her trusty oversized mallet that had once been a movie prop.
Harley whistled as she walked to a nearby night club. There would be plenty of people there to jumpstart the zombie apocalypse. The night club, The White Rabbit, had been a staple of Gotham for more than thirty years. Everyone went there from well-respected people to the "super criminals" that plagued Gotham. Harley and Mistah J had spent many memorable appearances at the night club.
Harley shook her head. Mistah J was out of the picture. It was time for Harley to go solo and have her own fun.
Harley was four blocks away from the nightclub when she passed by an alley. She glanced down the alley to see somebody being assaulted. The sight of the brutal crime made her start to walk down the alley.
A man was beating up a boy of about seventeen or eighteen. The boy was holding his own against the assault but he was definitely out matched by the nearly seven foot tall man.
Harley was coming up on the man from behind. The man and boy were far too busy to notice Harley coming.
Harley waited for an opportunity to strike and, a moment later, she received it when the man was pushed backwards from a devastating blow delivered from the boy. The man was practically pushed right into the arms of Harley. Harley was able to leap up and went for the ear of the man. She bit the ear clean off and swallowed it.
The man turned with surprising speed to Harley. Before the man could say anything Harley had leaned in and bit the flesh of the chest that Harley could reach. Harley's teeth opened up the flesh and exposed his muscles.
"This crazy broad is eating me!" yelled the man as he tried in vain to push Harley away. The boy had moved away from the fray and ran off after a moment's hestition. Harley continued to eat at the man until the man was able to break Harley away from him.
"What the hell are you?!" asked the man who was bleeding all over himself.
"I'm a zombie, duh" said Harley. "you know what they say; when in Rome...."
"We're a long way from Rome, lady" replied the man.
Harley said nothing as she swung her bat at the man which he was able to dodge but he was definitely running low on blood. Harley danced around the man to take bites out of him at random places. The man managed to score a couple of hits on Harley.
"Go down!" yelled Harley as she scored a hit on the man with her bat on the head. The man stumbled a few steps away from Harley before, finally, falling down on the ground. Harley wasted no time in straddling the man down and taking big bites out of his neck.
"Made me work for my meal" quipped Harley as she ate at the dead body. After a moment, Harley climbed off the man and swung her bat at the man's head several times before splitting open the head to reveal his brain.
"Ah, caviar" quipped Harley as she took a bite from the brain. It really was quite delicious.
"Uh, Harley?"
Harley was chowing down on some gray matter when a voice intruded. She slowly looked up to see a figure standing just out of the alley backlighted by streetlights. Harley took one more bite of brain before she stood up. Harley had blood all over her lips and shirt. The dead body at Harley's feet was partially eaten with viscera surrounding the body. Harley had eaten all parts of the body. They say that variety was the spice of life and that went triple for when you were a zombie.
"You got to get a lot closer to talk" called out Harley. "don't worry. I had my fill earlier"
There was five beats of silence and then the figure started down the alley cautiously. Harley licked at the blood on her lips and made an attempt to make herself a bit more presentable. This was accomplished by Harley wiping the blood and viscera on her shirt off on a nearby dumpster. Harley had laid her bat down on the ground to clean herself up.
Who is the mysterious figure that found Harley?
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