Darkness within

Amon sat among the dark foliage watching the windows in the hotel for any sign of life. His stomach tugged at him again and he plucked one of the velvety leaves from the branch where he perched, stuffing it into his mouth to chew. He had watched the man coming and going for days, silently wishing he could approach him. He knew better than to try, several large scars evidence of lessons learned previously. Still it didn't stop the longing for companionship which ached deep inside him not unlike his hunger.

It felt like forever since he had been considered a human being and Amon felt it the greatest injustice that he had been cast from that family so quickly. He still remembered being that human, playing in the sun with people he felt close to. Except now he had changed, he was no longer that same being and those fast fading people from his recollections were all gone, probably dead. Now the warm sun only served to heighten his loneliness, radiating his blue and black mottled skin, while he pondered his new desolate existence in limbo. Not human, at least not human in appearance, but still not what the others referred to as undead.

A rustling in the undergrowth drew Amon from his thoughts and he peeled his eyes for the source. It wasn't hard to find, as the zombie like creature stumbled along with no other concerns, except the need to eat. This one was only young and looking at it Amon felt a little sad, the boy couldn't have been more than twelve years young. He looked in rough shape, thin with superficial cuts, as he struggled to make his way through the forest, black blood oozed from open wounds and his clothes in tatters, barely clinging to his small frame.

He wouldn't last much longer, Amon mused, as it wandered closer to hi...

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...s body fed him until it was second nature.

Climbing the tree once more he scanned the environment for other threats and when he found none he focused on the hotel. After a few minutes of nothing happening he decided it would be a better use of time to dispose of the body before it attracted even more unwanted attention. Dragging it across the golf course, Amon tried his hardest to feel empathy for the dead boy, as his head bounced along and rolled from side to side. The world was lacking empathy at the moment but try as he might he couldn't manage to feel any. It was a dog eat dog world and as much as Amon wanted to be human, he was still glad to be a top dog. He wondered what had happened to the man from the hotel and if the new arrivals had done something to him. He knew one thing, for whoever was inside, the zombies outside the hotel were going to be a problem.