Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

While Anna and Kim were gone, Lyle and I took to talking. He had filled me in on a little more of the Alliance’s work when it came to expanding their network of influence amongst the conscious dead throughout the world. He even told me that he hoped for the day when zombies, like us having to hide in the shadows or risk being hunted down, would soon be coming to its end, which he felt was approaching rapidly. Lyle also informed me of some of the junk they had found in my blood sample, the poisons that Agent Swan, Dr. Chicavonov, and the rest of U.A.C.T. routinely pump me full of. Marcrolides, tetracyclines, along with a whole lot of other experimental cocktails of antibiotics was what Lyle said their researcher at the University of

“Are you kidding?” she proclaimed. “This stuff is way out of my price range. It’s the caviar of the sushi world. Only ultra rich snobs get to enjoy stuff like this.” Samantha popped a small piece into her mouth and I watched as life seemed to come back to her eyes. She then made a strange sound as if in ecstasy and her whole body almost went limp to the point where I thought I was going to have to grab her to keep her standing. With the sushi in her system, she was gone in five seconds flat, rocketed off to another world where she was in pure happiness. I already couldn’t understand her, but her body language did all the talking for her as she gleefully danced around the nearby fire like a fairy in a children’s book. “All right, I’ll have what she’s having,” Anna said, as she snatched a piece of the sushi from the foil and placed it on her tongue. And, a moment later, all I heard from her was, “Oh, it just melts,” before she went as equally out of it as Samantha was and on her way to joining her and the rest of the partygoers in pure

Part of me wanted to stay sober, to take care of Anna and Samantha in case something went wrong with Southside Jimmy showing his ugly mug again. But, part of me also wanted to party with them, a big part of me did. This stuff, whatever it was—I was beginning to have my suspicions—was the most addictive substance on the planet to us. There was no way I was not going to try this. It would have been like leaving a T-bone steak on the floor next to a hungry dog and expecting him not to eat it. I knew ultimately, this stuff was going to get the better of me tonight, so there was no use in fighting it. Plus, I really want to have a good time with