Maggots are wriggling in the bowl next to the mince meat of worms in front of my eyes. Zen pulls one worm out and munches on it, the sight making me want to gag. Hey, I ate a bowl of dead maggots in a stew and I'm going to get sick over this? Apparently, I thought we weren't going to eat worms and maggots for lunch, alive.
Two girls from cooking class approached us, "Hey, may we sit?" The redhead asked. I looked to them and replied, "Yeah."
She sat down, "I'm Zellia Gravedancer, and that's Zoe Headstone." She points to the blonde sitting next to Zen where she ate a worm off her plate, "You're Zee Flesh-Eater, right?"
"Yeah..." I replied. She smiles, "Did you pick that name for yourself?" I nodded. "Headmistress Wilt keeps that box of names for newly made zombies, and she never thought of ever using it."
I asked, "Why?" She leaned, "Because we never go up there. No human's been made into a zombie for centuries, until now."
My brain couldn't process this, nothing here made sense, "Wait. All of you have been down here, in this school for years?"
She chuckles, "We stay in school longer because we are obviously "dead", and if we don't feed for a week, we start to decompose."
Fear struck my eyes, "Really?" She nods, "I'm serious. You better start eating now if you're hungry."
I looked down at the wriggling maggots and worms. The guy with half a brain showing from his head shuffled by like a regular zombie in horror films, he sat with his tray of food and starts munching on a mouldy burger where worms start to fall out on the plate. I stabbed the worms with a fork along with the mince meat and shoved it all in my mouth, chewing and cringing.
Zellia clapped, "There we go. How is it?" I swallowed, "It's alright. I think." She patted my back, "You'll get use to it." She nods to Zen, "How's it going there?"
Being his shy self, he didn't make eye contact, just sort of looking at us, "Are you and Zen friends now?"
I shrugged, "I guess so... yeah. Yeah we are."
Zoe chewed on another worm, "That is so cute, you and Zen, friends."
I looked to him where he appeared to not be comfortable, "Um..." I muttered.
Zoe looks to him, "Are you gonna eat that?" She points to his worms, he didn't respond. I passed him a ripped piece of paper I wrote, he unfolded to read; I know uncomfortable here, but at least try to communicate; you have that note pad with you.
I saw him go for his pockets and pull it out to write and show Zoe, she smiles, "Hi to you too." He wrote again, and she laughed. He looked to me and smiled a little as if to say, thank you.
Two new friends added to the list of our small, little group.