"Bite Me." #ReedsyUnknown

Trigger Warning: This short story contains Mature Themes, Animal and Zombie Violence, and Gore.

Bite Me

Part 1- Flight of the Mosquito 

As we emerged from the stagnant water, we took flight and headed straight towards blood. We could smell a fresh kill in the air, so we flew faster. It is hard being a mosquito. So many creatures want to eat you, but then again, I want to eat and suck on so many creatures every second of every day. Lord knows I try. 

We saw an island, and we had a bad feeling. We were always drawn to the natives. Their sweaty skin was easy to prick, but all we saw were monkeys. Feral beasts ravaging one of their ex-pack-leader’s corpses. 

Did they kill him? I wondered? Were they that hungry? Lord knows I was, so I swooped in for a feast. These stupid monkeys made it easy for me. I went straight in for a proboscis full of fresh blood. I took a lot in, but it did not taste right. No, it did not taste right. 

An older female monkey of some sort, sat underneath a nearby coconut tree nursing her young. She looked exhausted. Or was she just lazy? Either way, I hoped that she would taste better. Just one sip, please. I thought. I will be quick. 

I flew in woozily. I sat on the back of her right shoulder. She did not feel a thing at first, but as I withdrew, she slapped her shoulder. She missed! Haha! Then I turned to see my friends. I wanted to tell them she was a safe target. 

“Come! Eat! Feed on the blood of this here..” and then I heard her roar! So loud! So loud. Then I saw her mate show up out of nowhere roaring in my face! Then he simply reached out, grabbed me, and squashed me because I am a bug. 

Part 2- The Loss of the Father

It was not too long after my mate had been bit that she got sick and died. She had seizures, and she failed to feed our young. I closed my mate’s eyes, and I wept for a minute. I kissed a wound that I had noticed on her brow, and the blood did not taste that well. Distraught, I took our son on a journey to the other side of the island where we would find fresh water, and new playmates. 

“Come on.” I said in a melancholy manner. “She’s gone now, so it’s just the two of us and our pack. Look out for me, and I will look out for you.” 

I took my son to the other side of the island that day, but I began to get nauseas from the heat, or could it be the blood? My mate. My love. I should not have just left her there, but something was off. 

I had a bad feeling when I spied a native staring at me from a nearby island. He was young. He was fit. I noticed he was alone. I began to feel woozy. A bit of a headache was setting in. I grabbed my little one, and we both headed towards the pack. 

It was getting dark, and I could not stop vomiting. We were almost to our camp when I heard someone order, 

“Get ‘em! Get ‘em now!”

It scared me so bad that I dropped my son. He hurt his foot and could be heard screeching from a mile or two away. Off he ran. He ran right into their arms. The native’s arms. I knew at once that I was alone. I vomited again. What was happening to me? 

I started getting disoriented, and I heard my son let out a squeal, so I raced towards his voice. I then felt a prick on my left clavicle. Darts! We are playing darts now? These stupid, little…

And that was it. The poison dart kicked in. 

Part 3- Just Across the River!

“Monkey bushmeat tonight!” I screamed to my tribe. I killed what appeared to be the father, and we just disposed of his young. We let the kids keep the cute, little monkey feet as souvenirs of a successful hunt. This monkey weighs about as much as me. He will be good for our tribe. Yes, he will be good. 

It took me a good three hours to clean the father monkey all by myself. No one ever helped me. I do everything I can do to put food on the table for the whole tribe, and I did just that. But, no, no support or help for the one tribe member who should be in control. Before I knew it, I was squishing monkey brains in between my fingers, and blood got on my moccasins. I through the brains on the fire, and said-

“No one eats till I am finished!” 

Then I licked my fingers and cut me some ribs. Everyone watched me eat the undercooked ribs, and I ate the whole rack! Perfection. 

“The rest is yours.” I said to the tribe. They all dug in, but, as they ate, something was not right. Something was not right with me. 

I wondered if I should speak up, but it was my kill. I was responsible to make sure it was okay to eat. Maybe it is just gas, and it will pass. 

“I hope it’s just gas.” I mumbled to myself. Then the pain began to hit. One by one we dropped to the ground. I writhed in pain for eight minutes. I could hear moans and screams surrounding me. They disturbed me. My vision got blurry, and I threw up. I heard an instrument playing in the distance. It was pretty. I focused on the music as my soul left my body. Beautiful. It was beautiful. I could have listened to it forever, but God met me at the Gates to Heaven. He said-

“No entry.” 

He reached out His hand through the gate and placed it on my head. 

“This is for wasting the brains of my monkey.” He reached in through my eye sockets, thus blinding me for good. Then He pulled out my brains and sent me back to Earth without them to wander blindly, and dumbly till there was more room for me to be held in Limbo. I bet processing people must be hard, so let us live longer. Let us live longer on Earth whether I can see it or not. I will at least get to smell the ocean air! Oh wait. Not without brains. Drat!

Part 4- The Resurrection of the Infidels

Those who do not believe shall, well, you know. We do not get to enter Heaven. We were too late to accept God. Now, all we wanted was blood. 

One-by-one, my tribe members appeared. They were missing limbs and could hardly swim across the river to reach the long trek ahead to civilization. Some of the dead turned back from the rapids, but I swam and made it to calmer waters just fine. As I rose up out of the stagnant water, a mosquito bit me on my thigh. I tried to kill it, but it quickly got away from me. Then I heard a scream. Was someone screaming at me? Where was she? Then I heard quick footsteps approaching, and a woman appeared. We stared at each other in confusion. She saw my hideous face, and I saw her thighs. Thick, perfect for feeding. Like a moth to a flame, I dove for the thighs. I chased her down, and bit, and bit, and bit her. Then she managed to get away. Why? I was only trying to feed! I looked around and was shocked by what I saw. Dead people were rising up out of the river. They were making it across. Across to the mainland. A place to find blood, and the energy to keep going, and going until their place opened up in Limbo-where they would continue to wait for their judgement day.