A Zombie Fairy Tale

I’ve been neglecting my poor little blog for too long. My life has been hectic for the past few months, and while I’ve kept up with reading zombie books and watching movies about the undead, I’m afraid my zombie writing has fallen by the wayside. Back in February I published a book of short stories entitled Zombie Zeitgeist. Here is one of my favorites from the book.

A Zombie Fairy Tale

For her entire childhood, Jane wanted nothing more than to find her Prince Charming and get married. Being a wife was her calling. She believed in fairy tales, and even after zombies swarmed the earth, she held onto her beliefs about true love and happy endings.

Jane knew that her husband wouldn’t last much longer without a decent meal. She’d been out hunting for three days, but she returned home that afternoon, empty-handed and exhausted. Her husband snapped at her when she walked into the living room, but he couldn’t bite her. She’d tied him up months ago when she realized it was too dangerous to let him roam free in the house.

Frank had always been an affectionate man, and he was no different after he died. He’d reach for her in the middle of the night, constantly looking for attention. After a few days, it became too much work for Jane to keep tabs on him all the time, so she tied him to his favorite recliner and turned on the television to keep him occupied while she was gone. There hadn’t been a signal for weeks, but Frank didn’t seem to mind staring at the fuzzy screen.

“Franky loves his sports, don’t you honey?” She smiled at her undead husband. He reached for Jane, snapping his jaws. “Not tonight, sweetheart,” she giggled. “Ever since you were bitten by the mailman, you’ve been so frisky. Save your strength for later, darling. Your Janey is going to bring you some nourishment.”

Frank had provided food for the family for years, but after he turned, it became Jane’s job to put food on the table. She started by trying to feed him deli meats, and then she moved on to raw steak. She even tried to feed him the neighbor’s cat, but Frank would have none of it. He shoved the cat off his lap and glared at Jane, reaching for her with his rotting hands. Jane wasn’t keen on feeding human meat to her husband, but it appeared that she didn’t have a choice.

“Whatever you want, dear,” Jane said. “Your wish is my command.”

Reluctantly, she went out the next morning in search of food for her spouse. She convinced herself that it wasn’t murder. It was more like gruesome grocery shopping. Jane made sure to only hunt loners, so no one would get suspicious. The first item on her grocery list was her next-door neighbor. The old woman had lived alone for decades, and Jane knew that no one would miss her.

She rapped on the widow’s door, and politely waited for her to answer. Several minutes passed before the front door slowly opened.

“Hello, dear,” the old woman said. “What are you doing here? The government said that people aren’t supposed to leave their homes.”

“I know, Mildred, but I wanted to check on you and make sure you had enough food,” Jane said sweetly.

“Oh, I’m fine, dear, don’t you worry about me. I have plenty of food, and the government should deliver their weekly drop-off tomorrow.” She paused and smiled at Jane, politely asking, “Would you like to come in?”

“I was actually wondering if you’d like to come over to my house for a visit. I’m making venison stew for supper.”

“How lovely! I haven’t had meat in weeks,” Mildred said, licking her lips. “Did Frank catch the deer?”

“Yes,” she fibbed. “He looks so handsome when he holds that rifle of his,” she paused, a dreamy look spreading across her face. “He went out hunting yesterday, and we have plenty of meat to share. Why don’t you come over right now, and we can all have dinner together?”

“Well, I’m sure it would be okay for me to leave the house just this one time.”
“Marvelous,” Jane said, taking Mildred’s hand and leading her down the gravel path to her house.

Poor Mildred didn’t stand a chance. Jane steered her into the living room, and she shoved Mildred into her husband’s waiting arms. Mildred screamed like a banshee, and carried on for quite a while. Jane felt like a monster that first time, but she eventually got used to it. She even started eating her own supper next to Frank while he devoured his victims. She was so happy that they were eating their meals together again.

Jane began to fear for her husband’s health when her hunting trips weren’t successful. Frank had only been having one meal per week, and he was starting to look gaunt. He was decomposing at a rapid rate, and Jane knew she’d have to do something drastic soon, but she was running out of options. She’d walked for miles over the past three days, and she hadn’t come across a single survivor.

Jane had always been a dutiful wife, and she knew she would have to make sacrifices for her husband. She walked into the kitchen on autopilot, as she had many times before. She grabbed a butcher knife and stared at it for a few seconds before returning to the living room. Jane walked up to her husband with tears in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth as she sliced into the meaty flesh of her forearm and cut out a chunk. She cried out in pain and handed her offering to her husband. Frank greedily grabbed the meat, swallowed it, and looked at his wife, wanting more.

Jane smiled through her tears and said to her husband, “You never could get enough of me, could you?”

She had never said no to her husband, and she wasn’t going to start denying his needs just because he was dead. She slowly untied her Prince Charming and took a step back. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for him to consume her, giving herself completely to her husband, as she believed a good wife should.

One thought on “A Zombie Fairy Tale

  1. Hi Jillian: So sorry we’ve been ghosts as of late. We’ve been locked away for the past few months trying to finish Book #2 of the P-7 Series. Almost finish & can’t wait cuz we miss networking with our friends like you!!! Just finished reading this story & have to say………FREAKING LOVE IT!!!!! Jane gives a whole new meaning to Matrimonial Sacrifice! lol This story while eerily strange has a humorous side like the great dark comedy’s such as Beetlejuice, Death Becomes Her & Heathers. And yet still feeds that hunger that we Apocalyptic/Zombie fans want when reading these books. The feeling of can you survive?! To us, Jane is the ultimate survivor which finally succumbs to love, giving her life for the man of her screams! lol Sharing this now, Sweety & can’t wait to read the book!!! 😉 xoxo ❤ Btw~ Freaking luv "gruesome grocery shopping." You ought 2 coin that baby!!! 😉

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