6/17/2008
Dear sugarplum,
You ripped out my heart, tore it to pieces, and stomped it into dust. Then again, that's not that hard when I'm a zombie. I mean come on! I have body parts falling off me all the time. So the heart thing, not too tough to do. Though it kind of leaves me feeling a bit down.
OK, I'm dead, so that makes me pretty down too. I don't care about the whole dead thing though. It hasn't stopped me. See the thing is I'm still in love with you. Yeah, I've been decaying for three years and you've been dating for almost as long. So we've both have moved on from our relationship. I just can't get over you is all. I want you back! Can't you understand that?
I hate that you won't even look at me. I hate that I can't look myself in the mirror and see the man you used to love. I hate that I love someone so self centered as you who can't accept the changes that have happened to me. Why can't we just go back to the way we were?
I love you, but I can't stand it anymore. Everything about you is a lie. You told me you would love me forever, no matter what happened. I can't help it if our car ran out of gas on a lonely dirt road. Heck, I didn't hear you complaining as we were necking. Can I help it if a bunch of undead monsters surrounded us? I mean I did my duty to try to protect you with my baseball bat. There were just too many of them and I got dragged off. I didn't leave you.
That's what you tell him, isn't it? That I didn't love you enough to stick around. God, don't you think I still care about you? I can't believe I do.
I see you with that guy all the time. He's not worthy of you. Heck, I still have more muscle mass than him, and half of mine has withered to nothingness. That meat sack doesn't even have the bone structure it takes to hold the door against a bunch of us who just want to come in and say hi. Is he really someone you want replacing me?
Please give me a second chance, surgarplum. I'm begging you. I know it just sounds like I'm saying "uuugggggghhhhhhnnnnnn." Really, it's more what my heart that's been ground into the dirt is saying. My soul is saying; "I still love you."
Yours always,
Harvey
6/27/2008
Dearest Harriet,
Hey, where are you going? Why do you run from me? Am I that repulsive to you now? Why can't I give you up? I want your body to lay next to mine, to share the same coffin and worms. I want your hand to rest on the cavity where my heart used to be. Why can't I hate you like I do all the rest of the people I've eaten?
I mean I already killed my girlfriend before you. Heck there she is over there stumbling over a headstone. Oops, seems her eye popped out and see I don't feel compelled at all to go help her. You're the only one I want. Don't you understand? I wouldn't let you fumble about like the rest of these brainless zombies. I don't care if you're still alive. That sort of vanity doesn't matter to me.
Why don't you want a piece of me lying across your chest? To hear you scream when you woke up in the middle of the night with my severed hand holding you the way you used to love, was music to my ears. Can't we have that every night?
But when you took that shovel and nearly cleaved my head off. Well, honey, I'm beginning to think you really don't want me around.
So I'm afraid, surgarplum, that it's come down to this. If you refuse me, and I mean more than just shoot me with a shot gun, that kind of tickled, then I'm just going to have to eat your boyfriend's brains.
Really, there's no other option. At least then you'll notice me. I'll have a piece of someone you supposedly love inside of me. We can share his spleen too. It's my favorite part! I want you to have it because I still care that much about you.
Love,
Harvey
7/05/2008
Harriet,
Aww come on don't be like that! Your ex isn't that bad a guy, at least after he became a zombie too. Why do you run from us? He told me how you couldn't stand to be around me, and how you thought I'd changed. Now he's confused because you're avoiding him too. Didn't you like his spleen? He's offering his heart now. Are you going to turn it to dust like you did mine?
He does have other interests now, namely gorging on blood and guts. So he said I could feel free to pursue you. He isn't the jealous type at all. What a great guy, and you should see him now, he could bash down doors with the best of us, no more scrawny muscles!
Won't you let me in? Let me share all my love that oozes out for you. Won't you stop running from me?
Harve.
7/11/2008
Chain saw wielding harlot,
I don't want to do it, sugarplum, but I will. If the only way to have you is to make you a zombie too, then so be it.
I hate that you're forcing me to eat your brains. I hate that I love you so much that I have to kill you to be with you. I would have loved for you stay alive long enough to see our half-dead babies flopping about, but you have driven me to this.
Do not hate me for it. I think you'll look lovely with a half head of hair, splotchy skin and a limp. Just think, you'll never gain weight again, so I never have to tell you that you look fat in anything.
Please, scream for me one last time. It's such a beautiful high pitch sound that splits my ear drums. Yes, just like that. Lovely.
Your evil lord,
Harve.
7/25/08
My sweet little zombie girl,
Oh how nice it's been to share this time with you, crawling through the mud, attacking cows, and slowly stalking town folk. Lying with you and picking the cockroaches from your hair then sharing them with you, delicious. Your lips grey and cracked sucking the juices from them and my fingers. You are truly delicious.
I hate that I love you so much that it makes it difficult to do this. Our time together has been so sweet. I especially loved chasing you down and eating your brains, the look of love and horror on your face is priceless and I'll never forget it for as long as I'm dead. Which isn't much longer?
I'm afraid it's time for me to go. See, I only have two fingers and half a ribcage left. My head's half off and what's left of my skin hangs off like wet toilet paper on a tree.
So I'm afraid you're on your own. Your ex is still around here somewhere, in pieces I think. Maybe you can rebuild him. I know his heart's still in it for you even if his mind isn't. If you follow his blood trail from his grave, you might be able to find most of him.
Me, I think I'll find a nice swamp to lie down in and let the alligators have the rest of me. Heck, maybe they'll get infected and start a rampage of their own. I can only hope.
Please enjoy what's left of your unlife and think of me often. Oh, that's right, I ate your brains so you can't think. Well, at least keep me in your heart, until someone rips that out and stomps on it too.
I'll always love you,
Harvey
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Copyrighted 2008 by Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it.
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