I got inspired to write this after I saw all of the stuff about Robbie. I made it where he can’t nessicarily “see” but he can still sense where things are- like a snake. He uses his scent to be able to “see” in a way. Also, the two “blobs” are Marvin and Schneeple.
Robbie remembers complete black, no light to be found for miles around him. He remembers floating amongst this blackness, limbs limp if they had actually been there. He remembers feeling nothing aside for maybe just… a weightless. He remembers feeling free. Free of thought, pain, energy, everything.
And then he remembers the bright and blinding light. He remembers how it pierced the blackness above him even though there was no real sense of direction. He remembers the light spreading and growing until he could no longer stand, feeling pain after so long.
One moment he is feeling nothing, and the next he is feeling too much at once.
The hard surface beneath him was the first thing he made of, back laid out across it. He felt the cold air next, brushing against any bare skin. And then he felt the pain.
Oh the pain.
It was everywhere, spreading from his eyes to his toes. It was a stinging and aching and burning pain all at once. It was most predominantly in his chest and brain, however, pounding and exploding and imploding.
He sat up, screaming, able to hear and smell the things around him. He could not, however, too focused on the pain to pause and smell or hear. He could not see when if he focused, however. There was just a haze of different shades of red around him which grew brighter with each intake of air through his nose.
He felt…. hungry. No, starving, ravished. Any word that describes hunger would be used in that moment because he wanted- no, needed, food. And he could smell it around him and maybe eating could help take away the pain-
He roared and leaped at the first source of food around him, this being a blood of deep red. He latched onto the now squirming chunk of meat, digging what he could call jagged nails into its flesh. There was another scream that did not belong to him but he continued, biting down on the first area of the meat e could reach. This enlightened another scream but he didn’t care and he tears the meat from the chunk just as the other blob runs over, knocking him from the other.
He growled, hitting what he could hardly recall to be a wall. He curled up and chewed at the meet he’d gotten, feeling a tooth pop from his gums and fall to the ground nearby. He didn’t care, though. He was too hungry.
“What the hell is he?!” Something like a screech hit his ears and he flinched, curling further in on himself to try and staunch the loud noise. “That’s not Robbie!”
“I- I don’t know what happened!” Another screeching noise and he roars once more, having finished the piece of meat he’d had. But… he’s still starving and he needs more! “I did as the spell told me!”
“He just bit a huge fucking piece of my shoulder off!” The first shrieked and he can’t stand it anymore. He snarls and pushes back up, nearly falling over when he hears and feels something pop in his flesh stick. The blobs are nearby in front of him and they’re brighter, more red. Especially the one he’d bitten…. and he can smell a delicious smell coming from it. A metallic tang and his mouth is watering. “Marvin, what the hell did we make?!”
But before the they blob could screech again he launched forward with all of the speed he could muster, tackling the better smelling blob to the ground. He bent down to try and bite at it’s meat again but something prevented him from doing so, something pressing against his neck and keeping him from reaching the flesh. He could feel the pain in his stomach and chest growing but shrinking in his brain and he feels that that is good.
“Get him off!” The blob beneath him shrieked and he continues to bite and snap at it despite being unable to reach it.
Something slamming into his side sends him flying off of the blob once more but he catches himself this time, feeling something snap off from his hand. He lets out another roar and goes darting back forward only to be knocked back once more.
“We have to knock him out somehow!” The second blob screeched and he turns his attention towards it because it’s still up unlike the first one. He hisses at it and crawls towards it.
“Hit his head!” He first screeched and the second is moving and is now holding something in a darker red color just as he reaches it-
Something hits the side of his head. He skids away from both blobs, a new and terrible pain in his brain. He lets out a pained noise, the shades of red slowly fading around him.
“I’m sorry, Robbie,” shrieked the second blob and it’s nearer. If only could reach it- “I’ll fix you, I swear.”
And then the world fades.
Did I do good writing from a zombie’s POV??? I tried making it as crazy and hard to follow as possible.