Zombies - a Necrophilia’s dream

“I’m so fucking hard right now.” said Geoffrey dazed over his dream becoming reality.

Reality, it’s a dream for some, and a nightmare for others. The nightmare is what Lisa is hoping to wake from and while “I’m so fucking hard right now” is a line from Lisa’s favorite fantasy romance novel it is far from what she wants to hear.

Lisa looks back to see if her nightmares still follow her. "Ah!" she tearfully screams "someone fucking help me!" 

Geoffrey's bubbled dream is blown harder at the site of Lisa running towards him seeing Lisa’s nightmare chasing after her. If Lisa knew what state of mind Geoffrey was in, she would agree; she would be better off facing her chasing nightmare to be devoured.  

A shattering rip of sound whips through the air as Geoffrey’s gun makes a needle pricking precision shot into Lisa head. 

“Not a miss” Geoffrey thinks to himself, the bullet enters smooth and clean through Lisa temple, chewing through the memories of her life; her first kiss, her grandmother's death, moving into her apartment, running away from all of this and out the crack in the back of her head.
Bullets fly and not being satisfied with just one death, this speeding bullet enters gunk filled mind of Lisa’s nightmare! Disappointingly, Lisa’s nightmare is already dead, sort of dead, more like undead, although now really dead. The reanimated nightmare of dead is now still and his blood clots out in chunks. Lisa’s body remains lifeless and much to her dismay the physical blow and shock has separated her soul with her body, she stands as a ghost looking down at her broken body.

“This day really suck” Lisa speech is useless now. She talks to know one but her self, but continues to do so over the shock over her own dead.
Geoffrey skipped over almost joyously to his two victims.

“You asshole you where suppose to shoot him!” Lisa yelled when nothing could be heard.

“Ha! Mine!” Geoffrey yelled at the deceased living dead. A school boy with a new toy, Geoffrey sticks his tongue out, biting it as he flips Lisa’s body over.

Lisa’s soul is confused, “what the hell are you doing? Aren’t you going to burry me at least?”

“Well can’t do this here” Geoffrey tucks the gun into his shirt, “no telling when another one of those things could circle about.” He picks up her legs and drags her along the ground, “you and I are going back to the Morgue.” A sales pitch and a promise, Geoffrey smiles and gives a wink to Lisa. Lisa is quite literally in her own world of the dead, she can watch, touch, yell, pout, but her ghostly manifestation is to at this point invisible to all and has no physical bearing on the world of the living.

“Oh good, well at least he’s taking me to the Morgue” all she can do is watch, sadly her naïve mind which has been blown out the back of her head, can not comprehend the true insidious nature that Geoffrey has for her physical body. The only thing she can concentrate on is how she appreciates Geoffrey for dragging her on her back so that her face doesn’t get messed up, “Its better this way since my hair is already a mess.”