The horror club in wattpad’s always dead, maybe this one won’t be. Since you’re here, I’ve got an excerpt I’d love to have looked over.
For context, she’s a sweet-toothed zombie hesitant to eat humans.
Questions squirmed in my head while I ate without a thought. Chances were I killed Freddy and Guno, Dib, and that drunk. The worst part was, they tasted amazing. Sweet, sweet sugar danced on my tongue as I bit into them, probably because most savages were known to be vegetarians. Somehow, their succulence made the horrid act a thousand times better. Now, as properly cooked meat slid down my throat, I wondered the same. What happened if I hid my sins with junk food?
Morbid curiosity pushed me to find out. I clutched my fork with one hand and a knife in the other. After cutting off a piece of my dessert, I squished it onto some meat. My eyes stared daggers into the concoction. Focus, Lulu. You can do this―just shove it in!
Wastia reached for my plate, sighing. “I guess it’s too soon. If you don’t want this, I can―”
I stuffed the fork in my mouth before she could continue. It was… unique. At first, the new, potent flavor forced cold shivers up my back. I took slow chews, looking, hoping for it to taste bad. But once the cake’s vanilla frosting coated my tongue, I couldn’t contain the small squeal from slipping past my lips. It reminded me of a miracle fruit, shifting my focus from the severity of my actions to how simply delicious the cake was. I just had to have more.
Sweetness still clinging to my taste buds, I took in more meat. Its crunchy, deep fried skin reminded me of the crepes I once sold at… at my job! The pure saccharin goodness jolted me back to the once foggy memories of when my heart still pounded; when I worked at a bakery before everything. I used to mix and match sweets in a way less vulgar fashion.
Despite the bitter iron tickling my throat, I ventured further. Dosing more meat in sweet syrups, frostings and creams until I ran out of condiments. No, there had to be more. Assorted pastel pastries caught my eye, but before grasping for them, I turned to my group with wide eyes.
"You really need to try this!" My hands slammed on table, fingers trembling. "Wait no, maybe you already have but hot damn―"