Zombelgangers // Marc Horne

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Everyone had expected zombies and in a way were looking forward to it. After all of that TV about it,  people just sort of felt it was coming and they had had time to look at the pros as well as the cons. Caving in your neighbor’s skull with a shovel… and it was All Cool.  That had appeal. But the plague of weaponized people that came was much worse because you couldn’t kill them. Because they were you.

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First incident was a man who woke up in bed with his own Doppelganger. Freaked out, lost his shit, homo anxiety. Then he recognized a droopy mole on the belly and then a face on this other head. But of course he didn’t believe he was really seeing a clone of his own face so he took a swing at it. And the face caved in like melon rinds, and a pound of blood and maggots fell out of it and then both the man and his dupe dropped dead on the floor.

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There were more and more of them popping up over time, but really slowly. Slowly enough that it just sounded like bullshit, more and more people woke up with a doppelganger or found one curled up next to the fridge. Always the fridge. Humming. Continue reading

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