Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.6 ~ RZ (Ch. 39)

The almost bald male pointed at the man who claimed himself to be a preacher, as a speaker of God. Such a loser. Everyone looked between the challenger and the person he's challenging. Jacob looked bewildered at Murphy's statement.

Murphy didn't look amused, but disgusted was a term to use.

"Fore I am the true incarnation of The Resurrected!"

"What the hell is he doing?" Warren growled, looking at the next leader before watching the 'incarnation of the Resurrected'.

"I have no idea." Charlie sighed, confused of the motive as well.

"Kill the blasphemer." Jacob barked, feeling as if his power was being questioned by the real deal.

Which it was. By Murphy. By the truth. Everything he's feared is now coming true; someone is trying to question him and his authority. The truth will set you free, but it's only putting Jacob in that cage with the Zs.

"But the bites, Jacob." The Asian man halted his actions, trying to find some sort of explanation for the markings.

"A false prophet!" Jacob lied through his teeth to keep his throne intact.

"I can prove it! I can prove that my words are true." Murphy assured quickly.

But behind his eyes, you could tell he was running out of ideas, slowly.

"Tell us, blasphemer. How can you possibly prove this outrageous lie?"

Think, Murphy, think. You've came this far with your lies, don't let them fall back on you like a tidal wave. How is it a lie when evidence is literally right in front of you? I doubt we'd have time to cover Murphy in sy-fy makeup before this whole ordeal.

"I'll show you. Observe ye of little faith!"

Oh, no. You could literally feel the worry vibrating off of his aura.

"Jesus. No. Just don't, Murphy." Charlie intervened, trying to stop him from his ultimate death.

Yet, Murphy was already heading back to the steel cage. Evidently, everyone around us could tell how hesitant Murphy was to do his exhibition of his powers. Who could blame him, though? He's already been through so much; he's been through this eight times, at the same time.

A man can only take so much in one lifetime. And this? This has to be too much for him, mentally.

"The Resurrected will not attack me, because they love and fear me." Murphy illustrated as he brought a hand in the air.

A zombie stayed in front of Murphy, groaning at the sight of him. Falteringly, the half human, half undead brought his hand to the Z's face. As if they were having a mental conversation, the dead woman opened up her mouth like she was about to bite Murphy.

Everyone awaited in anticipation. Carefully, awaiting for the dead to take his finger off, Murphy slid his hand into the mouth of the beast. Forcibly facing his fear for the life of his friends. Heroic. Bold.

Very unselfish of him. Rare of him. Nothing came back as a consequence for his actions. The dead easily let him in, not seeming to mind his touch.

"Behold my flock! There's your proof, brothers and sisters! Now, let us go, Jacob. Before my flock resurrects all of you!"

Murphy didn't hesitate for the first time in his actions as he moved his hand back to his side. Probably thanking an actual God for letting him escape so clean this time. I looked back up at Jacob.

Confusion and shock were transparent in his orbs, but he only allowed one true emotion to physically show: fury. Someone came into his world and started to question his authority, his preaching.