¡Hush and Shush!

The angels you once prayed to, who you once begged and knelt for your life to take a full change have finally left you on this cruel earth. Nobody knows who's who anymore, what the world was like or who to run to now.

But you're different, you've always been different, haven't you? You still have some human thoughts you even till now. For example, even though you can't express yourself with words, you can think for yourself. It's a good start for your process of understanding the emotion of the uninfected.

It's not your fault for ruining lives, it's a primal instinct in zombies like you to eat both flesh and bone. Even though sometimes you swear you can feel the weight of bitterness of the human heart you're eating. The heavy thick blood dripping all over your pale hands as the heart lets its final beat. You feel like a wild animal, you are a wild animal.

Why can you still can hear the echoes of wailing from children and screams from crowds?

Why do you feel guilt?

Another thing you notice is how whenever you're done cutting open the insides and spilling out the carefully placed blood-covered organs, then finally digesting the slimy, wet, too-warm intestines, you feel weird. Like you did something you're not supposed to do.

You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?

It can't be, your only doing what you were created for.

Next thing, your in some abandoned building.

It's really carrying the name abandoned, I mean, who won't abandon this hell site? The strong woozing scent of human— or animal— rot quickly reaches you, that's not the only thing all wrong with this whole place. There's blood, dried or new blood leaking through the little hole in the ceiling, infact, theres actually blood everywhere. Stained on the walls, floors, and even bodies stacked un-top of each other have half their brains our spilling on each other. Any normal person who encountered and entered here would've had nausea by now.

You snap out of your little inner monologue and start realising there's someone else here, definitely not a zombie from the way it's walking. You quickly stagger away to hide and see who's the person, but your surprised with an-

An uninfected.

An uninfected who is the prettiest boy you've seen in ages.

He has the most darkest, luscious, long black hair ever! Almost like an angel, with the prettiest one of a kind cat eyes. Did heaven send one of their angels to you?

You snap back to reality as you hear other voices around him, looks like he isn't alone.

“I feel nauseous, can we leave this place already?” A chestnut haired woman muttered, gripping her arm. She looks insanely stressed, speaking from her eye-bags and looking like she hasn't slept in days. Also, who smokes in an apocalypse?

“I wish— how do you think i feel?” The black haired man sighs, bringing out some.. walkie talkie? In all your years of being part of the undead, you've never seen a device like that. It's probably something mankind newly created, it looks so high tech unlike anything you've ever seen.

“I hope we find Satoru soon, he couldn't have gone that far, right?”

“I hope so, Shoko.” Their voices fade as they walk away, making you breathe in relief. They would've shot you dead if they saw you, wouldn't they?

Gosh, even if they did, you'll thank them for it. You wish the girl said his name so you could know what to call him. Atleast you got the girls name first, Shoko.

You guess you'll stick with some nickname in the meantime. Though, which one fits him?

The pretty guy with pretty brains!

It might've not been coincidentally, but you keep seeing him again and again.

He's in the middle of the road panicking. Looks like he's alone this time. You can't help but giggle at the sight of him panicking, it's really cute. All his emotions are the cutest!

But is it you or has he gotten more paranoid?

Anyway, maybe the reason he's so upset is because he can't find his poor friends, thats so sad!

Yes, fine, you admit; you might've been following him ever since that first encounter, but who wouldn't? Someone has to protect him from any other person like you who wants to take your food. His organs are too precious to waste on some common zombie!

it never hurts to ask to confirm why someone's sad, does it?

As you stagger towards him, he immediately noticed you ( probably from the loud steps.. ) . “Oh shit. shitshitshit—”

Despite not looking like a bucket of blood poured on you or you having 2 heads, he still ran away. You wonder why?

...That's a really stupid question, isn't it.

Even if he didn't run away, what are you going to even say to him and how would you communicate with him?

You remember some sign language from your past even if its blurry, now you wonder if he knows sign language himself?

As more days pass by, you grow more and more obsessed with the thought of the relationship with him. The funniest part is you don't even know his name nor his background.

It's like some fun game to you, a cat and a mouse!

It's been fun following his every steps, but you're getting more and more tired of just staying at the sidelines, you want to be with him, want to be closer to him to the point of no separation and want to be his first and last lover. you'd kill to be human all over again.

Why do you even do this?

Do you even understand the concept of love? or is it something you desire that your "brain" simplify as a longlasting forever told story?

Is that why can't you be normal?

Is that why?

Maybe your creator wanted you to suffer, maybe its a sin you did in the past, maybe its all your doing that caused all this. Whatever sin you did must be outrageous to be punished with the ache of yearning for something you know will never end well never fails to hurt you somewhere in your already rotting heart.

Why bother anyway?

Ehem.. going off the script..

Today, you're going to give him a gift face to face!

You were pondering how to make sure he won't run but you're sure nothing like that is going to happen ever again.

Your gift?; it's a fresh, bleeding and beating heart wrapped in a heart box only god knows where you got.

Great symbolism if you ask me!

When you see him again, all alone in the same building you saw him for the first time, you can't help but blush!

You feel like some teenage schoolgirl, maybe that is the scenario. The more closer you get to him only increases the unfamiliar butterflies in your stomach, hes so pretty!

Immediately when he turns around, his eyes widened and took stance to run away. But you quickly held his wrist too tight for a zombie to hold someone. Here comes the real problem, how do you talk to him?

Right, Signals!

When you sign to him a simple word; "H-E-L-L-O" , it's like a light bulb went off from his head as he signs back a hello back. He's probably wondering what's going on, isn't he?

You smile giddly and start rapidly signing words as he looks at you, finally looking directly at you. Your dreams are finally coming through the way you wanted it to!

Eventually, you both exchanged names, using a random name since you can't really remember your background. It's like some blurry CD someone forgot to dust.

Suguru Geto, such a pretty name for a handsome guy.

You then finally give him the little gift as he takes it confusingly, hating the way he's actually accepting some gift from some zombie he's only met once or twice.

You close your eyes and expect a happy and loving gaze from him, but instead you find a disgusted reaction from him as he drops the bleeding heart and immediately turns and gags.

It's the closest reaction you like I guess?

After hours of standing outside the building and the occasional pants of him after throwing a mouthful of food out of his system that your sure he threw up blood at some point, he finally stops and slides down to the concrete floor.

Suddenly, like some unexpected force pulled you, you find yourself patting his back. It seems like he likes it as he leans closer to you. Thank god he doesn't notice the string of saliva forming at the side of your cut mouth.

“How are you even communicating with me?” he ends the slience, glancing at you. “What even are you, if not a zombie?”

The question hangs in the air like a quotation mark, you don't say anything and just look at him, really look at him before booping his nose .

He looks at you and just smiles, “Guess that's a question for another day.” he mutters, going back to leaning on your shoulder. You feel blood rush to your cheeks, this is too soft for your liking!

Everyday since that one interaction has been joyful, you feel more and more alive every minute you spend with him. He's genuinely wonderful, if not more.

You don't feel like something that went wrong, you feel lifted, like light has finally shining after years of crawling in darkness.

Maybe he was really your guardian angel that saved you from you from never-ending misery and torture, maybe he's the one that saved you from the one thought that ended your story.

But every light is temporary, right?

Every minute you spend with him, you're reminded of the roots you came from, the disgusting, fearful, insanely cannibalistic creature you know you are. You feel hungry. You are hungry for the bloody meat in his body, his warm body temperature and especially,

his brain.

You can never change, you know you never will. You know one unfortunate day you will have to eat him. like you said before, it's in your primal instinct, you're not expected anything less.

you can't make a difference. you should give up, no?

You should stop that thought!, what's going on lately with you?

All hell broke loose when you finally met his friends: the chestnut woman you met before, Shoko, and the white-haired man they were talking about, Satoru.

At first, they payed more attention to suguru, talking about how they were worried and looking for him ever since and all that.

Then it all landed on you, then suguru then both of you.

Why is he holding hands with one of the creatures that almost unalived them?, he had surely gone insane without them.

“Suguru, what in the living gods are you holding hands with.” Shoko said bluntly, she didn't look like the type to not go straight to the point to you. Maybe that's just you.

It was quickly followed by satorus disgusted face, “Suguru, tell me this is some joke.” if the disgust wasn't aimed at you currently, you'll probably be giggling at his reaction and how he's basically the definition of clutching his pearls.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“You're holding hands with a zombie, duh!”

“They aren't a zombie—”

“A human now has the looks of a zombie?, wowwww..”

“Shoko that's kind of mean for you to be bullying her appearance..”

“Satoru, shut the fuck up.”

“Can you let me finish my sentence?”

“Hold on, don't tell me you guys are dating..”

“What?, no—”

“Oh my gosh, no fucking way.”

“She's going to kill you in the end, y'know?”

Everything else was a blur when you zoned out, all you know is Suguru defending you infront of his friends while they stare at him like he grew wings. You don't blame them, how do you tell someone you care for a zombie without looking insane?

Later, when walking back with Suguru, you noticed how annoyed he still was after the confrontation between his friends.

Maybe you'll just leave him alone today, what could you possibly do to confront him? You can't do anything.

He'll probably forget about it soon, hopefully.

How do you comfort someone again?

Today has been hell.

You don't know how long you can keep acting like the hunger isn't almost consuming you whole, you have to kill him.

Why does he still believe in you?

You don't want to eat him, no you can't.

But if you don't, you have to die. Even after everything, death still scares you. It's either you or him that has to die.

He doesn't know he's putting himself in more danger if he keeps interacting with you, you're honestly scared for him.

Everything. He is your everything, your forever and end. the only god you've ever believed.

Sooner or later though, you'll lose him.

It fucking happened.

You knew it would happen from the beginning, you knew its either you or him. Why are people so stubborn?

You remember everything that happened, you were at the brisk of passing out from hunger when Suguru found you, how foolish you were to tell him everything you've kept in your heart.

Of course you denied him to offer himself for you to survive, you don't deserve it afterall!

He needs to survive, he can't just end his life because of your selfish needs. But even though your mind said no, your body kept moving and not listening.

The first bite was from his neck, you watched how blood drew out from a single sharp bite and how his breathing got more and more erratic as he winced in pain.

The second bite was on his shoulder, more and more drawing out, eventually staining his t shirt.

It turned to three, then four, then it was uncountable. You watched how his breathing slowly stopped and the heartbeat you laid on his chest for hours to heat finally stopped.

That's when tears started to flow freely.

You ate the only person who loved you, the one who defended you infront of the others, the one who tried to understand you.

You wonder a bit, could his friends be right?

Your nothing more than a zombie.

Atleast, hes with you both in your body and in your soul.

That'd what you both wanted, right?

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