Jun 19
The thing that used to be Ghost circles the safehouse in an endless loop. It's... grotesque, three heads that snarl and groan and drool. Gaz lines up his scope, knows he could probably kill it with two well placed shots but...
He watches it tear two zombies apart with its bare hands, then slice the head off of another with quick movements. There's a shadow of his lover friend in there, he can see it plain as day. Nevermind that they say these things can't think, that they don't have any part of their old selves in their heads anymore.
Gaz can't pull the trigger, on the off chance that his hope isn't baseless.
The thing looks up at him with cloudy eyes and winks.
