My feet trudged against the paved road below me, causing cuts and bruises to form on them. I involuntarily groaned, like the others that surrounded me.

Our groans and moans filled the city air like a symphony. You'd be surprised at how nice it sounds when you don't think of it as a warning.

Of course, people always took it as a warning though. Sadly. Us zombies aren't brainless. People always assume that shit upon us. We are smart enough to be in groups so you run instead of shoot. Funny, right?

I was snapped back into reality when I saw a handsome man standing on a rooftop, shots being fired at a rapid pace. He had red locks and his hair seemed fluffy.

His brown orbs were focused, glaring, and squinting. He had a golden necklace on, the gold at the bottom shaped in a 'Z'.

I quickly sneaked into the abandoned brick building, not wanting to get hurt. I stared outside through a broken, bloody window with my eye.

Some of my close friends were being shot in the head and were falling to the ground. That's alright. They'll rise once again, they're just knocked out.

My one baby blue eye widened as he stopped shooting. They had all fallen. Besides me. My mocha fluffy hair was a total mess!

I can't let him see me like this! Fuuuuuck, he's behind me. A click rang through my head. I'm not gonna be able to confess.

Shit. I slowly turned around, my eyes dilating in fear. Fear of rejection. Before he could shoot I quickly limped over to him.

The wooden floor creaked with every step until I pinned him to the wall with a small smile plastered on my face.

"Your brain smells good~" I flirted before connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. His eyes widened and froze on the spot.

I deepened the kiss with a small smirk. I shoved my tongue, well what was left of it, into his mouth. Unfortunately that's when he pushed me away.

"Sorry kid, I'm not into dead people." he stated coldly as he raised his gun, a bullet flying out of the muzzle to my forehead. I hit the bloody wood with a grin, a small drool running down my face.

His heavy footsteps filled the room as he exited the building.

I'll find you again, pretty boy.