W-where am I? I look around.
I look up seeing the king still over me, I feel strange. I look at my hand, more skinnier than before, my nails pointy and sharp, but my skin more paler and more smooth, my teeth sharper, I sit up with a gasp, I look to the side seeing a mirror I look in it to see what to be said as a ghost girl.My eyes fully white, some blue veins showing at points, WIAT if I'm a zombie why am I able to have full conciseness, fully aware of what I'm going.
(When the right is this it means talking as a zombie)
"My Queen" I turn to the king zombie, I sit did he call me his Queen. I move closer to him. "I'm yours?"
"Your now my queen"
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Not expected (war of the dead fanfic)
Fanfiction(I don't own war of dead, pics or vids) A story following a teen called logan,