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                  He wasn't letting me distance myself again.

And he didn't sleep last night, instead, he kept his eyes on me and tried speaking to me after he managed to pull me out of the ball I curled myself into.

The feral side of me tried to fight him off of me.

I hissed and groaned at him, trying to let him know I didn't want to be touched or helped.

But he didn't give up and he grasped my shoulders with both of his hands, making me look into his green eyes while he looked directly into my horrid ones.

"If you ever wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now..."

He was right but that didn't stop me from worrying and fearing that my feral side would overcome me. It has before, and it might again.

If that day were to come I'd hope he'd just put me down instead of trying to help me get through it.

"Why here?" His question pulls me out of my mind, "How did you even figure out how to get in here?" He adds glancing around the warehouse.

"And all of these things... you've collected them why?" He asks, picking up and moving a few things around.

I try not to answer him as he placed the things back down, it was a pathetic reason why I decided here was a place I wanted to settle in as a zombie.

I look around. The tall metal walls are covered in vines that have grown through the years reaching the lights that have stopped working.

Then I look back to the metal entrance and the locks. The beginning of it all.

I didn't know why I was the only one who wanted to get in here in the first place or how I knew how to get in here but I did.

The things? I collected them because they somehow reminded me of things from the past.

Like the necklace that's tucked underneath my tank top and the red jacket, I have to dangle from a lamp that is a familiar bright blue.

The necklace called out to me because it was green.

Oddly, it's a color green that matches Perseus's eyes.

The red jacket? It matches the color of human blood. It reminds me of when I first got bit. My bite bled red before the virus changed me.

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