In the madness and soil
of that sad earthly scene
only then I am human
only then I am clean
~ Hozier, Take Me To Church
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Remember when life used to be filled with the normal kind of problems and the worst that could happen to you was losing a good job or going through a painful break-up?
Yeah, I do too.
Life has changed for me drastically last week. Such a stupid accident that it doesn't even deserve the term. Some random dude in a supermarket in the line in front of me took his bags a little too roughly a little too close to me and his carelessly overgrown nails left a tiny, laughable mark in the skin of my hand. The dude, completely unaware of what he'd done, just turned and left without a single look my way. Disinfecting the wound and praying didn't help. So now...
Now there's not much to look forward to, really. I'm dead. Or more specifically, undead.
Yeah, I live in Seattle during the zombie virus outbreak, trapped inside the Wall erected by Fillmore-Graves. The only family on this side of it is my father who claims to love and protect me, but will undoubtedly cut me off once he finds out his daughter is a walking corpse. He's human—and he hates zombies.
So is Clark, my boyfriend of two months. And since I'm one of those girls who prefer to really get to know a guy before sleeping with him, we've been getting the right amount of madly horny just before I got turned...
One bright spot left in my future seems to be my job. I was hired by Fillmore-Graves as a therapist for their constantly traumatized zombie soldiers. These days, I have my hands full and my belly full of brain tubes. At least something is going my way.
The rest is giving me plenty of reasons to need my own shrink.
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Fanfiction-- His soulful eyes are searching my face, looking for any sign that would confirm my interest. I must've been transparent, my gaze on him whenever he was in my field of view, probably flushed more than once before my blood slowed to almost a stand...
