warm hands; cold heart

the visit..

As I awoke, I slowly sat up, looking around and slowly remembering everything, grateful I wasn't eaten or killed in my sleep, I eventually looked up and saw mark, waving and rubbing my eyes, smiling at him, "mornin' mark...hey that has a nice ring to it! Haha..." I chuckle, standing up and stretching as I do so, "mor..gnh...Ami..Lia..." He slowly says, trying his best to form some sort of words with his shot vocal cords.

"You can call me Amy, it should be easier for you" I told him, trying to make him feel better, I can't help but think...i feel bad for him, "hey I have a question..." I say, finishing my stretching, and going up to him, standing next to the bench he's sitting on, "hmmm..." He let's out, showing me he's interested, "do you like...need to eat brains or...?" I question, genuinely curious about the zombie diet.

"No...j-j..just..flesh.." he rasps, I hum in response, interested, then going back and grabbing my old clothes, putting them in my bag, until I feel a familiar grip on my arm, looking up I see mark standing there, towering over me due to our hight difference, he looks at me in the eyes, his dull grey eyes, somehow showing a form of...sadness? "Don't...go, n-n-not.....safe...." He says, holding my arm tighter, "dude, there's nothing out there, it's like, a five minute walk to the door, I'll be fine" I say, trying to walk away, until he pulls me closer, my warm hands landing on his chest, and his cold heart.

He holds me close, my heart beating faster than ever before, blood rushing to my face as I look up, he looks down at me, his face showing a form of jealousy, "not...not yet....vi-visit...." He mumbles, burrowing his face in my neck, I start getting nervous...but I'm not scared...I'm more... excited, my stomach turning in knots as his cold arms wrap around me.

"O-ok... I'll visit for a bit" I say, letting the hug last for a while before he pulls away and grabs a can of pears, then hands it to me "food...." He says, I reach into my pocket and grab my knife, using it to open the can, then practically breathing in the food, moaning in satisfaction of the nourishment and sweetness, relieved at the fact I'm no longer hungry, not realizing it before due to the tiredness and nerves, he looks at me, his face gaining a bit of color that I didn't know was possible for a zombie.

I tilt my head at him, confused and wondering why or how he could be so pink, "what's up?" I ask him, all he does is look and point up, looking back down and after a few seconds putting his hand down as well, chuckling in the process, "ha.ha.ha" I say sarcastically, giggling a bit and walking to a trash can I find in the corner, then walking back, continuing to pack up my stuff for when I leave.

grabbing a rock, using it to somewhat sharpen my knife just a bit till I can get back to my place and properly sharpen it, "why...do you...use that?" Mark speaks up, "for protection...I use this specific one mainly though, it was a gift from a friend a while back" I respond, he looks at me, his eyes not leaving me for a second, I wonder what he was like before he was made into a zombie, he looked at me, interested, and a bit sad.

He comes up to me and wipes my face, then I realized that I was crying, I laugh a bit, taking a second to breath, then I look at him and smile, "im all good, mark, don't worry"

After a bit I eventually am ready to leave, after a while of negotiating with mark I stay for one more hour then I leave, we spend our time listening to music that I find around on a record player, then telling him about certain songs I know, singing along to them.

Then I head off, walking out the church, waving at mark, then running off to the door, I run through it and lock the door as fast as I can, then head home....

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Sorry for not updating for a while, I've been busy with school and have had writer's block for a while, and the last part is a bit rushed.