Zed POV
"Useless! None of these history books say where the moonstone is hidden!" Willa shouted. I gulped nervously.
"Win the wolves' vote, win the election. Easy," I approached the werewolves, who were all sitting at a table. "Hello wolves, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Zed, zombie, football star, presidential hopeful.... Okay..."
This was not going well, so Eliza stepped in. "When zombies first came to Seabrook, we were outsiders too, which is why you need a great president like Zed to represent you. We'd be honored if you guys joined us."
Wynter looked upset. "Our pack is our pack. We don't need anyone else, so..."
Zoey seemed confused. "Who doesn't want more friends? Underneath all that fluffy hair, I bet you're a real softie."
"I am a mean, mean werewolf, kid. I am tough and rough."
"Aww, you said 'ruff." Like a sweet little puppy dog! Ruff, ruff!"
"We are beasts of the forest, we will never be tamed..." Wynter trailed off as Zoey scratched by behind her ears. "Oh boy. Oh wow, that's great. Oh wow," Willa glared at her. "Sorry."
Willa sighed in anger. "We're nothing like you zombies."
Eliza was quick to disagree. "You sort of are. Your necklace is powered, right? Kind of like an organic Z-band." Willa looked impressed.
"You're smarter than he looks."
"Thanks."
I think I was starting to get the point. "That necklace keeps you from fully wolfing out?" I asked, reaching out to touch Willa's necklace. She slapped my hand away.
"The opposite. Our moonstones make us our true werewolf selves."
"So without it you'd be human?"
"No, we'd die. We'd be nothing."
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A/N: Italics is zombies, bold is werewolves, italics and bold are everyone
Do it like the zombies do. Brush your fangs when you wake up. Comb your hair, do your makeup. Sleep at night, don't stay up. Do it like the zombies do. Don't stand out when you're fitting in. When in doubt, do the opposite.
Don't listen to him; he's a hypocrite.
Do it like the zombies do. All you've got to do is give an inch, then we gon' take it to the top! Do it like the zombies do.
When the moon is full, no howling. Don't run in the halls, no growling. Let's go to the mall, start styling.
Do it like the zombies do.
Trim your claws, get a manicure. Cut your fangs, leave it on the floor. Now wag your tail like a Labrador!
Do it like the zombies do. All you've got to do is give an inch, then we gon' take it to the top! Do it like the zombies do.
Stand up, stand up, stand up straight, and do your homework. Smile a lot when you network. Did I mention no one gets hurt? Do it like the zombies do. I hope you're open to my advice.
Oh, it's invaluable to us, right? It sounds like this could be a paradise.
Do it like the zombies do.
Why should we change, they should be like us. Yeah, he may eat brains, but he's got no guts. He's gone insane, yeah he's acting nuts. Come on, we've got moves to bust. Woah!
All you've got to do is give an inch, then we gon' take it to the top! Do it like the zombies do. Don't stop! Do it like the zombies do.
"Oof!"
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