Ch. 6 - Inside a zombie's mind

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We're doing a timeskip (unknown how many months haha)! Marco already learned a bit of not attacking human, or that Ace doen't like it. May or may not still make a chapter on Ace teaching him this! But I thought it was time to give a brief view into how Marco sees the world.


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POV Marco


If there was anyone left to look up, they would see a blond zombie enjoying a peaceful morning on the balcony of his apartment. Clutching the handrailing while blue eyes were staring over to the horizon, the zombie seeming deep deep into thought... the same thoughts he always had.

Ace

Ace

Ace

Ace

Protect Ace

Ace

Ace

Love

Love Ace

Ace

Protect Ace

Ace

Ace

Protect

Ace

Some thoughts appearing more than others, but all thoughts still there were those that the zombie cherished most... Only ones to cherish. They were the only things on his mind. The only things his previous human had been able to MAKE himself remember after death.

Even if he doesn't understand it all. Why his living form wanted him to remember. ... He doesn't get a lot if things about himself and what's going on.

Ace often pulled him outside and they stood here.

He doesn't know why.

Ace sometimes sat in the chair, making him sit too.

He doesn't know why.

Ace's eyes watered when he looked at him every so often. He doesn't like that.

He doesn't know why.

Ace always talked to him. He liked hearing Ace talk.

He doesn't know why.

Ace smiled at him at times. He liked that smile.

He doesn't know why.

Ace watched him as he talked. Sometimes not talking, only watching, before talking more.

He doesn't know why.

But... if he grunted, in that pause, Ace smiled. He liked that smile.

So he grunted.

Ace held his hand when they walked. When they stood here. If he squeezed his hand, Ace smiled. He liked that smile.

So he squeezed.

Ace smiled when he copied him.

So he copied.... did his best to copy.

Ace.

Everything for Ace.

Love Ace.

Protect Ace.

Eat Ace

NO

Ace

Protect

Ace

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