Never Close Your Eyes

TC : C. 46

| Chapter Forty-Six |

An already better off dead Z came stumbling out into Doc's grasp, which it unintentionally followed through with Addy's plan. 10K stepped out of the way as the Z weighed itself down on top of Doc, giving Addy enough time to hit the back of its head with enough power to instantly kill it without too much blood shed.

"I said on three!" Doc whined as he laid on the patch of grass with a defeated expression, wondering where the heck 10K was to save the day.

"We do a three count at every house, we'll be here all day and they'll get further!" Addy encourage their movement as she shoved the Z off of her friend, "We have to find them, Doc. We don't know what's going on."

As the rest of the team tracked and went through each house, time going against their wills, Murphy was still being interviewed like a new upcoming celebrity.

"What's it like being a zombie whisperer?" Dean was only on the questions he wanted to know at this point, leaning his head on the open palm of his hand.

His eyes were wide with curiosity beaming as if he was a child in the Willy Wonka factory. He felt like if he didn't know everything it was to be a Murphy, he would die with exhaustion trying to find out how.

"That's how the rumors get started." Murphy huffed out in tiredness.

His eyes only focused on (Y/N) at this point, since she watched him get stabbed down to the bone. Her eyes were wide, almost being consumed in the darkness she sat in, studying every bit of Murphy.

Deep down, she was readying herself for the bad to happen--bad always happened after witnessing something like she witnessed. Between the brains and the bone marrow extraction, she knew some shit was about to go down and she wasn't prepared for it.

Was she not prepared to risk losing Murphy, or was she just not physically prepared for the rush?

"Can you control another zombie with your mind?"

Murphy thought it was going to be the best to lie, or prolong this interview with brief answers, because why would he even want to give this crazed scientist any more ammo against him?

"Now, wouldn't that be something?"

It didn't take long for him to go back to his main attraction, "What about in the zombie pit? Wasn't that you?"

Dean turned to look at the fake audience with his bright eyes, "Viewers, don't let this noble man fool you! He single handedly not only kept the only known reference to the doll Rosie Mae safe, but he controlled a zombie into attacking me!"

He laughed like a mad man that needed to be stopped by the main protagonist; relentless and too free for the world to accept him as a good man.

He gasped like he left out the information the whole world needed to see, "For all of my Rosie fans, we'll have an interview with her as well! Price on her admission will soar once I get a master designer in here."

The last part was muttered so he could cut it later once he was editing the film, but he went back to interviewer mode.

"So, are you trying to say I captured you and the smartest zombie I've ever met in the same day?"

"When you're hot, you're hot." Murphy grumbled, acting like the sour teenager he was meant to be in.

He needed to get out of these restraints again, once he did, he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He'd make sure he was dead this time instead of turning his back to him.

"What happens when you bite a human?"

Flashbacks of the Cassandra he once favored played in both of their heads; for one it was like a horror movie, for the other it was the first time in a long time he felt appreciated. Not because he was something, but because he created something that loved him back.