Book of Rusame

Beating Hearts

Hello everyone!!!!! This is a request from appledogs. Hope you like! Monster AU, Zombie!America, Ghost!Russia. This story is slighty inspired by this picture ^ above. In a way its kinda like Romeo and Juliet............. :p idk probably not. I am actually really happy how the story turned out. Hope you like!
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     Zombie and ghosts never interacted, they were each feared and hated by each others. Zombies feared ghosts, ghosts feared zombies. 

    Let's meet Alfred, Alfred died because he had to be the hero and sacrificed himself to save his friends. He was bitten and turned into a zombie. He couldn't remember much once he was turned into a zombie. He had only a couple collections of words like "it", "we","she", and etc.         

     Alfred was low zombie always not having enough food and ended up eating hamburgers from abandon fast food restaurants. He wasn't like other zombies, maybe it was how he died, or how he talks and knows more than others.

     He had died near the big stone wall, his friend needed to get lifted over the wall. Alfred had to go over the wall too but unlucky for him there wasn't enough time for the both of them and he helped his friend instead. Then he was bitten, he could have made it but it was too late. Alfred liked visiting the wall, he could get on top of it but he didn't dare to cross because the fall would be to much on his weak, undead bones.

     He groaned just like everyone else and headed towards a weeping girl on the ground clutching her leg. She pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger at him, only to figure out that it had no ammo. She cried and sobbed, yelling out "Help please someone help me!!!"

      He ignored her cries of help and bit her in the shoulder, she screamed. Then he proceeded to the head till he heard the slight voice, quiet voice of "Stop it." He stopped feeding on the girl and limped over to the voice. He stopped hearing the voice when he arrived at the great big wall. 

     He climbed onto a rock and pulled up onto the wall. He watched silently as the sun slowly set. There was a sudden rustling in the bushes, Alfred growled and crept towards the bushes.  As he was halfway towards it, a mysterious translucent figure jumped out of the bushes, surprised. 

      Here is Ivan. Ivan is a ghost, his death was from suicide. Maybe not wanting to be in the zombie apocalypse, or not wanting to turn in a zombie, no one really knows. He is lot nicer then most, instead of scaring the jelly out of you like others, he tries to help you anyway he can. He knows how many people don't see him and how there is not much he can do, but he does try. 

      Both were shocked at each others presences, ghosts never got by zombies and vice versa. "Sorry I'll leave!" Ivan yelled frantically and fast.

     Alfred slowly lifted his bruised and bloody hand as a signal for stop. Like I said Alfred didn't know much words. He slowly pointed to himself, "A....A-Alfred" he uttered, his throat dry and itchy.

      Ivan calmed down a bit and floated towards Alfred. "I am Ivan." he stated. They went to shake hands only to have Ivan's go right through Alfred's. 

      Alfred's capped and bloody lips tilted upward. So did Ivan's lips. It started from there.

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      They always met up by the wall. Dare say that they were even friends, they were an unusual pair. No one would have thought that a zombie and a ghost ever to be friends. 

     Ivan had never felt so happy, he didn't even care that Alfred was a zombie. He saw many aspects that were a lot more different  than regular zombies. Ivan even taught Alfred some more words, it was difficult but Alfred could say some full sentences now. It was great for them. 

    Alfred had to get food, cause he really needed some brains, I mean his is a zombie. But it took him a lot longer than it had should. Ivan decided to go and search for him, because he cares for him. Being a ghost in a zombie territory is not good. Some zombies would growl at him, some even tried to attack him. 

     Poor Alfred was found shot in the head from a survivor. Ivan was heartbroken, he went to hold onto Alfred till he realized he was still a ghost. Ivan shed a single tear, and kissed Alfred on his head. 

     Ivan smiled sadly as he looked at the now abandon bridge, where he died. Maybe just maybe if he can redo his death he could finally see Alfred again. Ivan floated towards the edge of the bridge, closed his eyes, and fell backwards into the rushing water.

     Ivan opened his eyes to a blinding light, then dimmed to see Alfred. But not the undead zombie, the actual human him. His eyes clouded with tears and ran towards Alfred, and actually hugged him physically. They stayed there for a bit. "I am so glad you're here, Ivan."

     "I love Alfred."

     "I love you too Ivan."