Black blood

Jake

Jake's POV:

There are things you don't notice are important until you have to face them. I never once tonight had thought much of my broken leg. I didn't think I ever considered how high up locks in doors are, or how difficult it would be to reach them without full use of your limbs.

Escaping seemed impossible. Even if I somehow managed to unlock and open the door, I would never be able to leave; unless he didn't care about catching me. Given the fact he had cared enough to risk being caught by the police to bring me here, I'd say that was unlikely. I should've known he was a psycho. A man-eating psycho to be exact. I'm an idiot. I don't know who I am, but I am obviously an idot.

"You are an idiot"...welp, something we agree on.

"And you are crazy. Now that that's stated, would you mind opening the door for me and letting me leave?"-it didn't hurt to try, right?-"Here, I'll even give you your brain back"-I extended it to him but, unfortunately, my hand was shaking so much the half-wrapped head mush slid off my hand and fell with a splorch.

For a moment we both were left looking at the grey slimy mess on the floor.

"I don't have another one"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry your brain fell!"-Ok, now I was terrified. Was he going to kill me now because I dropped his brain?-"I-I'm really sorry. I'll leave now. I'm sorry"

I made to leave but he obviously was having none of it.

"Really, dude. Look, you are really hot. It was very nice of you to take me home and-and give me something to eat. Even if it was a gross body part. I'm not judging here! Just so you know. You can eat whatever you want, I'm not saying you're gross or crazy or anything. And I'm really truly sorry I dropped it. But I think it's time for me to go home now. Please." I could feel my voice breaking at the end. This was too much. First I wake in the middle of a dirty alley, unable to feel any sensation in my body (which I was still grateful for). Whatever I had taken had obviously numbed my capacity to feel pain or I would have passed out long ago. I think I was coping rather Ok with the amnesia. Then I had been shot, which I don't think completely registered with me yet. But this was just too much. This guy was too much. I wanted to go home. Wherever home was.

Angelo's POV:

There was something about seeing him trying to conceal his now violently shaking body and wet eyes that made me stop and consider my approach about the whole zombie thing. The kid was not taking this well. I crouched down on the floor and tried again. This time with a little more care.

"Why don't we start with your name?"

"I told you I don't know!"-he was almost sobbing now.

"Yes, I heard you the first time. But maybe you have some type of ID on you?" He looked dazed. The adrenaline from the shock was wearing down. I slowly reached for his pocket. He flinched, but I kept rumaging through his many pockets and found a weared down ID. A fake one. Who would believe this kid was 25 was beyond me. I even doubted he was legal yet. Eighteen maybe?

"This says your name is Jake. I wouldn't swear by the surname though. It sounds fake"-I gave him a sideway glance and saw he was now simply staring off into space, tears rolling down his face.

"Jake"-Nothing-"Jake. JAKE!"

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OK!! Two chapters in one sitting! (I must be inspired)
I hope you're liking the story. As always, any comments or sugestions are welcome!! ^×^
I wanted to look into Jake's head a bit more this time. He doesn't know he's dead yet, and he's encountered a sexy "cannibal"!! What do you think happened to him? What exactly is Angelo?! (Lol, his name is a bad pun on my part. I feel so mean naming him like that. I'm sure he hates his own name)
So many questions!!
Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the book :) Hopefuly I'll post the next chapter next week.