Unexpectedly Undead

Unexpectedly Undead Chapter 8

-Dead to Rights-

"Your time starts now." Olivia said as she glanced over her left shoulder at the grandfather clock in the back corner of the lounge. The time was 7:53 a.m.

The four were seated across from one another around a beautifully etched glass coffee table. Macon sat reclined in an over-stuffed leather chair, his feet propped up on an ottoman. Samuel sat next to him in an almost identical chair, though his posture took on a more serious demeanor. He sat up straight with his hands firmly placed in his lap, almost as if he were giving some important presentation at a business meeting.

Olivia and Caroline shared the loveseat on the other side of the coffee table. However, Olivia couldn't help but secretly yearn for Macon's ass to be where Caroline's sat.

With a sigh, she decided that there was no use in trying to quiet her thoughts on Macon's sex appeal. She was attracted to him, no doubt about it. Nevertheless, they were just thoughts, she rationalized. Thoughts that she knew she could keep to herself.

"I'd like to start off with my deepest apologies, Olivia. What I have done to you is -quite literally- a life changing event that to our knowledge can not be undone. In ruining your life, I hope that I can make it up to you sometime while you're undead." Samuel offered. Olivia could sense a deep remorse and sincerity within his words. With a sincere smile and nod, she accepted his apology.

"It's okay. Please continue." She said, merely trying to be nice. Olivia was still unconvinced that being a zombie was as praiseworthy as the group made it out to be. In her mind it was wrong, no matter how many ways they tried to justify it.

"Having said that, being undead has its advantages and disadvantages, as you may or may not have noticed. I'll start off with a quick summary of our story. My brother and I..." Samuel said, pointing toward himself and Macon as he spoke. Macon -obviously knowing where Samuel was headed with the tale- interrupted with a question for Olivia.

"How old do you think we are?" He asked. Samuel frustratingly threw his hands up in the air slightly and mouthed something Olivia couldn't quite make out. To her, it almost appeared as if Samuel called Macon a 'mother fucker'. She giggled a second before she focused on his question. She looked upon them -each for just a moment or two- before answering.

"I'd say you're around nineteen or twenty, and Samuel is a little younger... maybe seventeen." The two brothers chuckled to themselves for a few brief seconds before Macon added.

"Very good, but you're off by a few decades. My birthday is April twenty forth..."

"So..." Olivia interrupted, getting slightly annoyed at how nonchalant they two of them were becoming. She despised being the tail end of any joke.

"...thirteen hundred and twenty nine." Macon finished.

"Mine's October eleventh, thirteen hundred and thirty two." Samuel shared. "Although we appear to be approximately twenty and seventeen years of age, we're actually closer to six hundred and eighty two."

"Six hundred and eighty five years,  for me." Macon added.

"Bullshit." Olivia blurted out with no real intention of doing so. She raised her hand to her mouth quickly, cupping her lips before she whispered. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright, Olivia. Caroline reacted in the same manner when we had this little chat with her." Samuel said with a smile.

"It's true. Took me years of not aging myself to realize they weren't lying." Caroline offered.

"How old are you?" Olivia asked her.

"Have the body of a nineteen year old, but in reality I'm sixty four. It doesn't sound as impressive as the boys, but it is a miracle. They found me dying of a heroin overdose behind a diner in Chicago back in nineteen sixty nine. If it weren't for them, I'd be dead... well, dead dead." Caroline answered. Samuel cleared his throat before speaking.