Boyfriend of the Dead

How to fix a broken arm

       Argh! My pants are soaked. I need to change them before my leg rots! The boy thought, looking at his jeans. There should be several stores nearby... He thought, walking toward department stores. As he was walking, he saw some abnormal zombies. One hand her face smashed down the center and the other had his head partially gone. What the- he thought as a little zombie girl bumped into him. She was crying. "(Don't cry! Let me see your arm. Does it hurt?)" The boy asked the young zombie. "(No.)" She sobbed, "(But it looks awful!)" She cried. The boy took her hand. "(Come!)" He said. "(Where are we going?)" The young girl asked. "(You'll see.)" The boy replied, leading her into a crafts store. "(Which color do you like?)" The boy asked, holding up multiple colors. "(Red!)" The zombie said. "(Can you tell me what happened?)" The boy asked. "(I was on the street, then an alarm goes off, so I went to take a look. And then there was this human person with a lot of clothes. Her smell made me really hungry, I tried to eat her.)" The zombie said. "Don't touch my clothes with your dirty hands!" The girl had yelled, slapping the little zombie. "(But then she looked really angry and hit me really hard! Then she started to kill everyone.)" The little zombie said. "(Oh! That's not cool. Does she look like this?)" The boy asked, making a face. The young zombie laughed. "(Then someone helped me escape and locked the door. The human person started to hit everybody inside... I hope that lady is alright...)" The little zombie finished. What a monster! The boy thought. "(Here you go!)" He said, finishing up on sewing the young girl's arm back together. "(Wow! Thank you!)" She said, hugging the boy. Clap clap. Clapping came from the three girls watching. "(That's really cute!)" One said. "(Thanks.)" The boy replied. That 'lady' probably has some connection to her before they turned into zombies. Do zombies still have some memories left in them? The boy wondered, giving the girl a cool arm brofist. Ringg.~ "(The alarm... Is there a burglar?)" A zombie asked, looking towards the store. "(Hey! It's not good to steal-.)" The zombie said, getting hit with one of the monitors. "(Stop the human thug!)" The other two zombies said, going for the girl. "(Let's eat her and teach her some manners-.)" They stopped, getting thwacked with a mannequin. Thud! Another zombie approached and checked out the scene. It was a massacre of zombies in that store. "(Welp...)" He said, stopping dead in his tracks.

To be continued...