"All this time, and I never knew you were the person I've dreaming of my whole life."
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The moon shines brightly in the sky, an odd contrast with the high wind blowing around us. The noise level is loud, loud enough to wake everyone in Zombieland. But we don't care. We never do. It's another Revolution rally. Something we have every week.
To make them quiet, I grab my metal bat, banging it against the broken stop sign. The chattering quiets immediately. I step onto an old and battered car. "It's been two weeks since we began going to that human school, and what has changed? Nothing." I begin. The crowd nods in agreement. "We are still confined in a dingy basement, separated from the humans. For those of you who thought things would change, you were greatly mistaken." My eyes land on Zed, who stands towards the back. I'm not even sure why he comes. He hates the idea of a Revolution. Shaking my head, I rip my gaze away from him. "Things will never change. At least, not on their own. So, that's why, we're moving forward with the Revolution."
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The rally has just ended, zombies slowly returning home. Picking up my bat, I wave bye to Eliza as she leaves. Someone taps me on the shoulder. It doesn't take much to know who it is. "If you're here to say the Revolution is stupid, than leave." I tell him.
Zed sighs, grabbing my arm and turning me to face him. "That's not why I'm here." I motion for him to continue. "What's wrong with us?" My eyebrows furrow. "We finally admitted how we felt, and all of a sudden you're ignoring me. Why?"
It's my turn to sigh. "Zed, I'm not good at this." I confess. "When you caught Addison the other day, I saw the way she looked at you. She likes you, Zed. And I've seen the way you care for her. You're always talking about her. I tried so hard to deny it, but I can't anymore." My eyes become watery, and I quickly force the tears away. I will not be weak. I am not weak. "It was stupid of me to think we would ever become something."
Zed frantically grabs my hand. "No, Greer, it wasn't stupid. We can become something."
"No." I shake my head. "We can't. I don't want to love someone who doesn't love me." I pull my hand away, pushing past him to return home.
"Greer!" Zed calls, but he doesn't run after me. "It's not true! I-I love you!"
