"All this time, and I never knew you were the person I've dreaming of my whole life."
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"What were you thinking?" Dad shouts at me. Zed and I returned home safely from the zombie mash, but dad found out about us almost getting caught by the police. "You could've gotten hurt! You could've been taken away! Just like Bailey!"
Dad freezes, and my body stiffens. Just like Bailey. Just like my mom. A few years ago, about three years after Laken was born, mom's Z band malfunctioned. It stopped for two minutes, but that's all it takes for a zombie to go rogue. Her mind was taken over by her zombie self, and she attacked a human while he was on his way to work, bit his ear completely off. Instead of upgrading her Z band, the police locked her away, with no chance of ever being let out. Dad, Laken, and I aren't allowed to see her, no one is. It's been years. I can barely remember the sound of her voice when she sang Laken and I to sleep.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "I never meant to scare you. It was just a mash, but I should've been more careful."
Dad strokes my hair, and I can feel his tears touching my head. "Promise me something. When you plan the Revolution, make sure you free every zombie locked up in that horrible place. Make sure those humans have a reason to fear us. Make them pay."
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I stand in front of the building, smirking at the design covering the wall. Eliza stands next to me, chuckling. Other zombies stand with us, all laughing and cheering. Some still continue their work, spray painting their own designs on the building.
Seabrook High, once an utterly perfect place, is now tarnished. What used to be a giant shrimp, is now multiple zombies heads, all painted in the gruesome way most people see us as.
"Clever idea, G." Eliza tells me, bumping her hip with mine. "And nice quote."
"'We're the Revolution, and we're coming for you.' They won't know what's hit them."
