Bring Me Back To Life (Girl x Girl)

Chapter Seven - I Dont Care Anymore

~~ Hunter's Pov ~~

"Your an actual, brain eating, flesh biting god for real zombie," I say wiping the tears.

I have a crush on a zombie. I admit it. I really like rose, But she's a zombie. I can't like a zombie, it's not right, right?

Rose was just crying. It broke my heart, but I can't show it. Bad enough that I like a girl, never mind a zombie girl.

"How did you get bit?" I asked. I don't see any bite. She shakily revieled her arm. A set of crooked teeth marks came into view on her wrist.

"Me and my boyfriend where running... And something bit my arm..." Yikes.

"Oh.." I don't know what I was saying oh at. That fact she got bit by a zombie, or that she has a boyfriend. More like had, but that probably means she's straight.

Why am I thinking about this in a zombie apocalypse?! Whatever..

I can't take it anymore. She's crying so much it's making me feel terrible. But what if I hug her and she tries to kill me? She wouldn't though, right? I trust her. I really do, and I'm not afraid, just common sense?

"I'm so sorry... You probably hate me right now, and I hate myself. Why can't I just die! I never die. I've been so close so many times, I just want to go. Leave and never look back this life is horrible! This world is horrible.. I can't do it anymore-" That was it. She can not talk like that. Especially not around me.

I hugged her so tight it's a good job she doesn't need to breathe. I started crying again in her shirt.

"Don't you dare start thinking like that!" I weaped. "I don't hate you... I just got a bit scared I am so sorry! Please don't go I've been so alone for so long I need somebody else, I didn't realize it was breaking me until it started to hurt!" I held her tighter.

She then burried her head into the crook of my neck and cried some more. She's just as broken as I am. I start to rub her back, like she did to me the first night.

She clenched onto me tightly, as if it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart in this world so cruel. Her sobbing has calmed down. I think she ran out of water. I reached for a bottle in the mini fridge, and pretty much fed her the water? Is that the right terminology? Well it is now. She gladly drank, and soon started resting.

I gently wiped her tears away, apologising again and again for how stupid I was. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be.." she replied softly. Her voice sounds so angelic and beautiful when she's tired. I began to rub her back again. I don't care about her zombiness or whatever you call it anymore. All I care about is her.

I don't like her. Not at all.

I think I love her.