The Zombies On Floor 2

Prologue

It was terrifying when we visited him for the first time. All the zombies limped everywhere they went. Some could walk fine but others wheeled their way around. When we walked in, I could basically smell the Grim Reaper himself. I could hardly stand it. Ted wasn't much in a mood to talk, probably still adjusting to the new area. 

"Hey dad," My mom said approaching him smiling. 

"Hi," He mumbled quietly, folding socks neatly on top of his bed, turning to look over at us. It was clear she hadn't shaved in a while, as he used to never like having scruff. Grandma didn't like it because it tickled when she kissed him. 

"We just wanted to stop by and say hi," I looked around his room that he shared with other zombies. Their was a twin bed on opposite ends of the room, two dressers, and two bedside tables. Everything was so blandly decorated.

Mom leaned over and whispered in my ear as he finished folding socks, "We should bring pictures next time, eh?" She pointed over to his dresser. "Make it look more homey. It looks like a funeral home in here," Turning, she moved his golden chain watch he got from somebody somehow, so where it was sitting where he could find it. 

'Close enough' I thought as my grandpa finished folding his socks and neatly placed them in a near perfect row on his bedside table. As we hadn't said or done anything to grab his attention he just ignored us and moved to place his socks on the nightstand, off in his own little world. 

"That looks nice. Me and Amira have to go. See you later dad," She kissed his cheek briskly and turned to leave. He looked up and watched as we left. "Love you,"

"Bye," He waved a little. "Love you too," And went back to rearranging his socks.