Love Bites ~ Craig of the Dead au ~ Tricia x Karen fan fiction [COMPLETE]

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"Oh my god.." Firkle's hands go to their mouth.

"That's awful." Henrietta puts an arm around their shoulder.

After checking the rest of the library, we found it empty, aside from the child's corpse.
It brought a new, sadder atmosphere to the place.

"We should do something for it," I say, "something nice... like a burial."

"Really?" Henrietta shakes her head and sighs, "this kid has been dead for a long time. I mean, that fucking cockroach family seems pretty at home in its eye socket."

Karen cringes.

"So? This was once a living, breathing child!" I point out, "and this world got so fucked up that it shot itself!"

Firkle crouches in front of the corpse and pokes its cheek. The skin squelches and their finger breaks through, sliding deep. When Firkle extract their finger, the disgusting and slightly crusty skin leaves a sticky looking substance on their hand.

Karen throws up.

"Hey! That was four inches away from me!" Henrietta complains.

"Sorry..." Karen weakly wipes the vomit from her mouth with her sleeve, "can I get out of here? I'm feeling kinda woozy."

"Of course, babe," I take her hand, "let's go find you somewhere to sit down."

I lead her out of the room and to a slightly mouldy seat beside an equally mouldy trash can, just in case she needs to throw up again.

Legs shaking, she sits on the bench and leans forward, with her forearms resting on her knees. She throws up again.

"Why don't you try aiming for the trash can next time instead of right next to my shoes?" I suggest, trying not to sound annoyed, "just so that I don't stink of puke."

"I'm really sorry, Trish, but seeing that kid has really upset my stomach. I don't think I'll be able to go back in there."

She sounds weak. Weak is not good when you've got two impatient young adults with you who would like to leave as soon as possible.

After shuffling around the vomit, I sit beside her and wrap my arms around her body. She rests her head on me and sighs contently.

"You're shaking," I point out, "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine. It's probably just shock."

"Are you sure? If you aren't feeling good then we might need to find you some medica-"

Karen grabs my shoulders and holds me at arm's length.

"I'm fine, sweetie, I promise," she assures me, "why don't you go bury that kid? I'll stay here and try to sleep."

Knowing she won't take no for an answer, I quickly kiss her forehead and head off to the room with the body, where Firkle and Henrietta are still debating what we should do with it. Firkle stops talking when I enter the room.

"How is she?" Henrietta asks, talking a lot quieter than she was earlier.

"She says she's fine. Karen's a lot tougher than she looks so I'm sure we'll be good to go tomorrow."

"She'd better be ready. We heard talking from outside earlier," She tells me, "I think we've got company."

"Oh great. Things are going so well for us," I mutter, "are they from your group?"

"I don't think so. We only heard one voice but they sounded british. There's nobody like that at our place except for Gregory but it definitely isn't him."