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Chapter 8: Cameron

Chapter 8: Cameron

    So the corpse was not a corpse... and was in fact, alive? The ex-corpse was also an idiot. But the fact that the ex-corpse was alive was troubling, because he has clear priorities, Cam knew for a fact that the ex-corpse was in fact dead when he landed broken on the floor in front of him. That simple truth narrowed things down a bit. The possible three things that the ex-corpse is:

1) A zombie
2) A vampire
3) A plant

The only thing on the list of possibilities that would be affected by Cam's power is in fact a plant. Cam- rationally- didn't think the ex-corpse was a plant, especially since he was meaty and breathing, which further narrowed things down to a vampire, as a zombie isn't properly meaty, nor does he breathe. So a vampire that was currently taking a fucking nap on Cam's shoulder.

"Dear lord, what have i gotten myself into?" Cam said under his breath,

"This better not end up like twilight. I refuse to be the Bella in this situation; I also refuse to throw myself off a cliff to get his attention." cam muttered to himself.

"When he wakes up maybe I'll tell him he fell for me." he mused.

Cam chose to disregard the fact that they were in fact in a life or death situation, and instead chose to look to the future, a future where he had a mighty-fine excuse to talk to this attractive-idiot-vampire-firefighter, who died, came back to life and then passed out, and who was currently being carried out of a fucking fire by none other than Cam himself. Cam navigated the twists and turns of the fiery building thanking his parents for forcing him to memorize the damn blueprint before they set the building on fire. Granted, Cam was still very much panicking, he was just conditioned to behave well in stressful situations, like this one.

"Thank god for criminal parents!" cam thought while stepping over the flaming threshold, to the much cooler outside world.

-Halle