Warning: Prejudice against zOMBIES, Cringey Spicy Moments, Violence

(Previously: Something flies through the air and decks him in the face. The carcass. The zombies all release me and turn to the attacker simultaneously only to get confused as they realize it’s another zombie. The next second the stalker zombie pounces on the leader rolling over and over, clawing and snarling until one of them is pinned. I scramble to my feet only for a zombie to be like, ‘nope,’ and pin my arm behind my back, slamming me onto my stomach. Forcing me to watch the gruesome fight. 'Please win.' I think about my stalker. But at this point it looks like both are going to lose.)

They all watch as the bloody victor gets up slowly from the heavily-wounded, defeated. I can’t see as they approach me but the zombies back away and let me go. I look up and cover my mouth, it’s the stalker, but his eye is hanging out of his- I look away retching. The zombie makes an, ‘are you kidding me?’ snort . Sounding both tired, sad, and annoyed at the same time. He just saved my life, again. The other zombies aren’t so ready to let me go. Suddenly their leader gets up shakily, they have a moment of communication.

The carcass is left for them and I’m dragged back to the van. The driver and guards smirk at me when I get back. “Thought you could escape didn’t you? Every inch of field in this state has zombies, nobody can escape alive by foot.” I don’t say anything, hurt and defeated.

One guard looks at the zombie, “What the hell!” He exclaims and tries to help him but the zombie snarls and starts fixing his eye himself. Then I get slammed against the car, “You’ve got a lot of guts causing damage to our property and walking back like it's nothing!” He snarls and my shoulder pops unhappily.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaim, “I obviously didn’t know there were zombies out there!” A few more seconds of getting my arm wrenched and he lets me go, mostly because the zombie finished popping his eye back in, heard me cry out, and steps forward growling. I actually turn into the zombie a little as I rub my arm, making him put his arms around me protectively. I'm not sure what I’m thinking, subconsciously I know that he’s the only one here who cares about me, even deeper down I fear that I was already making decisions towards my survival. ‘I need him to like me.’

The guards that weren’t wearing masks show obvious disgust and then the driver says, “Alright everyone get in.” The armed men listen and I look at the driver who seems to have some common sense as well, “Are you okay?” He asks me. The zombie looks up quickly then gets distracted by something in the distance.

“I don’t think my body can handle any more today.” I say honestly. “Both of my shoulders are fricked.”

The driver glances at the zombie warily, “Lemme see?” I put my hand out and he smiles a little, “Take off your shirt, it’ll be easier.” I hate that I immediately think the zombie will go rabid on me, seeing me half naked. I worked out only enough that I’d have a better chance getting- well that didn't matter. I wasn’t self conscious about being flabby, but I still might look like a snack to the zombie.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask angling my head to the zombie who was still very invested in the distance.

“You can let me yank your collar down but I’m not gonna promise I’ll be able to see what's wrong well enough.” I sigh and take off my shirt quickly, tensing up and hissing a little as it hurts like hell. The zombie looks back and stiffens but doesn’t move at all. I look away from his predatory-like reaction quickly as the driver makes placating movements to the zombie, gently touching my shoulders as he apparently finds what he was expecting. “Lift your arms as high as you can for me.” He asks. The one that I caught myself with surprises me when I can’t lift it higher than halfway, I wince. “You have a subluxation of the shoulder.” He says and wraps his arm around me, “Breathe out.”

“What?!” I exclaim and he gently guides my humerus back into the socket. I tense up and then right before it pops back in, exclaim as it resists, and he pushes really hard. The zombie has a what-the-frick expression ever since the guard wrapped his arm around me and gets growly. I let out a breath of relief, immediately calming the zombie who comes over to sniff my shoulder.

I turn to the driver as he moves away, “I told you to breathe out,” he chuckles. The zombie snatches my face back to look at him with obvious anger, I snuff my irritation, 'what should I do?' I smile and gently lift my hands to the zombie’s face. His expressions are typically stoic or angry so when his eyes widen a little I assume he’s surprised. I tip my head forward, “Thank you for saving me,” I murmur planning to touch foreheads but he yanks away and takes a few steps back. He’s obviously conflicted, turning one way and then the other, not sure where to go, then brings his hands to his face and smiles briefly before getting angry again. I’m confused, ‘Isn’t this what he wanted? It was hard enough to stay calm with his bloodied eye and hungry expression.’

He walks back standing tall and looking down at me stoically the thought occurs to me that he might have caught on to my, probably obvious, intentions. He shoves me back into the car, ignoring the fact that my shoulder can and would pop out of place again easily if I put any weight on it. I flop on my stomach, half catching myself with my, “good” arm, if you could count it as that with the zombie bite. The zombie crawls in right after me and has no problem clamoring all over me. The door slams and locks. I sigh and start getting up. The zombie bites his nails glaring at nothing. I don’t know what to do to make him happy again. ‘But do I want him snuggling all over me? It’d be better than him biting me.’ I wince and look at my bite wound, ‘crap, this and the gas from earlier is probably more than enough to turn me. Thinking of it, Dilan was shoved in the back of a truck, I wonder where they were going?’

It didn’t take long of me pouting in the corner nursing my wound before he creeps back over and places his head on my left shoulder. I look at him but he doesn’t look up. I sigh and after a long moment of hesitation lay my head on his. He growls softly and I lift my head quickly, then lay it on the window despite it being super bumpy. I watch as everything zooms past, ‘That’s right the real world is out there,’ I think to myself looking down at the zombie as he touches my naked chest, I twitch under his sharp nails but he doesn’t cut me, ‘How is this the real world now?’

I try to put on my shirt but the zombie grabs it. “Come on.” I complain quietly. He just shifts so he can straddle me once again. I frown and glare up at him. He just looks so happy. Again basing his emotions on the minimalistic twitches that weren’t anger or teeth. He makes a soft noise that only I would be able to hear and rubs his cheek against mine. I gasp as he hugs my head burying it into his very worn clothing. I gag and try to pull my head away. It smells exactly like if he’d rolled in that carcass a week ago. Insulted he shoves me against the window, I point to my shirt in his hand. “You can have it.” He tilts his head at me. “Clarification, you need it, you stink.” I say with a slight tremor in my voice. He gets very toothy, for a second looking like he was honestly considering if it’d be better just to eat me.

Then he reaches for his clothing which was probably the same shirt he died in or was changed into a zombie in. I guess it depends, I’m still not sure how the zombies are made. He struggles a little with the seemingly basic movement so I move to help. When my fingers brush his skin he flinches a little glancing down. I realize how this looks, him with his shirt half off and straddling my hips, my hands on his, I flush. He’s about to react when the Driver yells, “What the frick, no!” Swerving the vehicle.

The zombie falls backwards off of me and slips off the seat onto the floor. “What the heck?” the other guard questions the driver. “They were getting it on.” The Driver yells. I tune them out covering my face which is burning way too much and the zombie makes a very angry sounding yowl shutting them up. He struggles to get unstuck and I offer a hand which he stares at and then very carefully accepts. I realized after I pulled him up that he was being careful of my shoulder. It didn’t work but at least he was thinking about it. The Driver swerves again, “Zombie.” He explains, when the zombie stalker goes to snarl but the swerve lands him straight into my arms and I tighten instinctively to not lose my balance. I hide a laugh when he shuts up and tightens his arms around me.

“Here.” I say. I help finish taking off his shirt and then go, “hey!” When he presses his disease-spread skin against mine. ‘He’s surprisingly warm,’ I think. I feel weird rough parts, like he had lines, pulling away which was shockingly easy. I cover my mouth and struggle to comprehend the amount of scars across his torso, the stitches that are still in, and the new cuts from the fight with the zombie leader. The stitches were what was scratching me.

I guess my real concern reaches the zombie because he softens enough to let me touch the scars, “Are you okay?” I whisper, mostly because I don’t want the Driver to hear. He makes amused eyes at me and then I look at the new wounds and feel bad. I lower my head ashamed, “I, I really am grateful to you for saving me.” I whisper. He moves but I hide my face harder, ‘What if he bears his teeth at me for being an idiot and thinking I could get away in the first place?’ He ducks under my face so he can see my expression. Then, catching the last glimpse of remorse before it turns to surprise and a little bit of fear he lunges.

This time I don't evade. The next thing I know I’m shoved down in the foot space with rough and awkward mouth to mouth action. For a second I forget he’s a zombie. ‘His lips feel like a normal humans and his game is well, like a newbies. It was such a weird thought. I remember the way he simped for me while I was at work. Doing anything for my attention/approval. Now he has it?’ Then his breath, the taste of blood, the horrific realization of everything that was in his mouth in the last 24 hours hits me and I try to jerk back. When I realize that I’m pinned and back and forth aren’t an option I try to push him away. He grabs my wrists and presses harder. My heartbeat picks up. ‘No, he has Me.’

I let out a muffled protest but as the zombie pulls back he’s obviously not thinking anymore. The scary eyes are somewhat glazed but hungrier than ever and I’m not sure I want to know what’ll happen if I try to stop him from kissing me. I think, panicing as he moves in again but he’s much gentler this time and thankfully breathing through his nose, he tries to lick, but I turn my head to the side wincing.

Turning my head back, he kisses softer. So much softer. After a moment he turns his head away to pant. Obviously getting worked up. My face is tingling and I’m even…enjoying…it a little. ‘It’s not bad honestly, if I had it my way though-’ A soft moan shocks me out of my thoughts and the zombie loses it, he turns to the seat and bites it. ‘Did that sound…come out of me?!’ I watch in curiosity and horror as the zombie comes down from the zombie-like urge to bite me.

He turns back and I can tell he’s gonna be rough again. He grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me towards him. I struggle until I’m able to get my footing then grabbing him I drag him to the floor, this time I’m on top. I grin and then realize he’s toothy and angry again. He growls at me, fingers curling ready to claw me. I let out a soft laugh and he hesitates, “Let me show you how it’s done.” I say sexily. He grabs my shoulders, stopping me completely. A warning growl comes from his throat. I let go and look down at him, surprised that he’d even see me as a threat, and taking one of his arms, kiss his wrist. He freezes up, relaxing as I work my way down his arm.

With a triumphant grin I pin his arms above his head, quick to kiss his chin which he pressed down instinctively so I couldn’t bite his throat out. He watches and waits before slowly arching his back so I’m on his hips. I try to nose under his chin to his neck but he really doesn’t trust me so, I kiss up his jawbone instead. He opens his mouth turning his head trying to make the next kiss land on his mouth but fails as I make it to his ear. He lets out a soft frustrated growl. I grin wickedly and play with his ear which is in nice quality compared to the rest of him, it flushes with him and he tilts his head a little enjoying it. This is the most expressive his face has ever been.

I whisper, ‘Trust me, please.” Trying to tilt up his chin, he resists lips pressed together as he looks away, but when he glances back and stares at me he gives in. I make a face that causes him to blush and tilt his head up a bit more. I’m very gentle, at first, brushing my lips along the very middle, near his adam's apple, then down one side and up the other. Then I part my lips a little, the car turns and I let go of his wrists to keep my balance, his hands immediately settle on my back. His eyes start closing and he even makes a soft noise when I lick. Which I instantly regret. Dirt, yuck. I quickly wipe my tongue off and keep going before he notices. I’m all worked up now and want to bite him, foggily thinking it might be a bad idea. He digs his nails in my back, growling and moving his hips a little. Panting I plant my mouth on his with a moan. He pulls me in deeper and growls back. My body is hot and I can feel myself moving in a way that was going to lead to something... I slide my hands over the zombie's chest, he twitches and jerks. I slide my hands further south and have to sit up a little to look at the zombies glazed eyes, 'could he give consent?' Then I feel a twinge of pain I can’t ignore.

I arch my back and sit up further. Did his nails cut me? I reach back and then never find out what it is because the tranquilizer dart takes effect. The driver chuckles as he rolls up the window, watching an enraged and very cock-blocked zombie pound on the tempered glass. The guard riding in shotgun puts away the blowgun, rolling his eyes in disgust, “Teenagers now-a-days will bone anything. A zombie? Really?!” The Driver tightens his lips and then corrects, “Well, he’s not technically a zombie.” The guard looks at him in a way that the Driver shrugs and lets it go.