Zosime was so relieved to be saved, she didn't even notice who grabbed her. She didn't notice their green-tinted skin, or the bone showing from their left arm, or their hair, which was half missing. She didn't look up to see her single eye, or to notice her tattered clothes, or the gashes covering her arms. Basically, Zosime didn't realize she was being pulled away somewhere by a zombie. A zombie that she resurrected, might she add.
(ooh second page cool)
She kept running. She hadn't ever gone this fast before, had she? It didn't matter. Once she got out of sight of the zombies she pulled her into an allyway. It felt fimilar and safe to her. Why?
Zosime saw the sidewalk turn black, and that was when she looked up to see the shady alleyway. And the pale green hand resting on her arm. And the bony green arm attached to it. "Shit!" Zosime jumped away, unfortunately into the far side of the alleyway. Turning her head around, she could see a couple garbage cans and a locked fence. She was surrounded.
She jumped when Zosime jumped away. She put her hands up in a surrender position, hoping she wouldn't get shot or hit with something.
“Wait! Calm down!“ She said, her voice deep and gruff. It sounded like she hadn't talked in months, well technically she hadn't. She really didn't want her to leave, seeing that she could understand now.
Calm down. That's what the zombie had said. Zosime paused. "D-don't come near me!" Her body was on high alert but her brain was sending these weird signals. Something like Don't worry. You're safe. She wanted to run, but her leg hurt, and her stomach was doing cartwheels as if it had never stopped falling from the window.
She stayed where she was to try to comfort her but she sat down to show she wasn't going to leave.
"Try not to be so loud. They may be brainless but they still know that yelling means people." She explained, trying to get her to calm down. She did not want to get her away from more zombies.
Zosime watched in horror and awe at the zombie at her feet. She didn't let it show, though. Her face resumed its stony mask. "Don't touch me." Zosime let out a shaky breath. "But get me out of here." What is going on?
”Umm…alright?” She said, suddenly intimidated by her. ”Where do you want to go?” She asked as she stood up. Probably out of the city but that's probably suicide.
(sorry school)
Zosime scoured her mind for ideas. You didn't really think this through, did you?
Shut up.
"Back to my house. I have… things I need to collect." Zosime mentally scolded herself for almost revealing too much of her plan. How do you tell someone- a zombie- that they need to protect you so that you can destroy it and all its kind? Spoiler alert: you don't. Zosime felt that she was going to be doing a lot of lying in the next twenty-four hours.
She nodded. Not much else she could do. What was she going to do? Run away from the person that cause her to be able to understand? What if it went away after she left her? She couldn't do that. If she choose to do anything other than help her, she figured she would either lose her conscience or die.
"Where is that?" She asked as she stood up. She tried to look as non threatening as possible, as to not get her head bashed in. She had seen what had happened to other zombies and it wasn't pretty. It never bothered her before, why did it bother her now?
(@@generic_name?)
(Bump?)
(omigod i am so sorry)
(I literally forgot that this exsisted)
(Its fine! You just kinda dropped off the face of Notebook and I got worried.)
(Do you want to continue this?)