Famous Living Dead (part 14)

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Famous Living Dead (part 14)

Gerard's P.O.V:
Josie noticed I was hovering over her, and stopped growling. She immediately dropped her “meal,” and tried to stand up, she struggled a bit, but she eventually accomplished it. She wasn't as ugly as most zombies. Since the hospital preserve bodies in the morgue, she still looked like a normal human being, except for the fact that her eyes were completely black, and she couldn't speak or understand a word I was saying. “Josie?” Inch by inch, I slowly backed away. I had feelings for JOSIE, not this godforsaken piece of shit controlling her body. Josie let out a low moan, as she stood motionless, a couple meters away from me. I had forgotten how beautiful she looked when the light was at the perfect angle, illuminating her soft skin, and making her smile glow. But this time, Josie wasn't smiling, and her “soft skin” wasn't so soft anymore. Still, she was a beautiful creature, and all my thoughts and feelings of love, automatically came back. I was in love with a zombie.
What I found pretty odd, was that Josie wasn't trying to kill me. Most zombies will do ANYTHING to get their victim infected. They will spit, sneeze, and sometimes, puke, on their victim to get them infected. Once the victim is infected, there's nothing he or she can do, but suffer the extreme pain of converting and getting eaten by a zombie. But Josie wasn't most zombies, and when she was alive, Josie wasn't like most people. She was different. And that's why I fell in love with her.
“Josie are you in there?” I slowly asked, hoping, just hoping, that she would respond, like she used to. I looked at her face, God, how I missed her face. How I missed holding Josie in my arms, caressing her hair, kissing her forehead, and telling her that everything was going to be all right. I missed how it felt to be in love, the feeling of love, the hopes of love, the happiness of love. I missed talking to Josie, and hearing her sweet voice, and fantasizing about our life together as husband and wife, with our own house, and kids. God, did I want to go back to those days. Whatever happened to the good days, when I was a young, stupid teenager, making poor decisions without thinking, and hoping that everything would turn out to be okay in the end. But I know that I will never be able to go back to “those days.” Those days of glory, love, excitement, that are now gone. Forever. It's never coming back, and I will NEVER feel the same way again.
I could end it all now. With a little bite. And everything will be back to normal. I could end it all now. With a little bite. And live with my beautiful bride. I could end it all now. With a little bite. And be... happy.