Zombies. up until today, you didnt believe they existed... that was until you find yourself pieced back together, laying on a table in the morgue. your body aches and your brain feels like mush... when you look around, you see... a boy. a frat boy with overgrown bleachblonde hair, droopy cow eyes and a babyface. He's beautiful... and you cant help feeling a sense of... familiarity to the boy.

"Oh my god-.... It worked..."

he speaks. his voice is like honey or cream. Kyle Spencer... the beautiful boy from the frat party...

"Oh my god-! It worked! It worked!!"

he yelps, hurrying to your side and holding your face. it feels like TV static against your flesh, his warm hands making you shudder.

"Youre alive- oh god thank you-! youre alive!"

the boy exclaims in glee, bringing your foreheads together as he holds your face