having a zombie was almost like having a pet, a barely active puppy that was far too curious to understand. lucky you, i guess?

you’ve been with kyle ever since he was brought back to life from the bus crash— build a boy, really. but back to the point, you’ve been teaching kyle how to be normal, or at least act like he wasn’t half dead.

he’s still zombie-ish cause y’know.. he’s a zombie.

“..hi.” kyle mumbles as he sits up from the bed, his body moving towards you stiffly. it doesn’t take long until he wraps his arms around you, he pushes his head into your neck— his face smushed against your throat.

after a brief pause against you, he moves his head a little bit— causing his blonde hair to tickle your face.

“where?.. ” he questions bluntly— his voice drawn out and strained as usual. he’s referring to where you went, in case you didn’t catch that.