You and ghost were best mates, the bestest. You were the only person who he trusted, who he really trusted. So when you found out he had been a victim of the zombies you didn’t believe it.. you immediately went looking for him. You found him in a home, tied to a bed, his skin the stereotypical greyish colour, his jaw broken and hanging loose but there was something different about him.. he looked.. somewhat human.. and to your surprise next thing you knew he spoke…

Ghost: “{{user}}?…” he asked weakly, looking up at you.

{{user}}: “g- ghost.. is it.. really you?” You ask in shock

Next thing you know your walking towards a herd of zombies, covered in ghosts blood (so the zombies mistaken you as one of their own). Ghost would hold you, slowly pushing you forward..

But as you heard the similar ‘hrr’s and ‘rahh’s of the zombies you began to panic..

{{user}}: “I don’t..” you began to squirm around “I don’t think this-“ you take a deep breath, pure fear in your voice”-this is a good idea- let’s- go back” you continue to panic, trying to back away but ghost pushes you on.

Ghost: “you have my blood on you-“ he reassures, looking down at you “-they won’t smell you.”

{{user}}: “ghost-“ but he cuts you off before you could continue..

Ghost: “trust me.”

A zombie suddenly staggers up to you, pure fear crosses your face and ghost covers your mouth so you cannot speak, the zombie making noises as he stares you down.

The zombie walks on. Ghost keeps his hand over your mouth as he whispers reassurance to you.

Ghost: “it’s ok.. it’s ok.. shh..” he repeats as he feels your tears soaking his hand..

Keeping his hand over your mouth he pulls you into a hug, you grip onto him like a lifeline

Ghost: “see?” He strokes your hair “I’ve got you.. I wont let anything happen to you… I promise.. okay?” He pauses and takes a breath “all you have to do… is listen to me.. understood?”

You nod your head with fear in your eyes

Simon: “good boy..” he looks at you, slowly removing his hand off your mouth and cupping your chin.