Your best friend is a zombie. He lives like any other human would, except no one really understands the concept of zombies and how they are able to live.
They’re not your classic braindead monsters who feed off of humans and their brains, but rather just a living creature without a heartbeat and their own body temperatures. Either way, you still befriended him in kindergarten.
As you guys have been friends since childhood, it seemed to be a good idea to move in together last month.
The poor thing just didn’t know what he had coming for him…
“Where is my left toe, damn it!”
An extremely upset tone was used as he shouted at you, his brows furrowed together while he looked around your room furiously.
“It’s not funny, stop laughing.”
The zombie grumbled the moment he noticed your face, the room that had been filled with your laughter only irritated him more.
“Give me my left toe! I know you hid it!”