I'd end my days with you

We came into the house and Frank closed the door. “Why did you push me? I could have entered myself.” I said. “Girl, didn’t you see those two zombies out there? Because, I mean, did you really thought I wanted to come inside your house? If it wasn’t for those zombies we would be back in the car right now.” He said. “How could you be so sure about that?” I asked, because even if he would have told me to go back to the car, I would have refused, because I really want to see how my house had changed. “Because I have my little friend with me to convince you.” He said with his normal evil smirk while showing me his gun. “I also have a gun, you know?” I said. “Yes, but you wouldn’t kill me.” He said. “Really? Why do you think that?” I asked. “When I saw you the first time, you looked insecure with your gun to my head. That’s when I guessed that you haven’t killed any human yet, only zombies.” He said. He was right, even if I hated a human very much, I didn’t kill him, I guess that I’m weak. “But, there’s always a first time.” I said. “Sure, but I’m pretty sure that I am not going to be the first person you kill.” He said. “You have put a gun to my head several times, you have put my life in danger and also you are annoying. I have several reasons to kill you.” I said.”Oh, really? Kill me then.” He said staring directly at me. “What?” I asked confused. “You heard me. If you have several reasons to kill me, do it. Here and now.” He said. “It isn’t worth it if you ask for it.” I said trying to avoid doing that. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t feeling like killing him, but maybe in the future I would regret not doing it… “See? That’s just an excuse. You can’t kill me.” He said and started walking around the house.

I went to my room first. It was all dirty with dust and blood. All my CDs were broken on the floor. There wasn’t sign of some of my belongings and my favourites comics were burned, like if someone have used them to light up a fire, I guess someone used my house as a refuge but obviously it didn’t work. I walked out of my room and heard Frank’s footsteps in the living room, the place where I killed the zombie that used to be my boyfriend… I walked towards there and saw Frank looking something on the floor. I walked near him. He was looking at the decomposed body of… Mikey. Fuck. His body was still there. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek, then another one and another, until I began to cry. I shouldn’t have entered here. “What the fuck happens now? It’s just a dead man.” Frank said. “He was my boyfriend.” I said trying to stop crying. “You said it, he WAS your boyfriend, no not. He’s fucking dead so stop crying.” He said like it was nothing important. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Don’t you have feelings?!” I asked angrily. “Not many, I guess.” He said. I punched him and he laughed. “Oh, look, the girl is angry.” He said smirking. That made my anger grow and I kicked him in the balls causing him to change his expression to a painful one while falling onto his knees. “Screw you!” I yelled and went out of the house and started walking towards the car, but suddenly a zombie appeared in front of me, there was no time to pull out my gun so I tried to push it away from me, but it wasn’t very effective. Suddenly, just like the last time I was in a situation like this, I heard a shoot and the zombie fell down. I looked back and saw Frank. He walked towards me. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said.” He said without any expression on his face and then he walked towards the car.

“What he said was very rude, he apologized but if he wouldn’t have saved you from that zombie, I guess you wouldn’t have forgive him, don’t you?” Gerard said. “I don’t know, probably.” I said. “Probably…” He muttered copying me and wrote something on his notebook. I ignored that and continued telling him the story.

I followed Frank to the car. He sat in the passenger seat. I sat and put in the keys. Then I started driving again. The silence was in the air. So I decided to speak. “You said before that you don’t have many feelings, how’s that?” I asked. “I don’t need them.” He answered. “That you think that you don’t need them doesn’t mean that you don’t have.” I said. “Since all of this started, I am not scare of anything, all my family and friends are dead so I don’t love anyone, I’ve killed people as easily you used to throw stones to water when you were little, without feeling any pity. All humans are idiots now, it’s better surviving alone.” He said. “If you think that, then why are you with me?” I asked. “Because you have a car.” He answered. “If you are with me only because of the car, why didn’t you let that zombie kill me and then still the keys from me?” I asked. He thought for a moment. “I guess I’m not very smart.” He said. “You are smart, you just didn’t want to kill me.” I said. He looked at me without expression and stared at me in silence for a couple of seconds. Then he turned his head and looked through the window without saying anything.

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