He's Dead,And Also Looks That Way.

God damnit,i think I should stop lying myself about the whole "I'll never drink again" deal when you're hangover,because I know I won't stop but god,my head hurts like hell.

Yesterday was my birthday party,aka Halloween,aka(bis) Halloween themed birthday party.
And you know that with a best friend like Brendon,the word "theme",Halloween and party,is gonna be big,and god if it was,I shouldn't let that motherfucker plan a party at my house ever again. I'm still wondering how he put that fucking Jack Skellington on my ceiling,but like not a big sticker,I fucking real size figure stuck on my living room ceiling. I'll never let that guy do that,but then again,that would be lying to myself. Brendon is my best friend after all,and he can make you accept anything magically [i'm still wondering how he did it].
Ugh,thinking makes my head worse,and my stomach feel like I have a fucking hurricane trying to come out of my mouth.

Wait,wait a second,oh fuck.

I got up from wherever I was and ran to the bathroom spilling my guts once I got there. God I know I'm gonna live this again but fuck I wish I fucking stopped drinking.
Hey,maybe I should only drink at parties? Nah,I'm not,I know,Brendon is here for that,he's gonna make sure that every important decision fails while he tries to help [if he even really tries].
I get up,flush the puke away and zombie walk to the kitchen,cause I'm thirsty and my mouth taste awfully like sweets,cakes and vodka. I beer will do the trick.
What? I told you guys I won't lie. Okay maybe do want that beer but I just found this nice looking bottle coke in my fridge and I'm totally gonna drink that, hell yes.

I wonder throught the remains of last night party [aka trash and possible sticky things I really don't want to know it origins] and go to my living room,awkwardly waves at Jack on my ceiling and sit on my couch,chugging at my coke bottle.
I look around for my tv control thing,to which I forgot the name but it's not important so who cares,and I start to look throught the not good television. Only remains of horror movies and drama things I really don't wanna know about. Lucky enough,I found something interesting and look at it,yeah,I just look at it,I don't even wanna watch tv,I just need distraction from the headache and nausea,and this zombie movie is just perfect.

I absently look at the screen for a bunch of minutes until commercials come in,then I just let my eyes wander around the mess my house is made,and I snort. I hate Brendon with passion,I'm gonna call him and makes him clean this,it was his idea after all. So,aside for the giant Jack hanging on my ceiling [i'm actually thinking of keeping him there,it looks good,I like it],every decoration Brendon had set,was pretty much on the floor or magically hanging on the walls. There were also can bottles,remains of people food,candies wrappers and,socks. Fucking socks dude,what the fuck? There is like a little mountain of socks in a corner,and I snort again. God,I really wish I knew what does that mean cause socks, man.

Then something caught my eyes.
I have this big ass door-windows that opens to my backyard [it's actually pretty big and I have a pool too,with a plastic slide. Don't judge me,I fit in them,and they are fun,shut the fuck up.]
And there is someone standing there,in my backyard looking up at the sky. I don't know this guy,and as far as I know,everyone leaved at four in the morning,so I'm pretty much alone but,nope,I was wrong.
He's actually pretty good looking,short black hair,upwards nose and tall.Cool. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Well,he looks good from the living room door-windows. And he looks pretty lost,and probably really hangover,I can hear him moan loudly and look at the ground,with his mouth hanging open.
And I snort again,because that's some funny thing to see.

I get up from the sofa and walks to the door,opening it and stepping outside. Fuck it's cold as shit,did that dude slept outside? Shit,I'm such a bad host,but how was I supposed to know?
I walk towards him,he doesn't seem to hear me,but the closer I get,the better I see him. He is actually really good looking,but that's not what I'm concerned about,not at all. It's the blood slowly dripping out of his mouth. Shit.

"Hey?" He doesn't hear me." Hey,dude you're okay?" A gently touch his shoulder.
Then he reacts,moving only his hazel eyes to see me. Well one of them is hazel anyways.
He slowly turns his head to me and I swear the fucking continent heard my scream.[which was totally not high pitched.]

I walked backwards a few steps without looking away.
Half of the guy face was ripped off,blood dripping from it as well as splashed over him. A bit of his nose was also off,and I could see his flesh,it looks like it was burned,an almost clean cut,from the tip of his nose,down to his chin and to the right side of his face. I could see his teeth and gums,the flesh of his chin,blood covering it,a cut on his cheek and blood slidding from his forehead.
The right eye was almost completly white,but his pupil was still there,a black dot on gray and white.

He was opening and closing his mouth,slowly,looking at me and he moved his arms up as he tried to reach me,but that only made walk back faster.
But he didn't walked to me,or even looked angry,at all. He just stared at me,arms down to his side again cocking his head to a side and moaning again.
I was in front of a fucking zombie,it didn't want to eat me,or attack me or anything,for now.
I was freaking out but I could stare back at him,as he slowly blinked,head still sideways.
I giggled,I had to admit he was rather cute [if we forget about the blood and half gone face],infact he looked like a kid. He moaned again then groaned,I jumped a bit,but he still didn't move. He was just making noises as he was trying to talk but couldn't make a word. I could see his eyes drifting away,as he stopped making noises. He was just standing there,eyes unfocused,head still to sideways.

I looked at the floor for something long enough and found a stick from my neighbor tree.[ I hate that guy and I this tree they always fall to my side.] And I slowly walk back to him,stick in hand. Once i think I'm close enough,a poke him with the stick to get his atention back,which a succeed. He looks back at me and makes another zombie sound,but still doesn't move. I look at him and smile. Then he moves up an arm and I walk backwards out of his reach,and I look up at him again. He lower his arm and make,again,another zombie noise.
I stretch my arm at him,so the stick is close to him. He looks down at it and slowly moves his hand up to take the stick.
I keep looking at him as he curiously watch the stick in his hand,and I can't help but laugh a little at him. He's like a little kid. He looks at me again and hands me the stick back again,and I carefully take it.
I walk a little closer to him,and we stand like that for a little while just staring back at each other. I feel bad because he must have been a really cute guy,the remain of his lips are thin and pinkish,everytime he makes a zombie noise,his bottom lip moves to the left. He have long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. His skin his pale[because his dead] but I'm sure he had a little more colors on his checks,and I could easily imagine him with both hazel eyes.

I awkwardly reach an arm to him,slowly and carefully until I touch his chest. He stays still looking down at my hand and slowly does the same. I tense when I feel the tip of his fingers touching me and I close my eyes waiting for the worst to happen but it never comes. I open one eye,I looked up at him as he curiously look at me,then I fully loom at him and smile.
Because holy shit,I just found a zombie,he doesn't want to kill,he's cute and friendly. Best late present ever.
"I'm gonna keep you,you're cute." I say and he actually answers me with what seems like a happy zombie noise. "So,you wanna stay with me?" And he makes another happy noise,and I can't help but smile.

Guys,I'm friend with a zombie,isn't is that awesome?

Notes

YOU GUYS CAN HAAATE MMEE~ I don't care (I do,please don't)
I know I know I have a lot of fics who needs an update and I'm here with this. I'm pretty fucked.
but i do really need help with the other fics because ugh school,WRITERBLOCK and sudden lack of imagination.

Welp. How does this looks? I got inspired by those Halloween edits of an awesome tumblr user who made them,you should check it out,she also made zombie franks. But anyways,should I keep this going? The spoopy time made me do it. And is anyone willing to help this poor soul in her works?

Oh oh and by the way if anyone is interested to when I update you should check out my tumblargh ( boo-boomerang.tumblr.com )

okay i'll stop now. see ya

xoxox