He's Dead,And Also Looks That Way.

"Okay uh..." I look at him trying to figure out a name for him."I guess you can't tell me what's your name,right?" He only grunts in response and makes some more noises like he was trying to form a word.
"Okay okay,we'll figure this out later,okay?" He makes another noise." But for now,let's head inside,I'm freezing out here." I carefully took his wrist and lead him inside,as fast as he could go.
He walked funny,his legs trembled a little at every heavy step he made,kind of like a little baby learning to walk. I need to stop comparing him with a kid,he obviously not. Kids are full of life and energy...and well,he's not alive,so yeah I should stop.

I close the door behind me and look back at him,as he stares around him curiously. He eyes land on Jack [that I will positively keep on my ceiling now.] and stares at it for a bunch of minutes,making soft zombie noises. I take the opportunity to clear the path that leads to the couch,just to make sure he won't trip,I really don't want blood smeared the floor...or having him dislock a leg or something.
"Hey,hey." I poke at his arm and he looks at me."come here and sit." I point at the couch.
He looks at me then the couch,and back at me and grunts.
"Please?" I say,maybe if I was polite.
Strangely that worked. Cool,at least this zombie have manners. He slowly moved to the couch,stared some more at it and sit just to look back at me as he starts drooling saliva and blood from the open side of his face. Ew.
"Okay first,I'm gonna get you cleaned,I have enough misterious sticky liquids on the floor to get Brendon to clean." I pause." No you know,he's gonna clean it anyway,wait here." I quickly ran to the bathroom to get some cleaning stuff and something to disinfect his face. He may be dead but I don't want more skin to fall off his face. That may not work but still gonna try.
I can back with the things,put them on the couch next to him.
I observed him for a moment,maybe he had other wounds? No,his clothes were [almost] clean and nothing aside from part of his jeans were ripped. I decided that I would take his shirt of anyway,his blood and saliva were slidding down his neck down to his chest so I bet I gotta clean that too.
"Okay sweetie,wait,can I call you that?" He didn't answer,he just looked at me and blinked."I'll take that as a yes,I gotta take your clothes off,okay?" Still nothing. Okay then.
I slowly took his jacket off,which has a bit of dirt on it and I hadn't noticed,and obvious blood. I glanced at him for any reaction,but still nothing,he just kept staring at me as I did my thing.
Then came his shirt. I didn't fucking know how to take it off. I tried to ask him.

"Can you lift your arms,please?" I said as I mimed what I said. He blinked a couple of time before slowing raising his arms up. God,he's such a kid.
I took off his shirt and looked at the wounds he had,because fuck,those couldn't be good.
He have various burn scars all over his chest,some of his skin was gone,over his left side,I could see flesh and the white of some bones underneath the vibrant red meat. It wasn't bleeding as much as it should. I looked down at his arms and saw what could be cigarettes burns [i'm never smoking again] and crisscrossed cuts.
Strangely,everything seemed rather fresh,like it was made yesterday. Maybe it's true,maybe I could still get him healed. The fuck am I thinking? Get a zombie healed? I don't think so.
No you know what,I don't give a shit,I wanna do it anyway.
I made him turn around slightly and what i saw on his back was rather...demonic.
They literally burned some kind of pattern on his back,it was red,raw,and bleeding. A big circle with inscriptions outside and inside of it,there are other small circles inside,with other inscription and designs over them.
I bet that was some kind of fucked up ritual and the guy got involved or something. Maybe that was what kept him...well,undead.
"That must had hurt,right buddy?" I looked at him sadly and patted his hair as he made a noise similar to a frightened dog." I wonder what must have really happened." I patted one last time his head and started cleaning him with a damp cloth.
I washed every wound carefully as I noticed a flinch and a growl he made when I cleaned his face,I didn't want to get bitten. I don't want to die now,I'm only twenty four.
His back took me most time as i had to stop everytime he growled loudly,scaring me.
I finished cleaning all the blood away from his body and proceed to really clean the wounds [aka disinfect them] with a lot of cotton balls and disinfectant.
I know,I'm disinfecting a dead body,but what if it get infected and smells bad? He may start to rot but whatever,as long as he don't stink.
This process scared the living shit out of me. He growled,moaned and made a lot of really threatening noises,and fuck,in movies it is really not this scary.
This took me probably an hour and thirty minutes or maybe more. The worst hour and thirty minutes of my life.
Then I bandage him and he looked like a fucking mummy,I couldn't help the giggles from coming out.
"Okay mummy boy,will it bother you to stay in de basement?" He grunts." No,not like locked,you can go out and all,but like,that will be your room." He makes what I think is a happy zombie noise."Cool then."
I'm having a conversation with a zombie. That's it,my life is a spiral of nonsense completed by Brendon.
"You'll see it's awesome,maybe you want a bed?" He moans something that I clearly don't understand."wait,but does zombies sleep?" He makes another noise."I thought so." I don't know what he said but I guess that's a no."I'll put you a bed anyways to make you comfy."

I'm probably going nuts,but who fucking cares."wanna see it? It's not big but you'll have enough room." He makes another noise with what I think is an attempt to nod. He throw his upper half body back and forth. It's fucking ridiculous.
"okay,come here."
I give him my hand and he get's up,walking by my side until we get to stairs of my basement.
"Can zombies step down stairs?" I look at him. He stares at them and then look at me.
"They don't, right?" He huffs then look back at them and tries.
"You did it!" I cheer at him as he continues to go down slowly."your doing it right!". There are only seven steps,but goes relatively slow. At least he doing it.
When we reached down stairs I opened the door to an rather empty room [ I had stocked some empty boxes in there]
"What do you think mummy boy?" He looks around and starts walking around the moment I turn the lights on. "It's dirty but I can clean." Yep,I was willing to clean a room for a dead guy covered in a bandage.
I was serious when I said I wanted to keep,I'll do it right.

"Frankie!" Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit ooooh shit,Brendon,I haven't heard him come. Well it's brendon I kind of gave him a dopey of my key,why the fuck did I did that?
"Okay okay,mummy boy you gotta stay here,I'm sorry I'm sorry,stay quite please,okay?i'm sorry." I said as I walked backwards as he eyed me curiously and I closed the door and crossed my fingers hoping he understood me.

God,what the fuck was even my life?

Notes

Hell-oh everyone! Today I felt AWFUL depression hit me hard today and I had a breakdown going back home in my mom's car. This week looks bad,I can see it coming. But hey here I am with this chapter,I tried to make it as good as I could.

Tell me me what you think about this chapter,I'm not happy with it but I think It's good anyway.

see ya guys!

xoxox