He's Dead,And Also Looks That Way.

Life with the living dead wasn't half as bad as most people expect it to be.
Okay no,it's kind of bad,not too much. Okay maybe not awful. Very horrible. What were you expecting? A week end in Bahamas? Cause let me tell you it isn't. I wish.
Since they arrived,privacy is the last thing you have. I had enough with Brendon,who would randomly show up in my room like the place was his. Of course I could lock the door,but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have to face him afterwards. He kinda live here anyways.
But with a ghost,no door can stop it.
He just randomly show up out of nowhere,whenever he wants,scaring the crap out of me. The guy has no respect for intimacy.
I could be changing myself and he just appears next to me. Or taking a shower [both of these had happen in a matter of a week,multiple times] and he just doesn't care. But I do,I don't want to get caught jacking off in the shower by a fucking ghost. [That also happens. But it was one time!I swear] or in my room too [i am expecting that one to happen].
Maybe it did,I have no fucking idea,cause ghosts can go invisible,he could have been watching and I'll have no idea.
How would I know? They don't breath [if they want,but why would they if they don't need it?] he could be anywhere.
One time I woke in the middle of the night and he was just sitting on my bed watching me sleep. It's really fucking creepy.
Now that we are with the sleeping thing. I barely get any sleep at night.
As you may know by maybe movies or shows,zombies are more of nocturnal kind of creatures,they are more active at night than daytime. Which I can confirm. The zombie living in my basement does way more noise at night. He is really fucking loud,I did a test once,we can hear him from the backyard. I wonder what my neighbors think of me now,it's embarrassing.
Sometimes I hear him pounding against the door of the basement,and I must admit,the first night that was fucking terrifying,I thought he was going full zombie and was trying to break free and eat me.
And he drools everywhere,I know it's not his fault but it's disgusting. Sometimes he just stands in a corner and drool and leave a big puddle of sticky saliva on the floor. And it's smelly,it's horrible. I had to start brushing his teeth because it's just a putrid smell and I hate it.
I have to buy meat. Lots of fucking meat because he is never full. And I find it disgusting too because he makes this horribly disturbing noise while he eats and he leaves the blood and shit everywhere and I have to clean that afterwards. I also have to clean him because as Gerard explained a few days ago,his body is still "alive",it basically still function as a or al human body so guess who takes uses the bathroom too? Yeah,you got it right. I had to show him how to do it with Brendon's help [he didn't help at all,he just kept laughing at us and that pissed Gerard] and he now knows [since yesterday] how to go to the bathroom by himself [yes,it took us a week!he acts like a big baby].
So yeah,I thought it would be easy peasy to live with two monsters but no it's not. But aside of that it's not that bad. I learned a lot during that week and I got to befriend Gerard. He was rude the first few days living with me,but the awkwardness passed and he is actually a really cool guy. I wish I knew him before,he's the kind of guy I could see myself with,but he's dead and that's not going to happen.
He uses me to test whatever ghostly power he have [which is really fucking annoying] and my house as his playground.
He and Brendon grew rather close [i which it never happened] and waste most of the time gossiping like teenage girls p. By now I'm sure they both know more about each other than me and Gerard do. And he probably knows my entire life by now.
Gee [the zombie] is still healing,the wounds are actually looking better and he is becoming more conscious...? Let's say more aware of his surroundings and he seems to try to communicate more,which I'm always up to because it's just really cute and funny to see. He controls himself more and he is more observant. Like a kid. He's a nice zombie and I got used to his face rather quickly. Sometimes he does things Gerard would probably do,and that's when I remember a part of Gerard is still in him and they are basically the same person.
Brendon still freaks out a bit about him,but he is slowly getting more comfortable about it. What annoys him more is the lack of sleep he gets because of his nocturnal activities [same as me],but he just tries to stay away most of the time.

The basement is coming along nicely and everything in it is Gerard's choice. I had to paint the walls and then cover them in posters [ I asked why paint them and then put posters and he just bitched about how ugly the bricks are],a large bed [first thing we bought] with superhero themed sheets,a circular red carpet,a bedside table with a little night lamp. I know he is going to make me buy even more stuff but this is enough for the first week.
He have a box in a corner full of clothing because Gee can't stay with the same clothes for ever [and neither does Gerard by the way he told me. Which ended being true] and I know that I'll be buying a closet in no time because Gerard just follows me around everytime I go out.

So basically,the first week could have been worse,I'm not complaining.

Notes

Short short chapter,sorryyyyyyy. Anyway from now on I'll take any ideas if anyone wants anything to happen,and I'm also going to correct the other chapters. Because the quantity of typos and horrible grammar is just horrible (if anyone wants to help I'll be more than thankful)


i'm about the ideas tho.

anyway! See ya!!!

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