It was just on the edge of his senses. A soft touch, the lingering warmth of a soft bed, an image. A face. He reached out. He craved to feel her again, to hold her in his arms.
Her skin glowed with the gentle morning light streaming in through the window, soft shadows cascading over soft features, a halo of light forming through downy brown hair.
He could see a tired smile creep onto her blurry face as her hand reached up to touch his cheek.
He couldn't feel her fingertips.
Her brows pinched together in concern, a question rising from her mouth, a garbled sound replacing her voice. Desperate to respond, his vocal cords strained but the words were lodged tight in his throat. Her breath hitched with a flutter of her chest, a delicate hand rising to her mouth as the wispy trail of a tear slipped from her eye.
He brought a shaking hand to her face, thumb rising to wipe at the trail. He stopped as he felt the moisture on his digit.
Just as quickly as he felt it, it was gone in an instant. Replaced by blood-shot vision and the destruction in the street, the soft glow of the bedroom in his fever daze torn apart by a sound that made his eardrums vibrate. Another noisy survivor.
On impulse, his rock like fingers dug into the equally as hard cement of the street, tugging a chunk out of the ground and hoisting it to his side. A deep growl erupted from his chest as he prepared to hurl the piece in his hands when the survivor suddenly whipped their head in his direction.
He caught the tiniest glimpse of wispy tears and downy brown hair.
He dropped the mound in his hands.
Startled by his presence, the survivor scrambled up the side of the closest building and disappeared from his view.
His hands were shaking.
A/n: Hope you enjoyed! I might add more chapters to this particular piece, but I haven't decided yet. Stay tuned for more sentient-zombie stories!