A/N: Another fic inspired by a song. It seems like that's the only way I get any inspiration…
Anyway, really short. I probably could have done more with it. Zombie POV. Please review if you like it.
Song is 'Hardwire' by Metric, by the way.
Hardwire
"Honestly, that woman scares the bajeezus out of me," Hanna says, closing the door on Mrs. Blaney. He turns and looks around the room. "Man, this place is a dump."
'It's not that bad' I want to say, but I'd definitely be lying. I reach down and pick up a few shirts I suspect may be clean. "Where do you want these?"
Hanna peers at them suspiciously over the top of his glasses. "I guess in the closet. We can wash them tomorrow if they're dirty."
Or I could wash them while Hanna was sleeping. But I would probably do that anyways. I nod and walk over to the closet. The door creaks loudly when I open it.
I reach for some hangars to put the shirts on, but my gaze falls on something else. "Hanna, what's this?"
"What? Oh, that's an old guitar Lamont gave me. I forgot I had that in there."
I pick it up, wiping off some of the dust with my sleeve. "Can you still play?"
"Probably. I haven't tried in a while, but…" I hand him the instrument and he sits down cross legged on the mattress.
Suddenly, the light flickers off, leaving the room in darkness. Hanna swears and crosses the room. I hear drawers open, rustling, and then Hanna is shoving a flashlight and light bulb into my hands.
"Here, you fix the lights, and I'll try to play the guitar." He mumbles once more about the "stupid wiring" of the apartment building before plucking at one of the strings. The sound filters awkwardly through the room, but it is soon joined by more notes, and more, and then the air is filled with the little buggers.
I quirk my lips as I recognize Queen. Gazing through the shadows, I see Hanna smiling down happily at the instrument.
Slowly, I reach up to change the light bulb.