Hi everybody. This is my first Warm Bodies Fan fiction, and I'm nervous about it, but I think it's a okay start to the story. R is still in the transition of turning to a human so he still has Zombie qualities about him. So, Enjoy.


Chapter 1: Living

Everyone was staring.

I could feel it.

Watching me walk side by side with Julie, pushing the metal trolley through the store as she piled things in.

I knew they were watching the scars in my neck and face, the paleness of my skin, and my still slightly discolored lips.

I was human though, they knew that. My heart was beating and I would slowly become fully like them.

It'd take a while, but it would happen.

An annoying jingle was playing from the speakers and I wished it would just stop.

"R, do you need anything?" Julie turned to me, smiling, ignoring the people whispering to each other.

We stop by a shelf, and I stand awkwardly straight.

"No … I'm good." I can't help staring back at these people. Why can't they look away?

Julie taps me on my arm so I turn to her.

I like looking at her, with her curly blonde hair and blue eyes, they glimmer slightly in this crappy lighting.

"You alright?" She's completely ignoring the people whispering about us.

"I'm .. fine." I stutter slightly, I'm nervous now. I can feel myself locking down.

She kisses me full on, her lips lingering against mine.

The warmth and softness of them gentle against my own. She pulls away, staring at me.

The whispering crowd goes silent, and I can hear their sharp intakes of breath.

Julie, daughter of the General, kissing her zombie/human boyfriend publicly.

If M was here, he would of spat on them, told them all to get lost and mind their own business.


The world had become more civilized, ever since the humans realized that us zombies were slowly changing.

They rebuilt the homes, shops and malls surrounding the stadium so people could move out.

Julie had decided we should get our own house.

She parked in the driveway by the cream colored Victorian building, our home.

"Julie, what's wrong?" She had driven aggressively, holding her foot down on the pedal.

She ignores me, M calls it the 'silent treatment'.

She climbs out the car quickly, slamming the door, dragging the bags out the back seat and storming into the house.

I look down at my feet in the trainers she bought me.

I can't remember the name of the rope wrapped around them.

Wire, Rope, String, Laces.

Laces, that's it.

I smile to myself, I'm glad I can remember that.


I sit at the wooden table in the cooking room, Julie calls it the kitchen. Kitchen's a nice word.

She's throwing things into the cupboards and slams the doors closed.

She doesn't break anything.

It still feels weird sitting here, I'm half dead, half living.

Sitting in the 'Kitchen' of someone who's died, probably at my hands.

"Julie, what's wrong?" I put my hands flat-out on the table.

She stops moving suddenly, her back to me as she breathes heavily.

She's angry, I can still slightly hear her heart beat. I'm still not fully human.

It's rising quickly, beating in her chest.

"You let them stare at you and whisper, like you're not human. But you are, and you don't see it." Julie shakes slightly.

"I'm … not human yet. I'm … still like a corpse." I stutter. The word 'corpse' doesn't hurt anymore. I've been called it enough times to realise it's just a nicer word for a dead, rotten body.

"R. You are more human than any of them in there! They sit and point guns and shout orders like they deserve to live more than you or M. You act like you don't sleep, cry, or bleed. You do now R, and you can't see how human you are." She turns around now, leaning back on the counter.

She's wearing a cream top underneath her red jumper. It's a 'low-cut' apparently.

You can see the top of breast and her cleavage.

I read about that in one of the PlayBoy magazines in the shops.

She crosses her arms, noticing I've been staring at her.

"I'm sorry." I look away from her, down at my hands.

She walks over to me, and I move my hands off the table leaning back in the chair.

She sits down on my legs, facing me.

"I love you, don't forget that." She strokes my face lightly, running her fingers over the scar on my cheek and my eye.

"I .. love you too." I whisper back the words to her. She kisses me quickly and pulls away.

"What's … for dinner?" I try to lighten the mood, smiling at her.

"Well, I was thinking of brains but maybe we could try rice and salmon."

I groan disapprovingly.


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