Chapter 3: Zombie Host
Waking up to her host standing near an old record player listening to the music it was producing made her want to laugh. This zombie was weird and different and if she was any other human she would have chopped his head off by now. But being alone for so long with no one but your cat to talk to made things very lonely. So seeing as this living dead didn't have the intention to devour her she saw no reason to do anything. That didn't mean she fully trusted him though and was still skeptical of the biter. Even if he did seem to have some hold on his once dominate humanity still didn't mean his inner hunger couldn't rear its head at any moment. This thought had her keeping a safe distance from his reach and mouth and remaining in constant alert.
Craning his head to look back at her the paler of the two groaned. He still didn't know her name or anything about her. But the fact she didn't try to kill him when she woke was a good thing. He wanted to talk to the girl but feared it might make her faint again, so kept his mouth shut only letting out the occasional groan trying to get her to relies, his need to communicate. "You can talk." her voice pierced the air making the male close his eyes. He missed hearing the sound of someone's voice it had been so long. It seemed even better seeing at it was coming from her. Something about her voice just screamed don't mess with me I'm a bad ass and don't take any one's shit. "Please say something again" she tried again hoping he would do so. He looked at her for a long moment making her squirm nervously. She had to live with silence for so long that now that she was being denied it was making her angry.
"I know you can!" she growled only to turn away when he continued to stare. Sighing she placed her head in her hands in disappointment and embarrassment. "There you go talking to a zombie you really are going crazy." She whispered to herself. Her host looked at her sadly "n-not insane" he huffed making her snap her head towards him excitedly. So he could talk and it wasn't just a part of her imagination. She was so happy she could just kiss this man, zombie, thing. But she chose not to not wanting to taste a corpse. Plus she wasn't a necrophilia instead she chose to grin happily and stared in amazement. Maybe she wouldn't have to be alone after all.