It had now been six days on the dot. I stared at my watch, looked up at his face, sighed and looked back down. Nothing. I could still hear his breathing, but that was all. It was beyond depressing, just to realize, that a zombie and I had created the cure, this amazing thing. Helped so many, even the other "cured zombies" had helped us take down the other skeletons. That was more than enough proof for most of the people, they didn't join us in the city yet, and they were content with that. But the issue was that we all waited for R. What happened when R woke up, (if he woke up) could quite possibly be the deciding factor of what would happen next with the cure. Everyone waited, and I watched.
Now it had been more than six days, really? Can zombies sleep that long? Zombies aren't even supposed to be able to sleep. I brought my head up to look at him again, his face was so calm and peaceful and looked perfect. The scars from the past, however long as a walking corpse had done a number on him. But otherwise he looked perfect, and anyone who hadn't known he was dead would have never even thought he was anything more than ordinary. I knew, and it made it that much harder to stare at his closed eyes. As his eyes began to furrow and I heard a slight change in his breathing I jumped in the hopes that he might finally be awake, but he must have been having a nightmare because after a moment he relaxed and went right back to how he's been for days.
"Urgg, R, c'mon now this is terrible. You just decide one day to change a girl's life, cure the world and then take an extended nap? Really Zombie boy?" I sighed at the annoyance of the situation and figured it was time to get a bite. I couldn't remember the last thing I had eaten but my stomach could remember it had been a while. I made my way home to get some bread and jam. No matter how long our little sanctuary was up and we found more living members, we somehow could never figure out how to make a good loaf of bread, the jam helped a bit.
I finished off my quick snack and ran back towards the hospital. There must have been something going on because the men were making their way towards the south entrance. I knew it wasn't anything to important, otherwise the numbers would be greater and the alarm would sound, but nonetheless, we seemed to have taken every threat seriously. I made my wall into his small curtained abode looking down as I made my way back to my usual spot right next to his cot. I brought my head back up just to see his eyes focused on my face.
He was still lying there but his eyes were opened and bright. Were his eyes this bright of a color the last time I saw them? He just stared, focusing on my face, and looked around the room, looked at everything. What was he trying to find? Why wasn't he saying anything? Clearly with eyes like that he was far from dead, so why wouldn't he talk to me? I jumped to my feet, and got closer to him. "Are, are you alright?" I said sounding like a distressed little kid. He just kept staring, and then it happened. The eyebrows furrowed, his glare got more confused, and he did that thing I absolutely hate. He shrugged.
So like I said, I'm pretty new to this stuff, and I basically had a story in my head and felt like writing, the chapters have been pretty short and chances are it'll be a pretty short story but hopefully you guys like it and I would love some reviews. Thanks :)