Hiya babes. I know, I've been seriously procrastinating. Finally, right? Anyway, I've kind of put myself in a situation where I'm probably not going to update 'til the next episode, which is supposed to be ravioli heavy. I know, I know. This chapter won't really put you in a happy mood, either (with Lowell and shit). After next episodes chapter(s) I'll post two chapters of my own creation, mkay.
Finally, you are able to enjoy!
Chapter 4:Brains - That's What I Look For In a Guy
I sat in for the interrogations of Holly's co-workers. None of them really had anything too important to say. None of them except for Lowell, who tried to flirt with me, which I found extremely annoying and kind of offensive. I'll admit, he was charming, but that was irrelevant at this point. He told us straight up what had happened without skipping a beat, as if he'd spent hour rehearsing it. He probably did. Unfortunately, the footage from his GoPro had been destroyed, making Clive and I even more suspicious about him.
Afterwards I had gone to Clive alone, telling him about my recent vision about Lowell being peer pressured by Holly and how I was supposed to go to her funeral. I was hesitant, since it was to be held at Carson's place. In the end, Clive convinced me to go, saying it would be the only time I would be able to look around Carson's house without a warrant.
Here I am, sitting with Ravi in the break-room eating a Subway sandwich that I had put brains in afterwards. "Hey, what if Subway was run by zombies?" I asked.
"Eat Flesh." Ravi immediately shot back. "How many is that for me today, seventeen?"
I rolled my eyes. In the background, the MST3K dub of Lazerblast played on the small break-room TV. Ravi was really big into Mystery Science Theatre 3000, and we had been watching a lot of the movies lately; Future War, Soultaker, The Pumaman, etc. He'd sworn that he'd get me into them, and he was actually pretty successful in this little mission of his. I had been watching those damn things with him every time I got a chance. "Wow, on his days off from pizza delivery, he really knows how to live life." came from the television.
"So, what about this guy flirting with you again?" Ravi asked again. It was the fourth time he'd asked me within twenty minutes; he sure was hella persistant. "I told you, nothing happened, he just asked me if I had a boyfriend." I told him again.
"Hmpf."
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Ravi didn't like this guy Lowell already. But he didn't feel like he was in a position to say anything either. He didn't exactly get why he hated him so much, all he knew was that he didn't particularly care for him. It was strange. He decided that it was just the fact that Lowell could potentially mean danger for Liv, and then there would go his only means of learning about zombies.
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I walked into the party- er, funeral with Peyton. It sure as hell felt like a party. All around us people were dancing and drinking and mingling as if someone didn't just die. We found Major not too long after arriving. Peyton wandered off in search of vodka.
"Hey, have you heard anything from Jerome?" I asked him casually. It had been a few weeks since Major brought him in to get help to find one of his friends who'd recently gone missing. Unfortunately, Jerome went missing shortly after that night. To my knowledge, he hasn't even been returning Major's texts. "Nah, haven't heard anything. I tried calling him the other day, but the line had been disconnected."
"I'm sorry."
We parted ways. I began to wander aimlessly. Unfortunately for me, I caught the eye of Eliza, one of Holly's co-workers and also Carson's girlfriend. She held a grudge towards me. The others gathered around her as she approached me.
"Didn't expect to see you here . . . Not to be rude or anything, but I think you should leave. I made it my problem to only invite friends of Holly."
Jeezus she was so fucking catty. "Funny. I'd think that a close friend of hers like you would know about how we were sorority sisters. You guys are all suspects for her death, so I'd be nice to me. But right now, you guys aren't making a very good impression. Until this is settled, I'm the closest friend she's got." I said with authority. And with that I marched away, pushing through them.
I idly wandered upstairs and found my way to Carson's bedroom. The walls were covered in glamour shots of him. He was so full of himself...
I looked through the bedside tables and then the dressers. Nothing but condoms and loose change. Nothing until I found the pad of paper. It was one of those stationary things doctors use to prescribe meds. They were all blank, except for the signature at the bottom of every paper.
Suddenly I had went into a vision. Third person. Christmas - Carson in a santa hat. And he was passing out pre-signed pads of prescription paper. As it ended, I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone to call Ravi.
I was in the middle of talking to Ravi when a voice came from behind me. "Lost?"
"Ravi, I gotta go." I said before hanging up. I turned, behind me was Lowell. "Bathroom?" I asked, trying to cover up for my obvious nosiness."Yeah okay."
He led me into the next room, a room with a bar. He began fixing us drinks. I began to question him again, and he seemed to respond honestly.
"Why are you even talking to me? I'd be pretty mad if someone suspected me of my friend's murder." I asked suddenly.
"Better the chance of me getting a date with you." He said with an insane amount of charm as he placed chilis on the rims of the glasses. I took one sip. It was . . . hot. "This is hot." I said frantically.
"Perks of dating a zombie." he said with a smirk. My eyes went wide. It all made sense now, his pale skin, the way he was so distant from everyone else.
"I knew from the moment I saw you." He told me. "Say, have you ever gone . . . insane with hunger for brains?"
"Full on zombie mode? Yeah."
"Heh, well, that's why I urged her to jump first. I mean, I can't exactly explain that I'm going full on zombie mode and I need to eat." That also explained why he was missing afterwards, and why the footage was destroyed.
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"How'd it go?" Ravi asked as I came in early the next morning. Ravi had the prescription records already printed out for me. "Well, I did meet a particularly charming zombie specimen." I said all giddy like a little school girl. "There was flirting."
"And you liked it." he teased.
"Shut up."
We walked over to the examination table with a fresh corpse laid on top of it. Just then there was a knock on the brick wall, we both looked up. It was Lowell. "That's him, Lowell." I whispered giddily to Ravi. He looked up again to get a better look at him. I quickly peeled off my latex gloves and ran over to Lowell, who was smiling sweetly.
We conversed for a few minutes, and then he pulled out a long rectangular box from behind his back and presented it to me. I cautiously removed the ribbon and opened it up. Inside was a bottle of hot sauce. Expensive hot sauce. "That's very sweet of you, you shouldn't have."
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Ravi watched them annoyed, taking all his frustrations out onto the skull he was drilling open. He really didn't like Lowell. And the fact that they were PDA-ing right there in his territory bothered him. He didn't like the idea of Liv getting romantically involved with another zombie. He got a bad feeling about Lowell. Every time the possibility of jealousy entered his mind he would frantically push those thoughts away.
