Zoysite - Hehe, I do hope I can keep the real ending a surprises because Marco simply being a smart zombie isn't the happy ending yet!

Marco is practically a toddler right now indeed hahahah has lots to learn!

Smaller chapter, just to give an update of what happened. Next chapters is already finished, don't think I'll be able to wait a whole week before posting those so... once this chapter has gone around for some to read, I'll update again soon.

Wiping sweat of his brow he locked the metal gates of the apartment. He had a successful run, having a lot of luck due to other people's misfortune.

On his way to the next city over, he found two bag packs not far from each other. The first one covered in blood already telling him the faith of the owner, but had he had any doubt, the corpse he found around the corner wearing a matching one told the tale even more clearly of what happened. Maybe this person was lucky to just die and not become a zombie….

He had checked both bags and while not filled to the brim, they seemed to have been on a food run too since there was a fair amount of cans and some bottles in both of them.

He was able to divide the items between his one bag and one of the others. He carried on his back and the other in his arms, empty bag pack also squeezed to his chest. It was always good to have.

Even though he paced himself on the way back. He was exhausted. The bags were heavy, cans and bottles weighing a lot. If Marco was her they could have shared the amount. Marco would even have carried 3/4th of the weight instead of 50/50…

He sniffed a little at the thought of the blond. He missed him. He still had him somehow, waiting upstairs, but it wasn't the same. He missed their interactions, talking together, laughing together, just .. everything.

No, no, he couldn't cry. He had to get over it! He took a few solid breaths before starting the journey up the stairs. Atleast with this amount, if he rationed he may even make it to another 3 months inside, he just had to be lucky to catch enough water from rain to drink and he would be good. He really hoped Marco could venture out by the time he needed to go out.

Speaking of Marco… by the time he reached their floor he already heard banging. And the closer he got to their place it was clearly from inside and a form of screaming growls coming from inside, yet bot right behind the door.

"Good thing he doesn't know how to open doors" he whispered to himself as he let himself in. Indeed not seeing the blond in the apartment, instead finding the sounds coming from behind the bedroom door.

"I'm back Marco, don't worry!" he called our as he put the bags away. The growling stopped for a solid second before it picked up and the hits on the door became twice as hard.

Ace hurried to the door, he didn't need it to break! There wasn't really any handyman he could call to fix it if it did!

Quickly he unlocked it and opened it, the second he did he was thrown to the ground. Breath squeezed out of him as growling was in his ear.

"H-hi M-marco" he choked out under the weight and grip. The blond wasn't biting him, so he was still okay-ish, but he was squeezing him pretty hard in his arms. It was difficult to teach the blond how to control his muscle strength and he doubted he would fully succeed at it.

"i-im okay- i pr-omise" he wheezed out, lightly couching as the grip around him increased. "I'm sorry, Marco." he spoke sincerely, patting the cold back as the blond stayed laying on top of him. "We'll work on your movement... and then we can go out together. How about that huh? Would you like that?"

"..."

He sighed, maybe at some point he could learn Marco to react to questions... just a grunt or something, it would be fun to atleast make it seem like they had a conversation.

"Can I get up, Mar? I promise I'll stay..."

No movement.

"I'm tired from the run out, I want to nap. We can nap together, let's go to the bedroom to sleep-"

Grrrrrrr

Oh a reaction, but not a good one... He really hoped he didn't fuck up and now made the zombie refuse to sleep anymore, thinking he'll disappear while the other is fake sleeping. While Marco reacted to the word sleep, he also probable wouldn't want to go in the bedroom right now either... but he really was tired from the running and carrying the heavy bags...

He put his arms on Marco's shoulders, trying to push at him, but ofcourse the zombie held on, not even noticing or simply not caring that he was being pushed again. Alright, he's not getting the blond off of him.

Then, what about...

"Urgh!" he grunted out as he pushed at Marco's shoulder again, but only one side, trying to roll them over. "C'mon- c'mon!"

It took quiet a bit of effort, but eventually he was able to switch their positions. Breaths coming out in pants as he now laid on top, he didn't like Marco being cold, but it was soothing on his cheek with his little work out.

"If we can't go in bed, and you're not letting go... I'm going to use you as my bed, Mar." He spoke softly as his head rested on Marco's chest. He moved a little to get comfy, grabbing Marco's shirt to cuddle a bit and closed his eyes, "-'night Mar." he whispered as he let himself drift off to sleep for a well deserved rest.

So yea, nothing happened, Marco couldn't go save Ace even if something happened because... the zombie can't open doors yet haha!

Also! If someone knows some good courses to learn digital drawing, PLEASE TELL ME! God! I've been wanting to draw so many scenes in this story, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh I caaaaaannn'tttt and I can't afford to keep commissioning art, so I gotte learn it myself!