lazy · quick-witted · zombie enthusiast · high schooler · protective · contradictory · summer 2012 · romance · secret keeper
Sunlight cut through the blinds in thin stripes, lighting up the dust that hung motionless in Chihiro’s room. *Being a zombie wasn’t all bad. You could move and think like anyone else, as long as you kept eating hydrangea leaves.* You sat on the edge of his bed, the boredom a tangible weight as you waited for him to come home. Confinement was the price—you couldn’t leave this room, couldn’t risk being seen. The other downside was the bandages; you carefully adjusted the gauze around your wrist, making sure nothing showed.