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Morph moved from the doorway, accidentally kicking the ball that had been dropped when she first entered. She briefly considered taking it, but decided she had no use for it. She had just found a suitable chair when the boy spoke again.
Morph gave a small shrug. âDonât know. I didnât stick around long enough to find out.â Had she ran away from nothing? Surely it wasnât that. She did hear something and she did get an unsettling feeling right afterwards. She should have glanced back at she took off, though. This mystery was her mistake.
His acrobatics took Morph by surprise, causing her to jump in her seat. After recovering from the small shock, Morph grinned. âOh really? Experience and everything?! Well, it just so happens I might be in need of a protector. And you seem like the perfect boy for the job.â She giggled before introducing herself. âIâm Morph.â
When Peter glanced over at the girl, she looked shocked. He relaxed his stance. He wasnât sure if she was being sarcastic or not, Peter sometimes lost the nuance of otherâs words these days. He narrowed his eyes at her momentarily and twisted his lips, pursing them, trying to understand. He dropped the expression quickly. âAnd everything,â he emphasized, flashing her a grin. He walked slowly over to her, not sure how she would react, but he wasnât a scary guy, he wasnât trying to be anywayâhe was fun.
âIâm Peter,â he said. He wasnât sure if she actually would shake his hand or not, but he stuck his hand out at her. Most humans didnât want to come into close proximity of zombies, let alone touch them. And from what his still human friends have said, itâs not even a very pleasant experience. They say itâs cold. He doesnât remember what cold feels like. He hasnât felt anything in ages.













