There was always something off about the undead. How they seemed to scream out garbled words, pick and choose their victims, find ways around doors and counters. They didn't realize what it was until 3 days after Jake's death.
They had secured the grocery store, ready to raid and clear it out. When there was a pounding at the door.
Jeremy didn't want to turn around, nor did Jenna. They could all feel it when anyone else who was squipped was hurt, happy, sad, anything. They were each other's radar. And they could feel Jake. His half-presence. His tiny blip of reanimated life. Jeremy finally turned around when he heard it.
"Jerrremyyyyyyy," Jake groaned out, in pain.
Jeremy turned and saw him, his boyfriend. The love that was taken from him far too soon. Then he screamed.
There was an entire herd, far back, standing and waiting. Creating a barrier. And there was Jake. Smiling at him.
The undead were intelligent. And Jake remembered Jeremy. Every last bit of him.
And now, here he stood. Reborn.
“Jeremyyyyyyyy, you left me there, Jeremyyyyy,” He groaned out, slowly morphing his frown into a smirk. Foam dribbled out of his maw, a sign he recently turned.
“NO!” Jeremy cried out, picking up an axe. He began to run for Jake, for the door, ready to smash it open. Jenna and Michael had to restrain him, the axe dropping to the floor.
Jake began to lament about how much pain he was in, how much it ached. But there was a cure. Jeremy just had to let him eat his organs.
Jeremy screamed, begged, and sobbed for Jake to stop. To go away. But he never would. Not until he had his lover digested.
