starter for @deamadvocatus
Nobody believed him when he posted about her on the forums. The zombie girl who worked in a morgue. He never gave out the location or any personal information of hers, not since that family was killed. Did he want to get rid of zombies? Yes. Did he want to be caught for a crime and risk life in prison if the stories were debunked? Definitely not. Obviously, with no detailed information the internet community was quick to brush him off. In any case, he knew that if anybody was a zombie, it was her. He’d been following her closely for a while now, and he’d noticed her closeness to a friend, Peyton C. He didn’t know her surname, but he’d traced her social media to her Linkedin. He’d have to follow her if he hoped extracting any information about her friend.
He’d waited all morning in the coffee shop, dressed in a white shirt and a pair of jeans (simple, but different to his usual cargos and plaids). Suddenly, he thought her saw her at the counter ordering, jumped up and as the barista handed the beverage, he slipped, making it fall all over the floor. He’d been planning this all morning. “I am so sorry,” he blurted out, almost unconvincingly, although the stain on his shirt did annoy him, “I’m such a klutz, let me order you another drink.”
