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Lazarus slowly pushed open the door to Neena's room and tip-toed inside. His pyjamas were stained red and blood still trickled from where Hope had bitten him. It had hurt, at first, but then it had gone away. Now he wanted to help Hope.

Neena looked so peaceful as she slept. He stood at her bedside, looking at her. He smiled softly. She had been so kind to him. She had saved him twice. She had been like a mother to him when he didn't have one.

He stared at the chalk white flesh of her neck. It looked so yummy. He had never thought of Neena as being yummy before, but he did now. He licked his lips and clutched at the teddy bear.

She looked so yummy. He leaned in forward as she stretched in bed, exposing her neck. He exposed his teeth in return and sunk them into her.

She was so yummy.

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Lazarus Rising

Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood staining the yellow of her outfit, the sickening aroma of it burning on her taste buds. She stopped on her way out to retch it all up, sick to her stomach at the thought of what she’d done. But she had to get there. She had to—-

Light footsteps followed her down the hallway, and even though she recognized them without even looking, she prayed with all the power she had still left that it wasn’t who she thought it was. When she felt a short tug at her cloak, however, her fears were confirmed. She pivoted on her feet and looked down at Lazarus, wearing his footie PJs and carrying a teddy bear in his left hand. She took a deep breath, and then held it for as long as she could as she knelt down beside him.

“Hey Lazarus. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

I couldn’t sleep. Of course he couldn’t. Between Emma’s screams and the change in atmosphere, surely, he had noticed something was off. She ran a hand past his cheek. And his jaw. And the throbbing vein in his neck. Oh god, have mercy.

Fingers suddenly clamped around the boy’s hand tightly, yanking him along with her towards her place of destination.

“You have to help me, Lazarus. I don’t know how to fix it.”

And they disappeared into the night. Nothing but the infected messiah, the kid and total darkness as teeth dug into flesh and Hope Summers killed the last bit of repulsion she had for the entire situation.

She knew what she was doing it for.

It would be worth it in the end.

…Right?

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Lazarus walked slowly down the hallway, following the mysterious figure that had walked past him when he had opened the door of his room. He wore the light blue pyjamas that Neena had picked out for him before he had gone to bed. But he had lay awake in bed, staring around at the dark room, clutching the teddy bear that Neena had bought for him.

He followed the figure that felt oh so familiar to him, yet strange. Different. Off, somehow, but he had no idea why. The figure wore some kind of a cloak and as he got closer, he reached out a small hand and gave a short tug on it.

The figure turned and his face light up when he saw Hope. He hadn't seen her in so long. He had missed her. He was going to hug her when he noticed she was covered in red stuff. It looked like runny jell-o to him.

When she asked him why he wasn't in bed he replied, "I couldn't sleep."

She felt strange. Not like she used to. She had always felt safe to him. Kind and caring. But not now. Now she felt all dark and scary. And it frightened him. He didn't cry out when her hand grabbed his wrist, but he did jump slightly.

This wasn't the Hope he knew.

She dragged him off into the night and he kept asking her what was wrong and what she was doing.

Tears fell from his face when her teeth slid into the flesh of his neck. He wanted to cry out for Neena, but he couldn't. He couldn't even talk to her in his head like he had before. She wasn't coming for him. She couldn't save him this time.

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