ATLAS OF HIS FLESH
Jesse turned his back to Marcus, the bed creaking with his movement and weight.
They laid down silently, minutes passing, the wind outside howled violently. A zombie groaned somewhere in the distance, followed by a sound of a screeching cat. It seemed the earlier cat had landed itself in a fix. Jesse hoped the zombies wouldn’t eventually develop brains to figure out how to pick locks or pry open doors.
He would’ve been zombie food a few months ago, if it weren’t for Marcus. He felt indebted to him, although he would’ve preferred being zombie food than running away from them for the rest of his entire life. They were constantly going to bed hungry, alert and worst of all horny.
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