Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Eight]

"Ummm... Hi?" I say, crouched down underneath a few wool coats.
"They're gone." The boy says and offers me his hand, I take it, reluctantly.
"Thanks for ummm..." I motion with my hand to the door. The chains jingle around my wrists.
"Not a problem." He says with a smile. "The name's Gunther, but my friends call me X." He says.
"Your friends call you X?" I ask.
"No, not really." He says. "I don't really have any friends."
"Really? Why not?" I ask him with genuine interest.
"I dunno, I don't really fit in, I guess..." He stays quiet.
"Oh, my name's Jessica." I offer him my hand again to shake. He does and looks at the chains.
"What's up with the chains?" He asks.
"Well, the school nurse got sick, right? So she wasn't there, oh, but then that Zombie outbreak happened and they were testing every one's blood..." He cuts me off.
"What high school do you go to?"
"Pompey High, why?" I ask. We're still standing in the doorway, but thankfully the door is closed.
"I go there too. I don't think I've ever seen you though." He says.
"I don't have too many friends either. And now I don't have any."
"Why not?"
"Well, because after they took my blood -- well actually I passed out, so I'm not sure if they took my blood or not. But because I was eating meat my blood was still flowing, so I guess they thought I was still human or something."
"Wait a minute." He says. "Are you a Zombie?"
"Yeah." I say. "Wait, didn't you know that when I smashed through your window-doors? Sorry about that by the way." I frown.
"It's okay, my dad had been talking about getting rid of those anyway. And no, I didn't I just saw a cute girl being chased by a bunch of guys in armored suits." He says.
"Awww, you think I'm cute?" I can't help but smile.
"...Yeah." He looks at the floor and kicks his foot.
"Well, I think you're cute too." I say, he looks me in the eyes as if I'm lying or something. "But anyways. I meet the new school nurse and she wants to start doing all these tests on me, so we can both figure out stuff about me being a zombie and stuff." His eyes transfixed on me. "But she turned out out be a total cunt bag. She called Zombie Police on me."
"Damn..." He says, looking at my chains. "So um...are you, uh...into kinky stuff?" I laugh.
"I don't know." I say still laughing. "But I'm up to try anything."
"Okay, well let's see if we can't get those chains off of your wrists then." He starts to walk down the hallway, I follow. "I mean as hot as that is; a zombie complete with wrist chains and working personality, it might bring a little too much attention to you." He turns to me as he walks. "I'm assuming you want to try and pass as human."
"I do." I say.
"Well, other than the chains and bullet holes, I'd say you're pretty convincing."
"Thank you." I say as he opens a door. We enter a garage.
"I read a book once, the zombies in it regenerated dead tissue and their wounds healed, and they eventually became human again, all by eating human flesh. Is that the same sort of thing for you?" He asked me.
"I'm not sure, I'm new at all of this." I admit.
"How long have you been a zombie?" He asks as he looks around the garage for something to break my chains with.
"Ummm, about a week." I tell him.
"How did you die?" He asks.
"...I hung myself." I admit reluctantly.
"That sucks, I'm sorry. I've thought about killing myself before. I would if I had the balls enough to do it, you know?"
Oh, believe me, I know all about wanting to kill yourself, X.
"But then I transcended my depression, and almost became numb to it." He said, he turned around holding a pair of hedge clippers.
"I don't think that will cut through these." I say.
"You're probably right." He says and throws them down. "So, does your family know you're a zombie?"
"No." And then the thought hits me, that bitch Sam could tell my dad I'm a zombie and then I could get kicked out and snatched up by Zombie Police and destroyed. "I don't think so." I say.
"Well, if you ever want to, you can stay here -- with me." Now he's holding a hammer.
"I'm not sure if that'll work either." I say.
"Okay, then." He say and tosses it to the floor. "Let's go get something that will, for sure cut through them."

-Sir Jestro