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"Don't be…" I sigh, kissing him back. "It's not your fault I have a mental disorder."
(you two)
I take his hand, standing up. "Thank you…"
"Zack…" I trail off, apologetically looking down. "I-I'm sorry…"
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"…what?" I mutter
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"…!" I huff, looking up.
I tense up, and grab Garrett, glaring at him. "I swear, child, you'll be next…" I growl
"A devil? What the hell are you talking about?" I growl, glaring into his eyes
"Don't be a coward… if I kill you now, it wouldn't be as fun…" I laugh, peering at him
"Hmm…?" I muse, trailing the knife down his throat. "I don't like it when promises are broken…"
"…I'm c-calm, Zack…" I laugh shortly, tightening my grip on his shirt, and pulling out my knife
"Nothing… I'm just f-fine…" I grin darkly, pinning him against the wall
"Hardly…" I giggle, grabbing his shirt collar
"…n-no…" I mutter, clenching my hands
I blink, seeing blood splattered on the wall. "…"
I let him take me, dodging other zombies
Iggy. Durr.
"Y-yeah…" I trail off, glancing at the zombie's head