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it.”
     
“No thanks.”
     
Tyran cleared his throat. “Ladies, we need to get going.”
    Stella and I nodded and rowed the boat back to land. Tyran
helped us reach the dirt and held onto our hands as we walked back
to my home. Stells was doe-eyed and staring at Tyran the entire
time. I, on the other hand, stared because I was afraid of what he
may do. Once we reached my tree house, I climbed the ladder and
made it in. As I searched for a case to carry clean clothes and food
in, I heard a scream.
    Looking over the ledge, I saw a zombie biting into Stells
neck. She kicked and thrashed, but it ripped chunks of her skin out.
Tyran slammed his fist into its jaw then leapt in my house with me.
I wanted to scream at him to help her, but I knew it was too late.
Stella’s yells were ear-shattering. Pulling out my pistol, I shot her
between the eyes to end her suffering. My own shut as the stiff
moved down to her stomach and shredded her guts open like a
child would a Christmas present.
    I leaned back on the floor and put my hands over my ears.
Cold palms over mine. I knew Tyran didn’t want me to hear it. A
tear rolled down my cheek as I bit my lip, praying it would be over
soon.
CHAPTER 6
    Kisses were being pressed to my neck. I felt a warm tongue
trail the line of my spine. Barely opening my eyes, I saw dim light
meaning the sun, hiding behind the smog, was going down. A
nipping on the back of neck. Leaning into it, I knew it was Tyran
trying to get in my pants, or drinkmy blood. I couldn’t let him.
Pushing him away, I turned to look at him.
“My Kat, what’s wrong?”
     
I sighed.
     
“Still don’t trust me?”
    Running a hand through my hair, I answered,
“I don’t know
what to think. I just met Stells and already thought she was cool.
Stupid, maybe. But she had a light about her. Now that’s gone. I
should have jumped down and saved her. I could have“
    “You could have done nothing. That stiff came out of left
field. Even if we could have pulled it off of her, she was bitten.
The venom was coursing through her veins. We would have had to
kill her anyway.”
    “But to be eaten
is the worst way to go. I never want that. I
would rather take my own life or let you drink from me. I won’t be
devoured like a piece of ham.”
    Tyran pulled me into his arms and wound his fingers in my
hair. He inhaled, breathing in the scent of my body. I shuddered at
the thought of how dirty I was. It has been weeks since I had
properly taken a bath.
    My tears were coming fast and hard as I relaxed against his
shoulder. Ididn’t know much about Stella, but she was always
smiling. There was spunk to her. She was somebody I felt like I
could come to care about. I was alone. For two and a half years I
wandered Norwalk, hoping to run in to another life. Then the one I
had I was given moments with before she was taken away.
    Tyran gazed into my eyes, cupping my cheeks so I could
only focus on him. “I’ll be right back. Please don’t leave me. I
must get something for you.”
    I nodded and he leapt down from the house and onto the
ground. Peering out the small window to the side, I saw Tyran run
in the house nearby. Within minutes he was out carrying a box.
With a smooth jump, he was back with me. I walked over to where
he laid it down and checked it out.
“What is that?” I asked.
    He pul
led out some bottles. “Paint.” Next was some chair
legs nailed so they were shaped likea cross. “Tombstone.” And
last was a can of diced potatoes and soda. “Dinner.”
    I sat on the futon and began eating the food. Watching
closely, Tyran began painting “Stells. Lost but never forgotten.”
Looking away, it was too much for me to take in. He hopped back
down to where she had been killed and jammed the wood into the
ground. Setting my can to the side, I looked down and saw him
making the sign of the cross. Tyran climbed back up and gazed at
me like I had snot on my face.
“What?” I