Zombie Apocalypse 2: Electric Boogaloo

Scout: *notices he looks a bit..... unnatural. She looks skeptical* I've never met you before in my life, so if you'll excuse me- *she begins turning to walk away*

"N-no! Pu-please don't le-leave."
He holds his arm out uselessly.

Scout: *looks back, slightly bothered* What's up with you? Are you infected or something?

"Suh-sort of..."
He pulls part of his shirt near his neck down a bit to the stab wound.
"I'm a... Z-zombie... D-drake sta-stabbed me bef-fore I..."
He looks nervously at the ground.

Scout: *her jaw drops, she stares in disbelief, not even reaching for something to defend herself* You're a WHAT? Drake did that!? *her eyes get wide* B-before you what? *her hand moves towards her blade*

"I-I a-ate h-him... I-I'm s-sorry! I... I co-couldn't s-stop i-it. N-not e-enough brain po-power t-to th-think."
He backs away, not wanting to get stabbed.

Scout: *stares in disbelief, she seems frozen in place. She stays silent for a long time before speaking quietly* H-how are you speaking... Zombies can't talk... You have to be lying...

"I wa-was al-always a b-bit m-more in-intelligent. I p-picked u-up h-human ge-gestures a-and s-some t-terms. W-when I a-ate D-drake's brain I g-gained h-his me-memories a-and t-thoughts. H-his l-last me-memory I sa-saw w-was y-you."

Scout: *actually feels quite sad that Drake got eaten, she doesn't show it much though. She shakes her head* How is this possible... *her dark gray eyes seem to shimmer slightly*

"H-he w-was t-too C-com-compassionate. H-he th-thought I w-was s-sick..."

Scout: *looks at the ground, her face void of emotion* Well he was right, wasn't he.... Why haven't you attacked me yet...

"I... I co-couldn't e-even i-if I wa-wanted t-to..."

Scout: *slowly looks up* What are you talking about... Why?

"H-he li-liked y-you t-too m-much f-for m-me t-to e-even th-think o-of it..."

((Well that should make her feel just great   ))

Scout: *is getting a bit angry* Well he was stupid! And this doesn't make any sense! *she shakes her head* You,re a zombie you have to want my brains or whatever....

"I-I c-can't."
He looks frustrated. As if he imagine that this would be much easier in his head.

Scout: *looks disgusted, mostly at herself for abandoning Drake to have his brains be eaten, but it appears like she is disgusted by TeslaZombie#2* And what do you expect me to do....

"I... D-don't Kn-know. I-I... J-just th-thought I ne-needed t-to t-tell y-you..."

Missy: *goes over to the truck and steps over drake... She motions to some of the supplies*

Scout: *  * Well, thank you for the lovely news. So what exactly are you going to do, Paul Revere?

"I-I gu-guess I-i'll le-leave y-you al-alone f-forever n-now..."
He frowns and slowly turns to start shuffling away.

Scout: *looks away* So nothing changes then... I'm always alone

He gets moderately far away when Marshall speeds by on his bike, knocking him on the ground.
Marshall: "Sorry about that, but I must be going, cure isn't going to make itself."

"C-cure?"

Marshall: "Why yes my stuttering friend! I am making a cure for necrosis and zombification itself!"

"C-can I ha-have it?"

Marshall: "Well... It's not done really. Though I am more than happy to give you some to fix up your friend or whatever later."

"I wa-want t-to b-be f-fixed."

Marshall: "... You seem fine to me."

"P-please. I-I w-want t-to b-be no-normal."

Marshall: "Listen, I'll look for a cure for stuttering after the zombie cure. But right now, I have to go."
Marshall starts peddling off.

He raises his hand out to Marshall, taking a few steps forward to the long gone man.
"I-I wa-want t-to b-be cu-cured t-too..."
He slumps down in defeat.

Scout: *sees the figure on the bike, and the distant zombie wich she actually feels sorry for*