I reached out my hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he took it. The choice comes with a price, he said. Nathaniel had to work himself inside me. He had no way of knowing that it was the human me that was wanting to pull away.
I could smell perfume, one that was sharper, more alcohol content, and the other that powdery musk of something expensive. Not my problem. It keeps the zombie in, but it also keeps other things out. I don't mind killing if the person has truly earned it.
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