[ WP ] The Zombie Apocalypse is on its 3rd week . You expected them to be dangerous but you never expected them to be able to talk .

`` sit.'' He gestured to the chair opposite of him. I sat down as he asked and got a good look at his face. Much of his flesh was gone, probably torn off in the process of zombification. From the center of his right eye to the back of his ear there was only muscle with the occasional reveal of bone. His lips, teeth, and tongue seemed mostly intact, I suppose that they were still necessary for communication. From the hole where his right eye used to be there was a spider that drew my attention, I guess he caught me staring. 
 
 `` Elizabeth.'' He spoke. 
 `` What?'' I asked, baffled. 
 `` The spider: Elizabeth. She found her way in there, refuses to leave.'' 
 `` Oh, that's um, that's a shame.'' I said nervously. 
 `` Is it? I thought so too, not that bad, though. She's sweet, does n't bite.'' 
 `` Oh that's... interesting.'' 
 
 There was a moment where neither of us spoke, he looked down at his rotting hands, blood under his finger nails and bits of skin and muscle missing. I could n't tear my gaze away from his face, he still looked like he did when he died, I wonder if she did as well. Finally he looked up at me, he saw my confused and searching face, and he spoke. 
 
 `` It's not there. I do n't think it's there.'' 
 
 `` What?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Humanity. I think mines gone.'' He said sadly. 
 
 `` It ca n't be, you wrote to me, you called me here and now we're talking.'' I tried to convince him. 
 
 `` I did.'' He coughed something like a chuckle. `` And now here we are, we're the last of us left.'' 
 
 `` What about Elizabeth?'' I asked urgently. 
 
 `` Liza... She could n't, when your mother... The brain is needed.'' The creature looked as though he would vomit. 
 
 `` She took everything from me... Even my Liza, but she did n't take you.'' He finished. 
 
 `` Is that why you found me?'' I asked. He nodded, then struggled to reach under his chair and pulled out a handgun, which seemed quite heavy to him. 
 
 `` This was mine, I held it when she took Liza, I could n't pull the trigger. I wanted to see you one last time, I wanted you to do this.'' His words shocked me, ushering in a slew of emotions, anger, contemplation, sadness. He had called me here just so could kill him. 
 
 `` Why?'' I begged. `` Why make me do this?'' 
 
 `` I should n't be around anymore, I made my mistakes and I died for them. I deserved that death. Even if I did n't, it hurts. Please, end it.'' He pleaded, and with tears in my eyes I picked up the gun and pointed it towards him. He spoke one last time. 
 `` I'm proud of you, I love you. Goodbye, son.''
