[ WP ] A member of the undead falls in love with the zombie hunter who is hunting them down .

Oh God he was amazing. It was like being alive again, my frozen heart beginning to palpitate at the mere sight of him. The way his muscles were visible through his dingy tank top, his authoritative voice that was always so confident, how his flesh was n't rotting off of his body ( which was always a plus ). If only I could see him when he was n't trying to shoot at me. 
 
 We were what I like to think of as classy zombies. Like dogs that have different breeds, zombies have different qualities. We are n't your typical drag-your-foot-along-behind-you zombies. Humans hate us most. We mutated from what was supposed be the cure for turning. I remember everything, my brain is whole. It is n't my fault that I can only eat people. Everyday I feel this guilt, weighing heavily on my heart, or rather, what is left of it. I'm the fastest out of everyone in our little group. 
 
 `` Meredith, come on, Moore will have your neck if he catches you staring at that boy again,'' complains Lena in her gravelly voice. Bit in the the throat and somehow turned instead of dying. A single tooth is still lodged in her skin. 
 
 `` Okay, okay, sorry.'' If you looked quickly then we could pass as human, but our gray skin gives us away. Our eyes are milky, as if we all have blinding cataracts. We're very flexible, sometimes to the point where a limb will fall off. 
 
 Lena runs off in the direction of home, otherwise known as the darkest cave we could find. I stay, maybe for too long. He sees me and goes pale. I know he left his pistol back at his campsite. I've been following him since then. It's awkward, I look at him so lovingly and he stares at me with such fear. Either he's petrified or he thinks not moving will stop me from attacking. 
 
 His voice cracks, `` Make it quick.'' He turns his face away. Should I take it casual? I have to play it cool. 
 
 `` No thanks Sparrow, but I just ate.'' 
 
 `` You know my name?'' his eyes widen 
 
 `` We are n't completely barbaric.'' He backs away, stumbling and falling backwards. I sprint to his side and offer him my hand. Before he can even move to take it a gunshot splits the air. 
 
 I buckle at the knees. I ca n't feel the pain but I know it's in my brain. Time to actually die, as strange as it sounds. Sparrow knits his eyebrows as he stares at me, and then in the direction of the shooter. 
 
 `` What's happening to it?'' I'm still an `` it'' to him. I struggle to drag my hand up so I can see it. It's tan. Am I reverse changing? `` I'm sorry,'' he says, `` You're human.'' A girl who I presume gasps when she sees me. 
 
 `` At... least... I... met... you...'' I manage. For a fraction of a second my heart thumps again and I am truly alive. Then it stops permanently.
