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sorry about not being here for a while lightning struck my satellite and the internet went out for a while T_T

zon was sitting in a corner in a cris-cross formation with his hands on his ankles.he was staring up at the ceiling with a blank look on his face. in truth he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

@Cherrywitch this is the new one

zon sat up on his old dusty mattress and scratched his hair with a confused look on his face. he looked to the side still seeing Kristen was gone, her mattress still in the corner away from his.after a quick yawn he got up and stretched. he walked behind the old bar to the right side of the...

(should i make a new cs for his demon version? @Cherrywitch )

(yes)

(@Cherrywitch the way things are going the wound would most likely kill him anyway and the blood loss has made him too weak to run so if emily ,i.e you, decide to deal a final blow i wont disagree)

zon ignored the danger around him and mustering all his strength crawled over to Emily doing his best to avoid the spikes. there was a large trail of blood being him from his shoulder. using his good arm he propped himself up to look Emily in the face"i promise....thats not the case Emily..."...

zon was no longer afraid of Emily he had seen the cute side of her. he held his smile as he spoke "Emily.....we are different you an I...i am still living..if i dont stop the bleeding i cant play with you anymore..you dont want that do you?" he didnt have the strength to run anymore he had lost...

zon looked at Emily. putting a hand on her head and smiling softly."don worry about me..."as he spoke his breathing was heavy "i just need to stop my shoulder from bleeding so much...Emily you think you could help with that?"he was putting up quite a brave front for someone who was on the brink...

zon paused before giving a smile"t-thanks....after i get my arm patched up we can hang out" he was genualy happy (i have to go for a little bit)

zon blinked turning his head to the side"its just....your the first person ive managed to hold a conversation with in.....almost 2 years. i may not seem so but im actually quite shy...and being a zombie causes normal people to run away...i was wondering if we could be friends...." he gave a...

zon sighed "finally i can stop carrying it around like its an actual weapon...say...you have anything planned for the rest of the day..." zon asked rather meekly

zon couldn't help but laugh at her response. she was the first to react in such a way."dont worry im not like any old zombie out for brains and flesh..like i said i still have my sentience..but it is fun to scare people like that sometimes plus there are perks to being a zombie, no pain, i dont...

"i was killed by a serial killer" he drug his thumb across his neck"cut my head clean off...a few days later i wake up in a morgue zombie-fied" he shrugged "but as you can see i still have my sentience" he looked over her "what about you whats your story?"

"ahah....ha.." there was no way he was going to tell any one his arm was pulled off by a stray dog he was running from"...it just happens from time to time. ive got stitches everywhere. even here.." he said as he lifted up his head and pointed to his neck.

zon slung his arm back over his shoulder and followed her. judging by her hair she had just left the pool prior to meeting him"by the way my name is zon...whats yours?" he asked as he had begun to toss his arm again .

zon looked at her, surprised at first. then he was hit with a small wave of laughter"actually i was looking for someone to sew this back on" as he said this he turned his dismembered arm so that the palm faced her and moved it back and forth so that it looked like it was waving on its own.

(sure) zon was still toting his arm like it was a club. in his efforts to find someone to sew it back on he found himself at the pool"...i doubt anyone here knows how to sew..." as he was saying this he spotted a lone person walking away from the pool"sigh...another dime another dollar" he...

(zon, he's currently wondering around looking for someone to sew his arm back on)