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The forest is cold, and it’s wet, and it’s fucking miserable. Roier is barefoot and in his goddamn pajamas and his neck is bruised and he’s cold, he’s so fucking cold, but- “Guapito! Come back!” But it beats the cabin and the talking corpse inside. Cellbit is. Dead. He’s dead. He’s dead and he wants Roier to be dead with him. Which is crazy, right? He and Roier have (had?) only been together for a year, and dying together is a pretty big commitment. Except. Except they aren’t dying together. Because Cellbit is already dead. He died while Roier was in the goddamn shower, and now he’s weird. Dead. He’s dead.
Roier’s chest heaves as he pushes his way through the storm and towards where he thinks the cabin’s shitty little toolshed is. When he and Cellbit had first arrived, Roier had gone to check out the shed and he had seen a chainsaw hanging on the wall and he had laughed about how fucking creepy it was, taking a picture and posting it on his Instagram and going back to the cabin and forgetting all about it. But his phone is in the cabin. Where Cellbit is. Where Cellbit’s corpse is. Because Cellbit is dead, and he’s awfully set on making Roier join him one way or the other. The rain is like needles against Roier’s skin, but he just grits his teeth and deals with it. Cold rain? Easy. Murderous zombie boyfriend? Scary. Does Roier actually know how to use a chainsaw? No, but. Would a chainsaw even work on a dead guy? He’s already dead!
Roier slams himself against the shed’s door to open it just as the realization hits him that his Cellbit is dead. He’s fucking dead. Just like Bobby, only Bobby got the luxury of being buried. He stumbles into the shed and slams the door shut behind him. After a moment of vague panic-thought, he pulls a tool chest in front of the door to block it. No windows, just the door. The blocked door. It’s only as Roier leans against a wall and puts his face in his hands that he realizes that he’s crying. “What the fuck,” he gasps, eyes stinging. He pulls his hands away and wipes at his tears furiously, borderline slapping his own face because maybe he’ll just wake up. It’s all a dream! He’s going to wake up and he’ll be in his bed back home and Cellbit will be alive and breathing next to him and he won’t be dead and-
The wall next to Roier’s head explodes as a pale fist punches through it.
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Roier, frankly, screams and pushes himself off the wall, tripping his way across the shed and pressing himself against the opposite wall. Unbreathing. The hand in the wall flails around for a moment before retreating. And then Roier watches as a pair of his socks is pushed through it. They tumble to the floor and roll to his feet as if pulled on a string. “You forgot your shoes, pendejo,” Cellbit laughs. But it isn’t his laugh, but it is, but it really fucking isn’t- it’s too harsh, kinda like a screen door scraping against itself. Roier stares at his socks. They were a gift from Jaiden. For Christmas. They matched hers. And Bobby’s. Bobby hated it. He wore them, anyway.
His head snaps towards the door as it suddenly rattles on its hinges, curving inwards like it’s rubber as something presses against it from the outside. If he looks hard enough, he can see the imprint of his dead boyfriend in it like he’s a goddamn cartoon. A hand presses into the door, streeeeeeetching it as it- as he reaches for Roier. And then the door snaps back into place, and it’s quiet. Roier swallows. He’s crying again. He wants to go home. But home’s why he’s here in the first place, isn’t it? It was too quiet. Cellbit had suggested a vacation, he knew a place out in the woods his sister owned. A vacation sounded nice. But now Cellbit is dead, and Roier’s starting to realize why Bagi had disappeared seemingly off of the face of the earth just a month ago.
He looks around the shed. Chainsaw. He wants… he wants the chainsaw. Maybe he can’t kill his freaky zombie boyfriend again, but he sure as hell can slow him down long enough for Roier to at least try and make it to town. God, he’s thinking about cutting his boyfriend up with a chainsaw. But the chainsaw isn’t on the wall. Vaguely, Roier can hear himself laughing. He stumbles to where the chainsaw used to be, and he presses both hands and his forehead against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he slams his hands against the wall where the chainsaw used to be, and he screams. Okay. Okay! No chainsaw. But how fast can a zombie be, really?
Roier’s eyes squeeze shut, and then he backs up from the wall. Slowly. Breathing, in and out, just the way his doctor said to. In, and out. In, and out. In- The ground shakes. Roier’s eyes snap open just in time for him to watch half a dozen skeletal arms erupt out of the mossy floorboards and start reaching for him, groaning and snarling and clawing hard enough to peel their fingernails off and draw blood.
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