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Zombie soon stirs from being knocked out earlier by Ben. He groans out, sitting up and hunching over, the pain he is feeling, was worse than being attacked that day when he was turned.

“About time you wake up. You've gotten weak. Why?” Ben demands, his tone fierce as ever.

Zombie growls, the sound rumbling deep within the pit of his stomach. His blurry gaze falls upon his best friend. “Don't call me weak.” He snaps.

Ben rolls his eyes, resting the metal rod on his shoulder as he was leaning against the wall, his breathing was slow. A weak scoff escapes him.

“Sure you're not. You could have killed me over that fucking bitch. Why didn't you?” Ben closes one eye, gulping loudly as he exhales sharply.

Zombie stares, sighing, not even bothering to fight with Ben at the moment. “I could have... But she stopped me. I guess she doesn't want me to rip your fucking heart out.” He growls.

“Fuck her. She's done nothing but ruin our friendshi—”

“What friendship, Ben?!” He shouts.

Ben goes quiet, but then he smirks weakly at Zombie. “You say we're not friends... But yet you still speak to me. Fucking make up your mind, ———.” He pants out, finally closing his other eye.

Zombie feels a tiny pinch of guilt deep in him. “I didn't mean to lose it like that... I told you I would never attack you. Yet, here I am. Watching you fade like the others.” He mumbles.

Ben just speaks softly now, almost in a sick tone. “It's fine... Yo-You're just doing what... What your father... Father... d-did..He didn't know... He wo-would do that... at (Y/N)'s house...” Ben's getting worse, his skin is now a deadly pale color.

Zombie takes off the mask, unbuckling it and setting it beside him as he weakly gets up— groaning a bit. “Yeah...” His gaze on Ben only makes Ben chuckle as he opens one eye— the hazel was dulling to a deadly tone of the undead.

“Don't close your damn eyes when you end me. Good friends watch each other die... also... Do me a favor, jackass,” Ben stares into Zombie's eyes, his breathing shaky, coming to a dangerous close.

Zombie furrows his brows, taking the metal rod from Ben, adjusting it— almost like he was about to hit a home run. But, his look was cold. “What?”

“Love her like you never did for me...” Ben weakly smiles, before chuckling— wasting the last bit of the air given to him.

“I'll never stop—” Zombie breathes out in a sorrowful tone.