Last Days

Dawn broke over the horizon. Gavin awakened within a bed that held plush, velvet blankets and soft, luxurious pillows. Looking to his side, Gavin spotted Emily – his princess. She was no longer a blue-ish gray, but now a lively pale tan – that of a true Puerto Rican. His love, Emily Emmerling, was human yet again. There was a wrap on the door, and the familiar squeak of hinges was soon after. "Your highness, you have visitors who wish to see you." Gavin didn't hear what he had said, but he knew he agreed to come down stairs.

Gavin leapt out of bed and stopped to examine himself in the mirror. The clothes of which he wore were silk, and the color was extravagant! Burgundy; who would have thought? He looked smashing! Pausing for a moment, Gain wondered why he was thinking like an Englishman. Shaking it off, Gavin continued about his business. He then made his way down stairs not caring what he was wearing. Gavin opened the door and was greeted by a horde of zombies. The sky was suddenly the color of blood. Before Gavin could escape, at least two of them had a hold on him. Immediately, they started painfully ripping apart his joints. There was screaming, only there wasn't only screaming, but a bit of growling as well.

… To be Continued