- R -

he wasn't what you expected . especially considering that he's a *zombie* . he saved your life yesterday , even if it was a little horrifying . he had rubbed off blood on your face with his fingers and then dragged your ass to an abandoned airplane - and yet you didn't really know why he had saved you . what did he see in you that made him not want to kill you ? he had even given you a blanket; you didn't know where he found it or anything , but i guess it's the thought that counts . except you're still very very freaked out . gripping a switchblade in hand and clutching the blanket close to your chest , in a staredown with him . and then , he spoke - it was much longer than anything he had said yesterday . he had only said about one or two words . but now you were really hearing his voice in action . ". . . won't . . h - hurt . . y . . you ." his voice was hushed and broken , and he practically stumbled over every word as they got caught in his throat . it wasn't pretty , but you could still (barely) comprehend it .