Memorable

"Ya' ain't serious shit, I got it y'guys!" Eden waved a hand to the other survivors and walked toward the bag wearing male, they stopped within a few feet of each other and froze. His black hair blew slightly as the slacker infront of him smiled underneath paper.

"Don't act like that, Eden! We used to be best friends." Derrik's tone was harsh, standing with a slumped posture and a stoic expression over his paper bag.

"Yeah! Before'ya were part zombie and wore a bag around like a face. Sheesh Louise!" the non infectious propped against the overturned car and rubble, the other's having already departed back to camp leaving them standing in the center of the closed off rubble. "Look, ain't nothin' 'gainst 'ya. We're just one of two separate bein's."

Slowly, he stepped before the other male, letting his light grey hand skim over the other's cheek, just to feel what living flesh felt like once more. "You're still so lively and smooth, I miss being like this. Warm, humanly, soft..." his voice trailed, completely fascinated by the way the skin on the other's face felt. "Eden, we were once so close..." he went on again, lips trembling underneath the cold interior of a paper bag.

After a moment, there was no more hostility, Eden leaned into the hand that brushed his cheek. The cold fingers of a past friend, "God Derry, you're jus' the same. All gruff and no bark." his tone was soft as his breath beat out against the other's hand. "Just.. come with me." he gripped the other male's hand and forced him along behind himself. Moments later they stood in an old house, familiar by the smell of lilacs and the warmth it gave off. Just outside of the main district. "Remember this?"

"Eden, very funny. I can't see." he sighed, registering this as what used to be the old family home, now lacking electricity and liveliness.  "...this is where we first met." he added with a hum before he felt the hands of his former placed firm on his shoulders. "I don-.."

"Do'ya still function?"

"Like what? My blood flow?" he cocked a brow, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, does your body still work?"

"Of course."

"Would you... take off the bag?"

Without another word, Derrik's grey hands were brought up to his paper cloaked head, after the paper was removed. As soon as he was facing his former friend for the first tie in months, their fingers touched. Eye sockets were unemotional, but truthfully, he wanted to cry. Almost two years had passed since he'd felt warmth of an actual FULL on human. Shyly, the former friends allowed lips to press together, bodies tightly against the other's.

There was a silence, the survivor was mentally killing himself for falling into the scum he slayed seduction. But he could help himself, this was the boy he'd planned on taking through life with himself, but now.. it was forbidden. While other's could be cured, Derry could not. He was forever trapped in the body of this monstrosity. Forcefully, he was shoved backwards onto the couch, the zombie on top simply stared down carelessly. "Ya' startin' t'heat up..." he flushed to the feel of warmth circulating against the cold skin of the other.

"Nn.. shaddap Scifi." he smirked and removed his own hoodie, showing the faded black tshirt underneath that hugged his skin tightly. "Going to take your's off?" this made a smirk form on the other male's face as he shimmied his top off, smirking like a mad man. Both glanced to the other's body before once more pressing their lips. After the moment's notice and another awkward while of muttering and insults, they were down to just skin. The grey skin of the infected showing slight color from the moving warmth in his body, and the smaller build underneath showing a pink tinge.

"D-don't look at me like that!" Eden's flush brightened as Derrik shifted the other's legs and positioned himself with a widened grin. "You make me feel like I'm going to be eaten!" he squirmed but grinned to the dirty fantasy he was fulfilling.

"Don't act so innocent and I won't have to pretend to be the big bad wolf defiling little Red Riding Hood. 'Cause I'm extremely hungry, and I really like you." Derrik was joking of course, but he smiled widely and shifted his hips forward. Easily slipping the tip of his length into the tight orifice of the smaller male. "Nnn.. you're so warm! I could just eat you up.~" Playfully he ran the tip of his unusually long, spiked tongue along every tip of every jagged teeth.

"Ah-ah! In the name of our past friendship, make this worth rememberin'." he blushed lightly, looking off to the side and wrapping his legs around the other male's waist. Their bodies locked, fingers brushing along the other's body as hips met and reconnected. Dreary eyes closing as they kept their lips pressed once more. And almost as an electric shock went through their bodies, Derrik let out an odd noise. It made Eden snap out of his fantasy as he felt foreign enter his body. The older male doubling over him with clenched teeth.

Once their orgasms past and their cuddling was over, both ended up redressed and sound asleep. Derrik was silent in his rest, Eden however was curled up against the other's chest mumbling and groaning about random things. The sun set before the taller of the two stirred, finally realizing what had happened as he heard the sound of a nearby Creeper. "Scifi, I've got to go. I'll take care of the lurking, you get yourself back to camp. Stay safe." he leaned down as close to the other male as possible, pressing his lips to the other's cheek before standing up straight and pulling his bag on.

Carefully, he stepped into the cool outside air, "Aaren't yyou llooking ggood..." the Creeper stood at it's full 7 and a half feet, slumping over Derrik with a hum. Dark eyes lingered onto the other male, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Gget ooff, hhuh?"

"Nosey little fuckers, aren't ya?" he growled with clenched teeth underneath his bag, before he began walking forward, the Creeper standing in it's place without much of an expression. Though without a doubt, he groaned. Very quickly, he ran along the sidewalk, purring happily to the feel of wind against his otherwise dead body. Honestly, he was happy to be alive, that was definitely something he'd never forget about Eden, but then again, he never forgot anything about him either.

Upon the other side of town, Nexus laid lazily over Mallory's lap, his eyes closed as he hummed softly. "Today's been strange." he sighed and opened the unducttaped eye. Spotting the ditch digger scuffling in with a box in hand. "Package!" he jerked up and ran over to the male. Signing the paper and taking the box. "Real meat! None of that zombie shit. Real cow!" he squealed and ran down the hallway to the kitchen, leaving a napping Mallory to fall over on the chair and continue to softly snore.

Hazily, Eden opened his eyes to see the faces of two Creepers staring down at him. "Shit! That fucker left me here!" he jerked up and pushed the infected away, both stumbling but returning to stand side by side. If it had been any other zombie, he'd blown it's brains against the walls, but.. Creepers were harmless, just irritating.

"Ssleep wwell, llovely?" they hummed in unison.

"Yeah. Sleep." Eden picked up his backpack and twirled his handguns back into their spots before pushing past the lingering contaminated. Outside stood a group of flesh hungry skins, they growled but were soon smashed with rocks and a handy crowbar before he began back to camp. Standing outside the camp was that damned old man. He had a cigarette sticking out the corner of his mouth and an AK-47 propped beside him. "Greg."

The elder narrowed his eyes, "You went off with Head Honcho!"

"... I did not! He drug me to outer town for a good spar, the usual." Eden retorted.

"Fuckin' queer." he growled and threw his cigarette at the youth, "If I wandered off to play with lurches when I wanted to get m' jewels off I'd jus-..." he muttered the rest and picked his weapon up to reenter his own personal tent like room.