As the kiss deepened he felt a rising heat move through his body.
..or at least he would have if he hadn’t died a good six weeks ago, his body temperature now never rising above ambient.
But his love for this woman may just surpass his love for Braaaaaaaains!!!
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The above was either just a cheeky development on the conversational tangent from Day 47’s post, or Day One in a 50 day serial zombie romance. Guess it depends on what tomorrow brings…
But as I’ve been reading Jane Austen (who kicks ass at dialog and has a great, if subtle wit) and missing Terry Pratchett novels, I’ve been thinking I don’t write enough comedic stuff. And I’m kinda tired of being all introspective and shit and just wanna play with my brain.
So, if this is gonna fly, I think I might crowdsource it a bit – build your own zombie love story. What would you like to see, why would a zombie fall in love? The scariest thing about zombies is they’re ZOMBIES – they have no emotion, and very bad interpersonal skills (oh, that’s a ripe idea!). Give me some fodder people, and I might just be able to give you some zombie love…