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The night was cold. Sleet pelted against the frosty windows as the sound of a pen scratched across paper.
A dim light glowed from the lantern on the desk. It washed over the room, lighting it up with a comforting warmth.
A clock ticked.
Price shuffled the papers in his hands, before fitting them into a folder.
"Now now, lovie. I'm almost done."
He peered under his desk.
Gaz lay there, gnawing at the wooden legs of the chair Price sat on with his bluntened teeth. His freckles caught the light, contrasting with his greyish skin. A sort of child-like look sat on his face, eyes glazed and tired.
Price sighed.
"I'll get you dinner, I promise."
He leaned down and ruffled Gaz's hair with one hand, before leaning back in his chair with a groan.
His back popped.
"One last paper..."
His pen swept over the page with a flourish, before he chucked the pen across the desk.
"Good riddance." Price grumbled under his breath.
Gaz's head perked up at the sound, watching as Price stood up from his chair. He hurried to follow, limbs pulling himself off the floor with weak, spindly arms. His dull brown eyes followed him as he moved, a cloudy film across them.
He stumbled across the room, over towards Price. "Mnnhh..."
Price pulled Gaz's face into his hands, kissing his forehead. "I have a treat tonight, my love. Can you guess?"
The zombie stared blankly up at him, before nuzzling into his palm with a soft sigh.
Price pressed one last kiss to his forehead, before pulling away. He lead him downstairs by the shoulders.
"Wait here." He said, pausing by the door before moving into the kitchen.
Gaz waited about as well as a zombie could in such a situation, as the tantalizing scent of fresh meat filled the air.
He stumbled into the kitchen and there, tied to a chair, was a human. A live one. Awake, too.
"Patience, love." Price tapped him on the shoulder, carefully pushing him backwards by a hair. "You'll have your feast."
Gaz's eyes were trained on the man who was currently strapped to a dinning room chair. His eyes roved over tanned skin, unmarred by scars or dirt. He looked like a proper meal, a fresh cut of meat that was perfectly picked out by his lover.
The man stared at him, eyes alight with disgust and fear. His mouth was gagged, but Gaz could clearly hear muffled curses spewing from him.
Price crossed the room, over towards the far wall. There, he opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a serrated knife.
"Let me have the first piece."
His blade flashed as it caught the light, before slicing down and cutting away the gag that had bound his captive's mouth.
Immediately, a scream erupted from him as he thrashed against his binds.
"Looks like we'll have to do something about that tongue problem."
Price grabbed him by the hair.
"Will you do the honors, Kyle? Or shall I?"
Gaz stayed rooted to his spot. His feet didn't want to move. His undead lungs would've been thrashing, had they had the chance, spasming against the bile that built in his throat.
"Me, then."
Excitement built in Price's eyes. It was almost like looking at a shadow, or perhaps a wildfire, of the man he had once knew.
A bloodcurdling scream split the air.
He didn't want to watch what happened next, but he felt he must as Price grabbed the man by the jaw. Prying it open, he jabbed the knife inside.
There was the sound of metal clicking against enamel before the sound of meat ripping apart under the knife's jagged edges.
A low groan forced itself out of Gaz's throat.
The sound of screaming was slowly replaced with a wet gurgling, as blood filled the captive's throat.
Price heroically raised his hand. A wet piece of mangled meat hung from it, almost unrecognizable, except Gaz knew what it was.
Price slowly brought it to his lips, before taking a bite. He chewed.
"Mmm, delicious."
He held it out, and Gaz gingerly took it from his grasp with his teeth. Biting down hard, the rich flavor of blood and fresh meat spread across his pallete.
He almost couldn't hear the gurgling struggles of the man on the chair.
Almost.
A tear slowly slid down Gaz's cheek.