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Love bites.

Who: Orc and Eponine and then Open to all
What: Zombie Eponine is gonna bite Orc's face. Orc's gonna turn back into rock form and eventually zombify. So...who wants some?
Where: Shambling around the sixth floor
When: Near the end of week 3
Notes: Zombie related stuff, violence, manipulation

Orc...still desperately clutching at his original name of Charles was like everyone else looking worse for wear after three weeks in the museum. He'd been beaten, broken, and upset his best friend by losing his virginity to his best friends Ex-girlfriend.

So...it had been entertaining for the folks at home.

Unable to find Howard he set about looking for Eponine. He had to find SOMEONE soon or he was going to start crying and he might not stop. And men weren't supposed to cry in front of others. Being on TV that meant Orc was always in front of others. And he wasn't drunk enough to cry without shame.

"Eponine?" He grunted as he approached her usual nesting area among the wax figures.

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Instinct guided him. There was nothing as distressing to a teenage boy as a crying girl. Even a crying, dying, zombiefing girl.

He put his arms around her and drew her close. "You're only alone if you let yourself be." He quoted someone who had been trying to cheer him up when he was drunk, was it Howard? Probably not. His heart sank when he thought of Howard. He still had to make things right with Howard somehow!

First thing was first though. This delicate, broken, mess of a girl getting puke on his PJs needed comfort in her last few moments. At least he could do that right.

She cuddled into him, revelling in his soft flesh, in his warmth. It was like hugging a giant hot water bottle. And - oh, oh, he was so, so warm and lovely, And he smelled so good. So... she could hear his heart beating somewhere below her ear, beating with a steady pulse as it drove his blood through his body. And she could smell salt all over his skin from his stale sweat. Tentatively, she pulled herself up from him so that she could reach his face, and even more tentatively, she ran her tongue over his neck. It was disgusting, but... oh she needed it. So easy, so easy just to... bite.

But no. She wanted him to want it. She NEEDED him to want it as well. She would not kill again.

He couldn't help it. Guilt washed over him as she licked his neck and though her tongue lacked the warmth it once had it still sent shivers through him the woke up his confused teenage libido. A stiffness in his stained and ruined PJ pants.

He hoped she wouldn't notice and he held her close, bracing himself for what he suspected would be like a scene from any number of zombie movies he and Howard had snuck into back home.

But Eponine was crying again, or at least trying to. The truth was that there were no tears left for her to cry, no liquid left, really, in her body at all.

"Do... want... to..?" She rasped out, leaning back a little so that she could look Charles in the eye. She needed him to volunteer for it, to love her so much that he would give up his life to stay with her, to love her so much that he would give his everything to her.

While Orc maybe didn't think of it nearly to that level, he could see how important this was to him.

But he was scared. For the first time in a long time he was scared of dying and he couldn't figure out why.

Orc knew thinking wasn't his strong suit. Acting rash, doing things impulsively. That was how he did things.

But how did Charles do things?

He wanted Charles to be different from Orc. To be a better man then Orc.

A compassionate man.

He nodded gently "Alright. Let's die." He mumbled softly sheepish and still ashamed that she had turned him on in this state.

This was all his fault after all. He should have protected her.

"For...give... me... Karrrls." She brushed her cold, dead lips over his cheeks, littering empty kisses there. And she kissed his lips too, shuddering through the deep cold stealing over her body even as she did it.

"Better... for...get... alll..." She muttered hoarsely, before she sank her teeth into his chubby cheek.

He winced, every muscle in his body tightening as he felt the pinch turn into somethign so much worse. Blood gushed around her teeth as she pierced the skin and he howled like a wounded dog. He had to curl his fingers in her dress till it tore to keep from lashing out as his bodies instinct to pain took over.

She didn't let go. She flung her arms about his neck, and laced her fingers together, pulling tight so that he would not easliy shake her off. And she clung on with her teeth as well, digging in harder so that he would not dislodge her grip. How would she know when to stop? When he vomited? Or did that come later? She couldn't remember it at all.

She heard the rip of her dress, but she didn't care, and she moved with him. Let him hurt her. Let the pain he inflicted on her make her forget about everything she had ever done to him and everybody else.

As his cheek ripped clean from his head blood spattered against Eponine's face and down her front and he could not help but scream in pain. Tears ran down his face and he found himself gripping her even with his broken hand causing even more pain.

Darkly he wondered if he tasted good.

Was that all she needed? Would she stop? His breathing was heavy now, his mind racing as adrenaline surged through him now.

His flesh was in her mouth and without even thinking, she chewed hungrily on it. Blood oozed from between her teeth and down over her slowly darkening lips. She ate with her mouth open, so he could see his flesh being ground into mush. She hadn't even registered what she was doing. All she knew was that it tasted good, that she needed more.

More.

She blinked slowly, and focused back on Orc. She was barely aware of his blood on her face, mingling with Homura's and her own. She didn't realise how tight he held her. All she knew was that she needed more.

She tried to bite down again, on his other cheek.

It didn't hurt as badly the second time.

Perhaps it was because he was witnessing the horror of his girlfriend eating what had formerly been his cheek. This time he could not take it anymore and as the cheek separated from his face he howled and cursed and pushed back to put at least six inches between them.

But he still couldn't bring himself to let go.

"I-isn't that enough?" He shuddered and sobbed as involuntary tears mixed with his open wounds and stung him. He sounded hopeful but also hurting. "Will I die now?"

"Don't... know..." She rasped out around the flesh in her mouth. It made her tongue sound thick, doubly thick than it really was. "So...sorry."

Eponine had no idea what would happen now at all. Her speech was becoming slower, more and more slurred as the minutes passed. She was finally in the last stages of zombification. Finally, finally, some of her past was fading into nothingness and she didn't bother to fight to remember names and faces. Instead, she just clung onto Orc.

"Don't...leave...me...Kaaaa-" What was his name again?

He felt her grip like claws digging into his arm. More blood, she could probably smell it all over him now. He felt terrible but he knew what she wanted, a promise that she was worth loving.

Something he'd wanted for the last year.

Bracing himself for the worst, he brought his lips to hers, feeling the slimy disgusting coat of bodily fluids that was thick on them. One last kiss for her before she died.

He knew what would come next.

And she did. She died even as they kissed. Her grip on his arms slackened and her nails tore down his poor arms as she sagged down. Her cold, black lips trailed down from his lips as she slumped to the ground. For now, she was dead, but she'd wake again soon.

But in that moment when she was still vaguely aware enough to remember, she knew that she loved this man who would sacrifice his life to make her happy. She knew that she would give her loyalty, unquestioningly, to him. That she'd give herself, as little as that was to offer, to him.

But the thought was gone in the blink of an eye, as she collapsed, a corpse, against him.

He held her close and shuddered with revulsion and sorrow as he realized what was coming.

Had Howard ever held her like this?

Had Aunamee?

The thought filled him with rage.

Already he was starting to feel sick and cold. How long would it take? Would he have enough time to see her come back?

Howard.

Aunamee.

Their faces continued to float through his mind. He had unfinished business with both of them. How could he have been so stupid to think he could leave without them?

Laying her down in the dresses she loved so much he brushed her greasy dirty hair back with his pudgy fingers.

"See you soon." He promised before shambling to his feet and limping for the far wall.

There hung a mask, a hockey mask specifically. It had belong to some long forgotten tribute but it was there now. He had heard about what the masks could do and he was hesitant to try.

But the stones had saved him once...and he had unfinished business to attend to.

With a trembling hand it took it off the wall. His stomach knotted and twisted in on itself. It felt like his insides were cooking. Was this the virus or was he that afraid of what he was about to do?

With one last sad look at his soft flesh hand that was now covered in blood, he brought the mask to his face.

The change was instant. He felt the open stinging wounds in his cheeks stiffen up like someone was pinching at his face. Soon the familiar tightness was spreading over his nose and forehead, along his scalp and down his neck.

He groaned and doubled over as a layer of stone spread over him like water running down his back in the shower. After so long in real skin it felt heavy and unnatural again. He shuddered as it passed into his hand and he felt the bones being reset and tightened together, like the breaks were melting back into place. The pain was gone.

But inside he was dieing.

With an anguished cry he slammed two stone fists into the wall shaking it and sending decorations scattering. He had once again become the monster he had been so happy to leave behind.

Rising to his thick stone feet, Orc began his hunt.

Either he would apologize to Howard, or he would murder Aunamee before the virus took him.

And may god have mercy on him if he failed.

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