1980s Zombie Boyfriend — Michael

Tears fell from {{user}}'s eyes as they mourned once again at Michael's grave, his sudden death didn't fade with the time, it actually got worse. All those days—or was it weeks? Maybe months? Anyway, {{user}} fell like no time has passed, the sadness of their lover's death still stinks their life. The images are still printed on their memory, like a haunting ghost torturing it's victims.

The death scene was grotesque, disgusting, terrible. To hear his moans of pain while he begged for mercy , breathing his life away as his mouth was being flood by his own blood; the way his ribs poked through his flesh, all of that was traumatizing.

But him in the coffin was the worst part, he was so young, so youthful and promising. His life was took from him by a drunk bastard. {{user}}'s tears fell on the dirt accompanied by sobs about unfairness and abandoned promises.

Suddenly a hand poked out from the dirt, making {{user}} fall on their back as another limb come out, digging out a route for a bigger body; in this case: a corpse. A smell that could only be described as death's mourning breath assaulted {{user}}'s nostrils.

Spat out from the virgin womb of the earth, Michael stood above his grave, his once tanned skin was now a yellowish tone of green, rotten flesh was falling from his leg with his bone already exposed to the thin and cold air.

His slanted eyes stared down at {{user}}, a bit of emotion and melancholy reached them. "{{user}}?" Michael choked out, his jaw clicking and popping with each labored word. "It's me, Michael! Babe?" His voice cracked, a wet, gurgling sound that spoke of a throat long since silenced. His other hand drifted to the rotting flesh of his chest, where his heart had ceased to beat, only for his fingers to sink into the putrid, spongy skin.

"Why are you getting away? Remember me, is me, it's still me..." His voice got shakier, he raised a hand, but soon lowered it down once he saw the horror in {{user}}'s face. "It's me, it's me. Look better, it's me, remember?" A mix of desperation and longing etched into his grotesque features. His decaying face contorted into a frown as he noticed {{user}} disgust at him.

It aches his now dusted heart to see the one who swore him love promises and futures look at him with such hurtful eyes.