So I suppose you want to ask me why I spared the zombies.
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So, I suppose you want to ask me why I spared the zombies. Why would someone like me spare the zombies?
But what you need to know is, it wasn’t for the zombies. It was for Sam.
See, I’m a vampire and vampires aren’t supposed to be friends with zombies. It’s dangerous for vampires and zombies to be friends because… well I don’t know why actually. And no one has ever been able to give me a straight answer in the year I’ve been like this. Probably because no one knows why. It’s just what we’ve always been told. But nothing bad has happened since I met Sam so we’re not really sure what all the fuss is about.
“What do you want to do tonight, Raymond?” Sam asked me. The sun had set over an hour ago now and we still hadn’t moved from the gravestone of one Donald Stewart. According to his engravings he died in 1938. I’ve met Donald Stewart. He insists I call him Sir Donald even though he wasn’t a Sir when he died. It would have said so right here if he was. He lives in the Manor House with the rest of us vampires. He has the third left room on the sixth floor, opposite Constance Anderson. If he ever found out I was spending time with a zombie his fangs would probably fall out.
‘We could go and find Fredrick?’ I suggest without trying to sound too keen. I liked with hanging with Sam of course, but Fredrick was always a laugh. He had brilliant ideas of jokes to pull on other undead people.
‘You know we can’t do that. Two of us together is bad enough but if the three of us keep hanging out then –‘
‘Then what?’ I cut him off. ‘Nothing bad has ever happened in the months we’ve known each other has it?’ I asked trying to soften him to the idea. ‘I don’t believe all the rubbish about the dangers between vampires and zombies anyway. Hale told me about the war that happened a thousand years ago. Vampires wanted all the zombies gone because they thought zombies were the reason they couldn’t go out in the sun. Obviously, that isn’t true.’ I rolled my eyes and then frowned at Sam to show him just how absurd I found the idea. ‘And if I were a zombie, I wouldn’t be pleased about being blamed for something like that either. Vampires just think they’re better than everyone else that’s all.’
I looked at the gravestones around us. More than half of them had come back as vampires after they’d died, including me, and so we had the right to the Manor house on top the hill. We lived there together but that didn’t mean we all thought the same thing. Zombies were undead people like us. We weren’t anything special.
‘You shouldn’t talk about your own kind like that.’ Sam said, although he gave me a small smile when he did. He didn’t like being a zombie anymore than I liked being a vampire. He knew his kind was looked down on by the majority of the undead. But it wasn’t his fault that his body parts fell from his body if he tried to move beyond the pace of a retired human deciding which tweed jacket to buy.
‘But you know I’m right.’ I pressed. ‘We’ve been fine hanging out together so why should it matter if a ghost hangs out with us too? Fredrick’s cool. We always have fun when he’s around.’ I looked down at the dirt I was kicking into a small mound. The white on my trainers was turning a murky brown colour. It didn’t matter, they’d be pristine again when I woke up at sun set tomorrow.
I didn’t say anything else for a while. Sam knew I was right but if I pushed him, he wouldn’t budge. He was stubborn like that.
‘Where do you reckon he is?’ he said after letting out a few heavy breaths. I tried not to look too much like I’d just gotten my own way.
‘Probably where all the ghosts go at night.’ I shrugged.
‘Fine, we may as well. I’m not sitting here all night under the stars waiting for boredom to make my limbs fall off.’
So, we set off, careful not to be seen from the house and avoiding the creek where the zombies lived. There was no reason why a vampire, a zombie and a ghost couldn’t be friends. Nothing bad had happened before. Why should it now?