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Zombies were everywhere. The living dead, as some called them, most would never really live again, rose from near fatal wounds when their heart's blood was drained. Staggering around from corpse to, eating the flesh of their dead kin. Though they were sentient enough to know not to eat the living, and to perform nearly any job, and still not alive, not capable of feeling joy. They still went to parties on occasion, never leaving the wall. Some retained the luster of life but still couldn't feel and soon lost even that. These were the true losers. Almost anyone could become such a creature, even the most precious creatures, could become these fiends.
And so it began for a young clerk who woke early in the morning and stayed till the moon was high in the sky, drained of everything by a previous job as guardian of sorts, the clerk was nearly one of them already. The hours took their toll, and soon it was all the drone could do to get to work. That was when they struck, the human at his or her weakest stands no chance against those vampire like beings. The clerk lost the little lingering feeling maintained and carried through the harsh year. The agony had a way of numbing one so that the loss of feeling is blessing. All the tears this one had shed as a guardian, as a drone, as lover, as a human, were instantly dried. A smothering embrace forced the air and life from the clerk’s lungs, along with all hope of feeling happy or loved ever again, but the rhythm of hug kept death at bay. The clerk could still support friends and could almost fool them, if they paid attention. Who'd believe it could happen to one of their own, and why bother knowing there was nothing for it? Denial is sometimes much sweeter then truth or acceptance.
Foolish friends decided to visit their broken friend when the tide got tougher, only the clerk seemed to stand against the breaking wave untouched. The clerk's home a modest place, full of modest things, trashed by the vampire's curse. The guide found the clerk and knew the problem at once, seeing the life drain a little more each day to be replaced by small amounts of polish. Friends remained blind, but the man who led them here, who gave everyone wings with a glance saw through the light disguise. He saw the hunger, the hole that once was hope, love, happiness, anger, and pain. The clerk's vacant eyes stared back at him, searching for something. He knew that this knowledge would only hurt the clerk’s friends; it was a miracle the drone could care enough to act. He looked into those eyes and saw only an exhausted hunger. The guide could stand it no more, the clerk still cared though all feelings were gone, it wasn't right and he could make it so. He took a knife to his upper arm till a bit of blood sprayed, and forced the zombie to catch it, his hand slid near the heart of the zombie smearing blood over the spot. Forcing the fallen angels heart to beat with his blood, his rhythm was close enough to the living one the clerk's body remembered, that his kiss wiped the darkness away, which the clerk was thrown back as feeling swept in.