Chapter 3
Tibbit lay face down on his bed. His utter despair had morphed into some hybrid monster of anguish and embarrassment, though the depression lingered. It was, he had to admit, though unhappily, an interesting place to be. And he would very much like to leave. With a sigh Tibbit rolled onto his back, gaze boring into the ceiling as if he expected it to have all the answers.
One question bounced around in the recesses of his skull.
What the hell had he done?
Just blurted it right out, how he felt. Upon realizing what he’d done he bolted, tucked tail and ran, afraid to face Seamus’s reaction. After all, the whole thing was ridiculous, what logical, rationally thinking person let themselves fall in love with a zombie? People were supposed to mourn the dearly departed, cherished me
