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Zombie Boyfriend (Adam) - pt 1

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So, I’ve finally posted my first monster boyfriend story on here! Part 2 coming soon, but I hope y’all enjoy this. Also, this is really a kind of “Frankenstein’s monster” story, but that was too long for the title so... officially Adam’s a zombie!

word count: 2,343

Living alone in the middle of nowhere had its perks, especially considering you enjoyed the solitude of nature of the mountainside without a neighbor around for miles that was actually there for the winter.

It had already been nearly three months since you first came out to fix up your grandmother’s old cabin and you had yet to grow tired of the place. She had moved into the nearby town at the bottom of the mountain where your family lived a year ago now.

She was getting older and her eyesight had been going over the years, so your parents didn’t want her living alone in the winter up where there was no way to check in on her. So, you’d been tasked with getting the place ready to be put on the market for the next summer. Not that you minded the decision too much, though.

You were able to sleep in most days, and all the necessary work that needed to be done outside had been completed over the summer, meaning your job at the cabin consisted mostly of cleaning out the junk that had accumulated over the years and keeping the place dust free until you were able to drive into town and get supplies to actually repaint and decorate in the spring.

A week ago you finally started clearing out the three bedrooms upstairs that had been virtually untouched since you were a child, taking all the old furniture and trash that needed to be thrown out into the front yard.

Since then, every time you went outside, you’ve felt something staring at you while you worked.

At first, you assumed it was some of the wildlife that wasn’t currently hibernating, since they were probably used to getting food left behind from the summer crowd. Now, however, you weren’t sure what to feel about the constant staring and tried not to linger outside for too long.

The cabin sat on a small grassy hill overlooking the frozen lake, other cabins, all empty at this time of year, dotting the shore.

Behind the cabin was a forest, the underbrush and snow so closely packed you could barely see through it. The only break in the tree line was the dirt road, currently blocked with snow, leaving the lake back down the mountain. It was from the trees you felt the stare come from.

Shuddering as you turned away from the forest, you set back to work hauling a rather large wardrobe that had been in the room that used to be yours in the summers. It had once been a beautiful piece, one you’d been hoping to save, but a bad leak in the roof had badly damaged it beyond repair.

The roof and leak had already been fixed, but the ceilings would have to be redone because of the water damage before anything else was done to the rooms.

The wardrobe moved fairly easily at first as you pushed it downhill, and it was a miracle you even got it down the stairs in one piece.

Now, however, as you tried to keep it from falling all the way down and crashing into the lake, you were regretting not taking a sledgehammer to it inside and just bringing it out in pieces.

Now that the ground was a bit more uneven, the wardrobe kept getting stuck, forcing you to push harder against it. About halfway down, you gave it a particularly hard push, but instead of moving, the entire wardrobe tipped over and made you lose your balance as well.

Fortunately, the ground wasn’t as steep and the wardrobe stayed in place once it crashed into the dirt. Unfortunately, however, you started rolling almost as soon as you hit the ground.

Groaning as you picked yourself up off the gravel, you were horrified to find your both your hands and a scrape on your forehead were bleeding. And to make matters worse, your only pair of glasses had cracks all on the lenses, meaning you were blind and stuck as such for another month until you could go home and get another pair.

“Oh god, are you okay?!” Someone called out to you as they ran down the hill towards you, and you turned like a deer in headlights.

Even with your terrible vision you could tell whoever it was was huge, and once he reached out and picked you up onto your feet, you really saw how much he towered over you. You were incredibly nearsighted, and trying to look up at his face was like trying to look up at the top of a mountain without your glasses. All you could tell was that he was wearing dark sunglasses.

“Your forehead is bleeding pretty bad, but it shouldn’t need stitches. From what I can tell it’s just a scrape,” the stranger murmured almost to himself as he held your head in place and pushed your hair out of the way.

“Sorry, but who exactly are you?” You ignored him, squinting and trying to get on your tiptoes to get a better look, “I thought no one would be staying at the lake this winter.”

The stranger suddenly seemed to get nervous, craning his head back so you couldn’t make out the details of his face, though you assumed his reaction was just a matter of personal space as he relaxed as soon as you got back down.

“I actually bought the house on the other side of the lake two years ago,” he finally answered after seeming taken aback by your question, “Did something happen to the woman living here? She was always very kind to me whenever I would jog over here.”

“Ah, no,” you said quickly, easily falling into conversation with the strange man, “She’s my grandmother, she just moved closer to town. She’s still healthy as a horse. Y’know, besides her eyes.”

“Oh, okay,” he paused before continuing tentatively, “Are you… blind, too?”

“Oh, no,” you burst out, almost laughing, “my eyesight is just horrible. I have pretty severe astigmatism, but I can see fine with my glasses… they just broke in the fall, though, so I guess for right now I am until I can go and buy new ones.”

The strange man chuckled before noticing you wiping the blood falling into your eyes and turned all business.

“We have to get that cleaned. Do you have a first aid kit inside?” He asked, guiding you back up the hill by your shoulders.

“Uh, no, though I probably should have,” you said after thinking briefly.

“It’s fine, just hold a paper towel or something against it to stop the bleeding while I run back home and grab mine,” he said without hesitation, leaving you at the entrance while he started running back.

You were left speechless as you watched the blurry blob eventually disappear in the distance before you finally made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of paper towels before going back to sit on the porch while you waited for the — probably hot by the sound of his voice — apparent neighbor you didn’t even know you had.

By the time you noticed him jogging back with a white bag in hand, the bleeding on your forehead had stopped, but there was a dull ache in your hands where you’d caught yourself on the gravel.

He quickly unzipped the bag and took out what he needed before pulling up his jacket sleeves and getting to work.

Neither of you spoke while he cleaned the scrapes with antiseptic, and you couldn’t help but notice the scars all along his arms and hands while he worked, but you didn’t want to be rude and ask about them after just meeting him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you getting so close to him earlier.

“I’m [Y/N],” you finally broke the silence as he placed a large bandage on the palm of your hand, and he jumped as if he’d forgotten you were even there.

“I’m Adam,” he said once he composed himself, placing the trash back in the kit before zipping it closed.

“Well, Adam, I ought to repay you for saving my life,” you grinned as you heard him chuckle at your quip, “How about I feed you for your trouble?”

“That’s alright, it was no trouble really, and I wouldn’t want you to waste your food rations,” Adam tried to stand and decline the offer, but you grabbed his arm, pretending not to notice how he stiffened as your hand was directly on his largest scar.

“Come on, I’ve got enough canned vegetables to last the whole year,” you said gently, not wanting to come across as too pushy, “and some deer sausage in the freezer I’ve been saving for a special occasion. I think this fits the bill.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Adam finally agreed to come in and hang out while you made lunch. You cracked up watching the gigantic guy duck down to go in the front door and then awkwardly sit on your grandma’s tiny old lady couch.

He soon relaxed as time went on, the two of you talking about anything and everything while the food cooked.

You learned Adam was an editor, hence why he could stay up in his house all winter since he worked from home most of the time anyways. You also learned that your grandmother had been his only friend at the lake since he moved in, and while he didn’t elaborate on why, you could hazard a guess based on the scars on his arms.

You also figured out it was Adam who had been somewhat stalking you for the past week every time you went outside.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was just scared of finding out something bad really had happened to your grandma,” Adam complained, “and I didn’t know how you’d take to seeing me while we’re both alone and trapped here for the winter.”

“Oh come on, how am I supposed to be scared of the guy who’s best friends with my grandma?” The two of you laughed and continued on talking about your various interests.

You discovered the two of you actually had a lot in common, from your senses of humor to books you both enjoyed. And you learned a lot about Adam. That he didn’t have any living relatives and, while he was currently making fairly good money as an editor, he hoped to one day write a novel of his own.

The conversation didn’t end even as you ate, and before you knew it, it was almost dark outside.

“Ah, jeez, you can’t go out in that,” you groaned once you looked out the window, “You can hurt yourself or get lost if it gets any later, and it’s a long walk back to your house.”

“It’s fine,” Adam insisted, grinning confidently, “There’s still some light, and I’ve got pretty good night vision, unlike somebody.”

You were skeptical to say the least, especially considering the fact that not once has Adam taken off his sunglasses around you. But, since he was pretty adamant about being able to walk on his own, you quickly gave in so he wouldn’t lose any more light, but not after forcing him to borrow one of your flashlights just in case.

After that, you and Adam got close pretty quickly, though he always seemed to keep some physical distance between you at all times. But, he would come help you clear out the rest of the bedrooms almost daily, so you couldn’t complain, even if the two of you mostly got distracted goofing off in between taking out the old furniture.

You’d given Adam your grandmother’s new number, so he was able to talk to her again, something she had been ecstatic about. And, you were able to have your parents pick up another pair of glasses for you so you could just drive down and get them as soon as the snow cleared.

Fortunately, you’d gotten the majority of the work done before meeting Adam, so there wasn’t really a rush to finish, not that you wanted to finish any time soon. While you had no doubt you and Adam would remain close even after the cabin was sold, you couldn’t help but hope the lazy days of hanging out every day never ended.

Your feelings for Adam had evolved over time, and you finally admitted to yourself you had a crush on the big softie when he slept over one night after you’d fallen asleep on him while he read one of the old books you’d found in one of the rooms out loud so you could listen, too.

Waking up in the morning to find that he’d gone to grab food from his house and made breakfast for the two of you was almost enough to have you get down on one knee and beg him to marry you right there.

In the blink of an eye, the worst of the snow was over and the roads were clear enough for you to finally go get your new glasses. But when you jokingly told Adam you’d finally get to have a good look at him that morning, he suddenly seemed to get distant, announcing that he had to get to work editing some manuscript somebody emailed him, so he probably wouldn’t be able to come over for a while.

You couldn’t shake how sad he had sounded as you drove down the mountainside, but you soon put the thought away as you pulled up to your parents’ house and stayed for a while to eat with them before going to pick up some paint samples and rollers from the hardware store before heading back to the cabin.

After dropping off everything you bought inside the living room, you decided to go visit Adam with your new glasses while checking to see what was wrong.

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