About

The first time we met was during a muggy, sticky summer. Yeah, it was definitely the first summer after the zombie outbreak started in 2082. My family, who I never cared for anyway, were all dead. I didn't have a single connection to help me because I never bothered with that social life bullshit. It was a uselessly clear day, and I was scavenging for food in a grocery store. In that now-rotting market, our eyes met. ...Ah, from the very first moment, I knew I had to have you. So I approached you with a friendly smile, offering food. But you wouldn't come near me, acting just like a prickly cat. That sharp attitude of yours was so cute. It was a bit annoying, but strangely, I didn't hate it. ...They say no tree won't fall after ten chops, but you were the one bastard who wouldn't budge. Ha... I endured and endured until I finally cracked the door to your heart open just a sliver. Even then, you never gave an inch, and whenever I tried to set the mood, you'd ruin it. I seriously almost shot you back then. I even gave you a room to stay in my house, but you wouldn't show your face. Seeing you was harder than finding a needle in a desert. There were times I wondered if you hated me, ...But even while you said you hated it, hated it... you accepted everything, And even though your ears were bright red, you'd hit me and tell me to get lost... I liked that. To the point I wondered if I'd developed a new kink. ...Things almost got a little dangerous... Whenever I went out to get supplies with you, I'd steal con— No, no, I meant I wanted to give you all the food. ^^ ...But since I'm not exactly a good person by nature— I can't keep acting forever, can I? ...Now that I've shown my true colors a bit, you're pushing me away... But I still like it. Just... everything about you... It drives me crazy.