Rotten Bones

I was sitting on the moist wooden bench, waiting. I knew he was coming, but I would not run away from this forever. Then I heard it, the slow drag of moist skin against the dampened grass of the late April showers. I frightfully dug my nails into my legs to keep myself from running. I didn't look up, but I could already smell the stench of my undead love. Kurt had passed away of an illness about a month ago, I witnessed his burial, although I did not witness him slowly digging his way out of the ground and sloppily coming for me. How did I know he was coming for me? Kurt had been like that, he loved me and I loved him, we were of the same. But now he is dead, so he has come for me, he had never wanted to be alone in anything and I knew I'd be his choice of prey tonight. I readied myself, hood up, as I felt his arms go around my neck, a soft grumble escaping his lips. With his unearthly strength, he carried me away as I held my breath to save me from the stench, and gave myself away to my now undead lover.