Tell him to stop where he is. I need to know why he smells like one of them.
From Create Your Own Story
"Stop!" You shout at him, raising your bat as a threatening gesture but taking a step back as well. "Why are you here? And why do you smell like one of them? A zombie." He continues to stride forward with those long legs of his and you shout again, "Stop!"
He places a finger to his lips to silence you, a long slender finger pressed against plush pink lips. "Shh," he says softly still striding closer. "If you make so much noise, you'll attract more."
By the time you open your mouth to tell him to stop again, he's already in front of you. You look up at his towering height and can't help but blush as he was handsomer up closer than far away. However, the distinct scent of rot and black goo wafts off him like an expensive perfume and you step away from him, "Why do you smell like one of them?" You attempt another step back from him, but only find the zombie corpse.
For a moment he gives a questioning look, his eyebrows knotting in confusion. "I smell?" he lifts up his shirt and takes a whiff before frowning, "I can't smell anything. Do you think I've been bitten or something?"
"M-Maybe..." you sputter out, suddenly ashamed of asking him such a question. Mentally, you shake your head; this is no time for blushing or being fearful! "Show me," you say weakly. You swallow and try again, "Show me you haven't been bitten."
Again he lifts an eyebrow, "You want me to strip?"
You nod. Oh God.
He shrugs and begins to tug off his coat,"You know, I usually only strip after I know the name of the person I'm stripping for. Or at least, they know my name."
"Then what's your name?" you ask, trying not to stare at him as he lifts his shirt over his head.
"Julian," he says, freeing himself of the fabric. "Julian Blackwell." He is now fully shirtless and says, "Well? Do I pass your inspection?" No bites are present on his flawless skin, only tight muscles and erect nipples.
Well, does he?
