Born to be Wild

The Idea

Zed's POV

Zed officially hated the werewolves. He had been going back and forth between liking them and hating them. But now he was sure. They had taken Addison away from him. Willa had refused to help.

Times like now he wished Addison was human. She would often spend days or weeks away from Seabrook and never tell Zed or anyone else why. And when she came back, she was always different. Sometimes angry, sometimes sad and jumpy.

Zed had no idea how the so called war was doing. He hadn't seen the vampires in forever or really any of the werewolves. Addison was trying to fix it if he recalled but he didn't know how that had turned out.

He remembered when they had stumbled upon those dead bodies in the clearing. Who had done it? Zed was the last to know.

Addison was also their contact to the human world. Sure Zed and other Zombies had human friends but they weren't as reliable as Addison. Those friends would freak if they saw the true side of the zombies without their Z-bands.

The werewolves were aloof to the humans and zombies. The vampires had been banned from Seabrook. They were dying...right? Had they all died their bloodstone sickness?

Zed took a deep breath. Maybe it was better he didn't know anything. Then he wouldn't get into anything dangerous and no one would hurt his family.

Except that something had happened to the zombies and no one knew why. Zombietown was deathly silent these days, only moans and screams occasionally breaking the silence.

Eliza spent the day typing away of her computer, trying to figure out what was wrong but she hadn't found anything wrong with the technology of the Z-band.

Zed and Eliza didn't speak much because spending so much time together was getting on their nerves. Each of them, being more short-tempered than usual.

Zed spent the day thinking. About Addison, his family, football, everything and anything. Or if he was really board, he read one of Eliza's many books on her shelf.

He was reading one called Life and Times of Harrison J. Brook: A Bibliography of Seabrook's Founder. It was super Seabrooky. Meaning Mr Brook was perfect in every way, their was no mention of any vampires, werewolves or moonstones.

Suddenly his stomach growled very loudly. Zed winced as a small tremor of heat traveled up his arm. "We're going to die Eliza."

Eliza sighed and looked up from her computer. Her eyes were redder than normal and looked tired. "No we aren't. It's only been a day."

"And we haven't slept, moved, or ate. Or gotten any closer to solving this!" Zed said tearing a hand through his hair. He ignored the pain that shot to his head.

"Zed calm down." She looked at him in the eyes. "Breath...One..." She took a deep breath and Zed copied her. "Two...Three. Feel better?"

"I hate this. I don't want to control my emotions. I just want to feel again. How are we going to stop this? We have no leads."

"The humens are working too."

"Really? How do you know?" Zed asked, taking a few more deep breaths. "No human has checked on us in the day we've been gone. Did every zombie make it to Zonbietown? I doubt it. And even if we all did, how has no one been more suspicious that there's no zombies in Seabrook?"

Eliza sighed and turned back to her computer. "I don't know Zed." Silence took over the room, each to their own thoughts.

"Maybe its the humens." Zed said suddenly.