4.4 There are no zombies on your lawn

warning: gore and partial nudity. Nothing naughty though, just some runaway nipples

     It's something familiar with this. If I turn around, I'll see her. I don't want to see her, but if I turn around, I will.

     ZOMBIE!!!

     Greenish and eerie, the fullmoon light usually made it difficult to sleep. Howling werewolves, bats, cackling witches and other unfamiliar creatures alledgedly crawled out of hiding. Though science kept proving that the fullmoon didn't affect anything or anyone. Other than it making the nights lighter.
     Hello? He'd never had problems falling asleep during fullmoon, staying asleep was a different story: Take a deep breath and repeat that? The voice at the other end was manic: What?

      There's a zombie on my lawn!

     Did you just say there's a zombie on your lawn? Are you sure you didn't just have a nightmare? he tried keeping his voice as low as possible, so no one would wake up. But no such luck, as Bella was already looking like a big scaredydog. By the look on her face, he hoped there'd never be any zombies in his garden.

     I didn't dream! I woke up, walked downstairs and it was staring through the window!! I don't know what to do!! Just because she'd had a nightmare first, doesn't mean there wasn't a zombie in her garden!!! Why didn't anyone ever listen to her?!
     After a long pause, the voice at the other end answered: Just stay where you are. I'll be right over.

     Daniel sighed and looked over at his newest girlfriend, hoping she didn't wake up. It was so typical. Maren had went completely mental on him over Aino, so he'd stopped seeing her. The sex wasn't that good anyway, so no big loss. Instead he'd started dating Marlen.
     Then he sighed quietly. Zombies? Really? He could've just told her to sleep it off, but it was something about a beautiful woman in distress that made it difficult saying no.

     He sighed another time. He didn't blame Maren not wanting to see him again, because he'd probably be all over the redhead the second he got the chance. Not that it would've been bad, because him and Maren wasn't dating or anything. But Aino had made it clear, she wasn't interested in a relationship, and he couldn't really do anything other than respecting that. She was a bit strange anyway.  He was so tired.... This had to be the strangest call he'd ever gotten.

     Daniel had barely started thinking about getting out of bed, before Marlen woke: What are you doing? Her eyelids seemed as heavy as his own.
      I'm just taking a little trip out, his body still threatened to fall asleep any second: It's raining. Where are you going?
     This might not be the right time to tell: Nowhere special, his voice was thick with sleep: I just got a phonecall. 
     From who? She did sound suspicious, but then again; who wouldn't: No one special. Just a friend that had a little emergency.
     What type of emergency? Nothing special, just the usual threat from zombies: I'm not entirely sure
     Does your friend have a name?

      Yes, Aino. No point lying about that, it was all innocent: That sounds familiar... It's a woman? Marlen sounded suspicious
     Yes she's a woman. And I think she thought someone was in garden, but I'm not sure. She lives just down the street. I'll be back in a short while. If he were lucky that is
     Then tell her to call the police. I don't like you going to some womans house in the middle of the night. Yeah, he got that. He wouldn't have liked the opposite either: There's nothing to worry about.

      How is that "nothing to worry about"? What? Is she some bimbo that wears warpaing or something?
    Yeah, she does use a lot of makeup. That was true atleast: Typical. Bet she's really ugly without. Probably has bad skin then. Sheesh, what was up with all the comments about looks. She hadn't even seen her.

     Just tell the truth, just tell her that you're going out in the middle of the night to the house of some beautiful woman, that looks amazing with makeup. And even better without. Tell your girlfriend, that she has a perky arse, huge breasts and long legs you'd love to have around your ears. And that she barely uses clothes: She's nowwhere near as beautiful as you. Okay, now he was just beeing mean. Marlen was beautiful, it was just that Aino... she made his blood boil.

       The important thing is that Marlen was happy with the answer: Well, if that's the case... I can come with you... 
       That was a terrible idea, in every single way possible: If you want to, but it would be great if you could stay here with the dogs. Besides, it's raining as you mentioned. He sighed again: I really don't want to go.... 
     No no, Marlen said with a smug grin: Go to your ugly friend. She probably thinks she has a shot with you. I bet that she has a crush on you... If Marlen only knew how absolutely right she was about that, she'd be breathing fire right now. Laughing a bit, Daniel answered: I doubt it...

     She was going to die. She was going to get eaten by a zombie and die! Drawing breath in and out of the nose in short, shallow breaths it wasn't like she was hyperventilating. It just was very similar! She'd wanted to phone dad, but dad was a sim so the zombie could eat him, but Daniel was a doll so he wouldn't get eaten. Because toys didn't get eaten. It made a lot of sense to her. What was that sound? Had it broken through the door? Please don't eat the cats. She loved her cats.

     Now it was knocking on the door! It was the most polite, murderous zombie in the history of simnation! What if it had laces of flesh hanging from it's face? What if it's eyeballs were all white, or the eyesockets empty? With bloodless skin and a halfeaten face!! It was knocking again!!

     Despite that odd greenish tint that came with the combination of fullmoon and street lights, it turned out it wasn't the zombie knocking: There are no zombies on your lawn. He leaned against the doorframe, slightly soaked because of the short walk in the rain. He had to be a bit chilly, and who the hell had parked outside her house?! Stupid neighbours could park outside their own house. It wasn't Daniels, because he didn't own a car.
     Are you sure? 
     I checked the garden, both in the front and back; there are no zombies. In the movies it was always a cat: Was it a cat? Aino hoped there was a cat: No, not cat either. It wasn't anything out there.

      No zombies? 
     No zombies. he paused for a while, pretending not to notice the large ammount of cats that walked around her legs, or her catslippers, or catundies. Though it was interesting that her sleepwear covered more of her body than her daily outfit. She still looked hot though: Are you going to be okay? She really was a cat- lady.
     Mhm... She nodded. She was totally fine, she wasn't scared. There were no zombies in her garden: Are you sure there were nothing there?
     Yes, I'm sure there was nothing there. Are you sure you're going to be fine. You don't look fine. 
     I'm fine.

      Sheesh, women were hopeless: You don't look like you're fine. You're crying and short of breath. 
     I'm not crying. Her eyes were just watering, that happened sometimes: You're crying. 
     I'm not, I'm not crying! Are you sure there weren't any zombies outside? She kept up the panicked look: Yes, I'm sure there were no zombies outside. She jumped when the car behind him started.

     Why couldn't she just answer yes, it would be so much easier: I'm going to come inside, you're not fine. He wasn't a big fan of not listening, but she wasn't fine: I'm fine, she sounded like she had hickups: You're not fine..... 
     I'm.... he interrupted her: You're not fine. I'm coming inside now. Okay?
     Okay... Wow, she was really easy to get a yes from. 

     I was so sure I saw one.... Aino still wasn't convinced there wasn't one outside. It had stared at her with that scary zombieface: Maybe you saw something else?
     I mean, I had a bad dream. But I woke up and went downstairs, and I saw it outside the window. It was just there, smeared up against it.
     Okay.... He didn't believe her, men never did: I was just so.... she didn't have time to be embarassed now. Let's face it, she did so many odd things that it was impossible for her to get embarrassed at anything.

     It was outside the window, next to the door? Aino got what he was trying to say, if she'd seen the zombie outside that window. Because she would've seen it differently then, dark pieces of wood splitting it's image in half. And she hadn't. She'd seen it through that very window, but without anything blurring the sight: Oh.... Had she really just imagined it?
    Maybe you were dreaming that you walked down here? 
    Maybe...
     Well, look at that, she'd been so certain and now he'd gotten her to agree to what he said again. Not that it was a bad thing in this case: Where did you phone me from?
    My bedroom... at the second floor.

     Do you remember that you went back up again?
     No. He was so right, and so amazing. And he had so pretty brown eyes, and he looked like he had really soft lips. Not that she had any interest in him in any other way than a friend ofcourse. No, no: there's no zombie on my lawn, I was dreaming it. 
    Probably. She'd imagined a lot of dead stuff throughout her life. Like her imaginary friends for instances, they had always been dead. And then she'd dreamt about... that man, and then she'd dreamt about a zombie. With dark eyes, like the guy had had. Or had they been light? She couldn't really remember it that well.

     Noticing the dreamy way she kept looking, Daniel figured it was best to break things up: How about you go and clean up a bit. He didn't want to be That guy. And he really shouldn't be anyones dream- man anyway. Definitly a lot of better candidates for that position. Besides, they were a terrible match. Really, they were. So why couldn't he just stop thinking about her?
     Okay...

     Two bottles of wine, the horror channel, and you think there's a zombie in your garden....
     Yeah... Aino was a bit more awake now than earlier. She didn't get how she could've been so stupid. But it was to much of a hassle to be embarassed about it: Did you want wine? I have a whole cellar full.
     No thanks... wait, You have a winecellar? How in simnation could she afford this place, if it had three floors and a cellar? The house was enormous: Technically it's nectar.... but yeah. 
     Why don't you turn off the tv before bed?
     So that my cats don't get lonely... duh...

     I don't get why you watch the horror channel, if it scares you that much.
     I'm not scared of horrormovies. They terrified her, but that was another story. That didn't mean she'd admit it: Please, you're so scared you're barely watching the screen right now.
     Well, you're talking to me so what was I supposed to do. 
     You can just switch over to the romance channel... he teased her. She was such a sucker for that romantic stuff: I do not watch the romance channel. I'm not that type of girl
     Please, I saw that book you read at the beach. All pink and with that long haired guy holding a woman in his arms. It couldn't even have looked more like a romantic novel.

     I'm willing to bet it's about someone named Bertand... Might as well take her attention away from whatever it was that had scared her: No one is named Bertrand.
     Yeah, Bertrand and ... Josephine? Am I right?  He didn't know the first thing about this: There's no Bertrand. Daniel was offended on behalf of everyone named Bertrand: What's wrong with Bertrand?! It's a solid name! And Aino fell right into that trap: It's a good name! But main characters in romancenovels are never named Bertrand!

     So I was right then, you do devour pocket novels...

     I don't devour anything! She didn't! I just took that one with me to the beach! Come on, it's not like I usally read that type. I read real litterature. The type smart sims read! Atleast she had at some point in her life, like at uni. She'd read lots of books for smart sims then: And what type of litterature is that?
     Ehm... Gone with the sim?
     That's romance....
     Swanewhite?
     Romance....
     Thornsims
     Still romance. You didn't have to actually read those type of books, to know them. They were amongst the most famous ones ever written, so "everyone" had heard of them.

     It's not romance!! There was other things then romance in them, so why were they even classified as romantic. She bet it was because a woman wrote then: It is to romance. I bet that Bertrand... 
     There is no Bertrand! What was it with him and that name?!
     .. that Bertrand is in love with Josephine, but she's either of to fine family, or...
     There's no Joesphine either... Well, Josephine was a pretty common name in books.
     Or that Josephine is an unrurly young woman, just waiting for the right man.

     So typical of men thinking it was the only thing that went on in womens heads: No one is waiting for the right man, just men think that. I mean, if I read romance novel I'd know. Which I don't.
     That was a romance novel. I bet that Bertrand was a stranger that came into Josephines life, and swiped her off her feet. Was he a lot more manlyman than the other ones? Is that what Josephine sees in him?
     I don't read about that
    What does her bethroted think about that? Did he and Bertrand go off to war whilst Josephine stayed home and worried? Wrote letters maybe? Did the bethroted die?

     Okay fine! I read romance- novels and I love it. okay? And for your informatin, I read "the white cliffs" and it's not about Bertrand. It's about James and Margaret. They are in love, but she's stuck in a marriage with John. John loves her, but she doesn't love him. Okay? Are you happy now? 
     Well, that was easy to get her to admit. He was a bit dissappointed about one thing though: So, no war? 
     Well, yes. John goes to war whilst Margaret and James stays home. But she writes John and then realise that she really loves him.
     Good, there was a war then. Can't have a romantic novel without a war. Or could they? How does it end?
     ....John dies in the war...

     He laughed: I knew it! Romance is so predictable. Unlike manlymen things, that was about some wrinkled old douchey bloke, that was around twice the age of the leadwoman. And she always needed to be rescued by him, because for some reason she lost all skills and common sense when... okay, maybe that was a bit predictable to: Ah, well atleast her and Bertrand...
      James...
      James lives happily ever after. You are a sucker for a happy ending. Romantic stuff always ended happily. Atleast he assumed so, he'd only seen any movies because he'd hoped to get in some womans trousers anyway.
     He dies. 
     What?

     He dies. When Margaret rejects him, he falls into a deep depression and starts drinking and gambling. Eventually the debt gets to high, and he gets killed as a warning. Then Margaret is all alone. That was Ainos favourite part about romance, the chance that no one got a happy ending
     What? Why? 
     Because she deserves it. 
     How?
     She deserves to be alone. In a romance- novel beeing alone is clearly going to be the worst. She's greedy and wants two lovers but doesn't want to choose. And hurts both of them in the process. Aino felt connected to the selfish part, she knew how that was. She marries a man she doesn't love because it benefits her. Just like mum had done. Poor John loves her dearly and she doesn't even care about him.... And only when he's far away she starts acting like she loves him. It's easy to claim you love someone when they are nowhere near you, and you most likely won't see them again.

     So yeah, she deserves it and has it comming. She dies miserable and alone, scorned by society and her family just like she deserves. Selfish sims doesn't deserve love or happiness. Aino especially liked the fact that that happened even if Margaret had been pretty as a doll. The pretty ones always got unfair advantages.
     I don't think that's the point of romance novels... So, they didn't all end happily then?
    Ofcourse that's the point. What else would it be?  
    Isn't it just the drama and different faiths of them that's supposed to be the point? You know, to make the reader feel connection and care. How the fuck would he know, he was still a bit shocked.
     Oh? I liked my version better.

     Okay.... I kind of thought you were in it for the happy endings... This was getting a bit strange for his liking: They rarely end happy. Like for us real sims. Where was this coming from? Had she always been this depressing: You think it rarely ends happily for us sims?
      Ofcourse. Just look around. Sims get hurt each day for no reason. Then other sims runs to them and tells what they should've done different. Rinse and repeat. All in all we just care about ourselves and will walk over bodies to get what we want. Or just so that someone else won't get it. Wow, he kind of liked her better when she was dissolved in tears. What was it about nightfall that made her go all creepy?

     So you're not planning on beeing happy?
     I already am happy. I have my cats and my job. How is that not happiness? They weren't going to leave her before they died after all. But both Gilbert and Sekhmet were getting old, and she didn't want them to. She didn't need anyone else then her cats
     Sheesh, what was going on: So you don't want a family or anything? 
    No, I want to be happy. Why? Didn't she look happy?

     Few things were worse than to wake up to mornings bright, white light. Aino wasn't sure how they'd ended up like this, but somewhere along the night, they'd gotten tired and fallen asleep. It wasn't like she'd taken advantage of him getting tired, and snuggled up to him or something.
     She hoped he didn't wake up. Maybe if she kept pretending that she was asleep, he wouldn't wake up and leave. She hated the uncertainty. It wasn't like she really believed he was a doll, but... she couldn't just let the thought go either. Mum had said it could happen, dad had said he thought it was a possibility, and then there was that book she'd read as a teenager.

     And there was the little thing about him still beeing present. He had no reason to keep on seeing her, and with all her general weirdness he didn't leave. Not to mention that he'd known all the stuff about her at the park the first time they'd met.
     She'd never fallen asleep in the livingroom before. Damned that nectar, it was definitely to blame. But even there she couldn't do it right; she should've gotten drunk and had drunk sex. Instead she'd ended up watching horrorflicks that freaked her out, and fell asleep on top of some guy. 
     Not that it wasn't enjoyable. But she'd rather have him naked.... no wait that's right, she was tired of friends with benefits, because they just left you. But if Daniel wasn't her doll, he'd left by now, wouldn't he? What other reasons did he have to keep meeting her?

     It didn't matter how still she tried staying, because he woke up either way. Stupid light: Morning
     Good morning... Aino answered, hoping he wouldn't notice her morning breath: I didn't meant to fall asleep on top of you. I'm sorry...   
     It's no problem, he grunted. His neck had to be aching from the position he'd been sleeping in- but she didn't want to move. On the other hand, she couldn't stay on top of him either. What if he thought she was heavy, and he was just to polite to mention it?

     They kept looking for eachother for a while, before Daniel said: I should probably go home. Marlens going to kill me. Or he'd just waited for her to move.
     I thought her name was Maren.
     The confusion with names weren't surprising: Marlens another one....
     Oh, okay. She took another break, still staring at him: Sorry that I weirded out last night. I'm not used to drinking.
     It's okay. I got that.

     He had to think she was absolutely mad by now. Why couldn't she do anything right. How did other sims act normal all the time, and more importantly; why couldn't she: Sorry...
     It's okay. She kept staring at him for a lot longer, until he finally said: If I'm going to get back to Marlen, you have to get off me...
     Oh, okay... sorry... It wasn't like having his arms around her and the position they were laying turned her on or something. She was just... she just needed a really cold shower afterwards.
     It's okay...

     He had to go home to Marlen... what a stupid name, almost like a marlin. Bet Marlenmarlin didn't have catunderwear- catunderwear was the best. She didn't need anyone to come home to, she didn't need anyone. Not that she was bitter...
     But this was it, she had to arrange a meeting with her mother. Mum would know if Daniel was her doll. If he were her doll, he would never stop beeing her friend, and with the weird way she'd acted last night he was still here. So that meant the idea was valid! She didn't want to think about the other option, because then mum had been wrong. Mum had taught her everything she knew, so if mum was wrong, she didn't know what to believe anymore. And that was a scary though.


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poses: clover, ag, fyachii, mypalsims, tinu, dill, imho,

I tried letting marlen having her top on, but it looked a bit strange. It kind of cut the picture. So I left both of them topless instead. I mean, it might be my age, maybe it's the fact that I've seen topless women of all ages on the beach all of my childhood years, or it might be because I've breastfed in public. And they were on real people. But it just seems strange that female- pixelnipples is supposed to be worse than male- pixelnippels, so... Hey, I managed two chapters with no nudity. If it weren't so warm I'd give myself a cookie for that

For a hopless romantic sim, Aino doesn't roll a lot of flirt or romance wants. I've been trying the online date thing to, but she seems fairly unlovable and unloving at the moment.

As a side note, Aino and Daniel has met eachother on a few more occations, and visited eachothers homes. In case it seemed a bit odd that she phoned him. So they already have the "good friend" status.

Thanks for reading