Who: Liv & Revy What: An interview with a zombie (also known as 'Revy just wants to meet a goddamn zombie') When: Late August Where: The Morgue Warnings: BRAAAAAAAAAAAINS, but not really Status: Complete!
A fuckin’ zombie. Christ. Only in the OC, yeah? Revy had a gist of the supernatural population peppered about, the typical vampire or werewolf sap that sounded like they were straight out of a teen novel but a fuckin’ zombie was definitely a new one. The shit end of a stick, too, because she doubted the poor bitch who got stuck eating brains for the rest of her life wanted this - Leon’s shitty knee-jerk reaction had her actually feel sort of sorry for someone she’d never met.
But being caught eating brains by her rat, that was something.
It wasn’t like she made it a goal to purposefully stop by the morgue, but picking up beer at a liquor store nearby made her realize the proximity and, well, why the fuck not? Who knows if she’d get a sneak peak of the brain-eater. Revy’s curiosity was officially ignited, and after parking and whipping out one can of beer to pop open she ventured in. A bit surprised how it was easy enough to come in, but there was someone at the front desk dicking around on the computer with an earbud in - all the ex-con had asked for was a ‘Liv,’ and she was pointed straight to her direction.
No ID, no questions? Jesus fuck, she could just come in and steal a body then.
There was a semi-polite knock to announce her arrival, and Revy poked her head in hesitantly. “Hello?”
People always seemed to randomly pop in and out of the morgue. Sometimes it was work related but most times it was just someone coming to see her. Occasionally to stitch up a random wound. Which she wasn’t in the mood to do today. Hell she wasn’t even in the mood to be at work. But you know girl’s gotta eat. And in her case that was directly linked to being at work.
She was in the middle of checking instagram when someone entered the morgue. “Can I help you?” Liv asked trying her best to disguise her annoyance as she set down her phone.
A little fuckin’ obvious who she was, when the fabled zombie was as pale as death and hair drained of color - any ‘quirky’ appearance around these parts could usually be chalked up thanks to the grace of the OC’s horseshit. At least she didn’t walk in on her ripping apart someone’s stomach to slurp up guts? Other than the strange look, zombie-woman didn’t look cannibalistic, or like her face was rotting off.
“Just wanted to see the zombie for myself,” Revy snorted, taking a sip of her canned beer - it was still cool from the fridge she’d brought it from, and nothing like a crisp but cheap ale in the middle of a California summer. “And see why Leon flipped out so much. Maybe almost apologize for him being a judgmental dickwad. He done it himself yet?”
Meet the zombie? Liv was shocked. Which really she shouldn’t be. She knew she didn’t exactly look ‘normal’ anymore. Although she definitely didn’t look the the typical zombie with rotting flesh. And this was the place of the strange. Where vampires and witches were all over the place. But then the girl mentioned Leon. Ah it all made sense now.
“He did, yeah,” Liv replied with a small nod. “How do you know Leon?” But hey at least she thought Leon had been a dick with his reaction. Liv was already liking this woman.
That question had been easy to answer a month ago, but now she was fucking the dumbass and they’d agreed to some kind of exclusive relationship without the pretentious facebook status changes - so there wasn’t technically a label, but. “We’re close,” Revy then answered, shoulders shrugging, and she slipped a thumb into her denim pocket as she leaned against the wall.
“You blew another hole into his world view, he did what he does best and freaked out.” Jump the gun, draw conclusions, approach things with a bit of hypocrisy but he came around - Leon wasn’t perfect. A fuckup with good intentions, and she figured that’s what her twisted attraction to him was. “You’d think with how long he’s been here he’d get used to this sort of thing.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Because really you lived in this place long enough you had to realize there were things that could be classified as monsters out there. And that just because the species was known to be monstrous didn’t mean they all were. Liv was just trying her best to survive.
“Well I’m glad he had someone to talk some sense into him. It would have sucked to have to adjust to a new detective to work with. And I doubt they’d take me to crime scenes.” She slowly made her way over to the woman, extending her hand. “Name’s Liv.” Probably better to be on a first name basis, or be known as her name than as ‘the zombie’.
Leon, change, and weird shit didn’t mix - but he came around, usually. Maybe he was even a little more sane than the rest of them for being so resistant and skeptical about things they shrugged off. Most people just learned to roll over and accept the natural order of what the fuck in Orange County, but Leon didn’t. It was going to get his dumb ass in trouble one day.
“Revy,” she answered, returning the shake. Liv would always be ‘the zombie’ to her, but she’d make an effort to actually use her real name to her face. “I told him I wouldn’t really blame you wanted to crack his head open and slurp out his brains or whatever it is you do, but I’m glad the cocksucker came around.”
Revy. Oh Revy. Now Liv knew who this was. Well she had at least heard Leon mention her once or twice. “Tempting,” Liv agreed with a small smirk. Leon’s reaction hadn’t been the best especially considering how many other ‘monsters’ were around Orange County. But it could have been worse and he had come around eventually. It was more hurtful that he would think that she was deliberately evil. She was doing the best she could considering everything.
“But I think I’ll leave him alive for now,” she joked. “I’m good with my corpse brains.” If she had to be a zombie might as well get some good out of it. And help solve the murders of said corpses. “Sounds like you have some pull with Leon though?” she asked raising a brow. Plus she was like the only girl Leon had ever mentioned to Liv. At least by first name.
Never did she ever fucking think she’d joke about eating brains in some kind of double-whammy potentially serious way but there you have it. The miracles of this shithole, it really was somethin’. Too bad she didn’t bring the rest of the beer in with her; she’d share, but she doubted any superior would smile upon an employee examining dead bodies with a buzz.
“Give him enough shit, he’ll eventually listen,” Revy shrugged. It’d worked so far before the fucking started, so she was sure Liv could benefit from her luxurious nugget of wisdom. “What excuse have you even been telling him about your appearance, anyway? You’re as white as a fucking ghost.” It was safe to assume she didn’t always look like this, and while it was good she didn’t have skin falling off her face she also didn’t exactly look normal.
Though she could see where someone could chalk it up as some quasi-goth appearance to make a statement or whatever the fuck kids did these days.
Ah, her appearance. Leon had been super curious about that. “Basically I just explained it was a dream thing.” Which she was never positive if Leon had bought it or not. Probably not. But oh well. He knew for sure now.
“Somehow I knew Leon would be the one person in this place that had a problem with zombies.” It was true there might be others, but none that Liv knew of. Most people she was friends with was either used to Orange County oddness or was something odd themselves. Leon could talk to animals, see them as human even but apparently that wasn’t enough to be cool with having a zombie ME.
“Leon has a problem with anything he can’t understand,” Revy rolled her eyes and alright, she was trash-talking the closest thing she had to a goddamn boyfriend but it was fucking true, and she never had a problem calling him out on his crap to his face. “We both know he’s not a bad guy. Just stupid sometimes. You can tell him I said that whenever you see him, but the fucker already knows. Anyway...”
Honey-brown eyes peeked around the morgue, morbidly (hah) curious. It was a little cold here. “Not a bad job for what you are. It’s the perfect cover.” Another sip of her cheap piss beer. “Any reason why you’re not going into a flesh-eating rampage or are the zombies in your dreams sensible with feelings?”
“Sometimes?” Liv asked with a smirk, one brow quirked. If you asked her Leon was definitely stupid most of the time. Well not when it came to solving murders, but he did rely on her a lot for that. Who knew how he fared on his own. So yes definitely most of the time.
“Right? In the dreams it’s the reason I switched careers. Here I was actually already a ME.” Not that Revy needed her life story but Liv was over sharing a bit lately.
“Some are. As long as we eat on a regular basis we can stay somewhat human. But if a zombie goes too long without eating they basically turn into mindless,” she paused remembering the word Leon had used. “Monsters.” It was true, she just wasn’t one of them.
Revy didn’t see the problem with it - these guys were dead, the fuck were they going to use their brains for? Not like Liv was out killing people and harvesting their organs for a midnight snack. It was the most humane way to do it, and she’d rather have a well-fed and human-like zombie than one running on one simple, basic instinct: the need to feed.
Jesus fuck did she want to marathon whole load of zombie movies now.
“Are you contagious?” she questioned, seriously. “Most pieces of fiction have the whole zombie bullshit be part of biological warfare that got out when it shouldn’t have. Like a virus that spreads? Just askin’ - almost everything I’ve seen and heard about zombies involve bites spreading it. Mass zombie production, all that shit. Is swapping body fluids with a human gonna get ‘em infected?”
She was most definitely contagious. Honestly Liv was a little surprised Leon hadn’t asked her this question yet. But whatever, she was more than happy to answer any questions Revy had. Especially someone who was so willing to accept her. Even convinced her so called friend to accept her.
“Sort of,” Liv replied. “If I scratch or bite a human they will turn.” At least that was how it worked in her dreams. She assumed it would be the same way here but she wasn’t about to test it. “And then no sex.” Ugh celibacy. “It’s not transferred through spit though.” She had definitely kissed Major a few times in her dreams and he was humanish.
Good to know. Revy could accept the fact she craved human organs for sustenance, but she also watch the fuck out - she didn’t think she’d look good with the white-hair pale-faced look. “No spit? Then how does the bite work? Your teeth poisonous or somethin’?”
Regardless, she’d make a mental note to not share cigarettes or drink after her. Way too fuckin’ risky. No offense, zombie, but she did hope she had a damn good vibrator on hand if she had to succumb to celibacy.
That was a fairly good point. “If you have a cut in your mouth it’d probably transfer over. It’s basically like a super intense STD that condoms don’t protect against.” Unfortunately for her. “So for bites it’d be spit mixing with blood. And yeah not good.” She frowned. It wasn’t easy being a zombie. Revy was the first person that actually asked about how it transferred and all that which was surprising when Liv thought about it. But then most people probably figured they knew zombie lore.
Revy wasn’t going to assume shit. No issues with zombie here, or whatever vampire or werewolf that blended in with the rest of humanity, but questions were usually a good thing to know what you were around to begin with. It was fuckin’ gnarly, anyway, the zombie thing - probably a first around these.
“Huh,” she contemplatively mumbled, finishing her canned beer after a final gulp. “Good to know. Don’t want to accidentally turn into one of you or anything - don’t take that personally.”
Liv didn’t take any offense at all. She wouldn’t want to be a zombie if she could help it. Couldn’t blame anyone else. She was about to respond when her phone beeped with a twitter notification. Of course Liv had to check it, quickly before turning back to Revy. “Oh em gee we need to take a selfie!” she said rushing over to her and holding up her phone before she could protest.
“What the fuck,” was what she had said during the entire ‘selfie-taking’ event. There wasn’t even a fucking chance to process it, because before she knew it she looked like a deer caught in headlights and the picture was snapped. Revy took a side-step back to regain an acceptable circumference of personal space. “Alright, zombie, I think I should go. You got shit to do - like take selfies - and I came in hopes to see you eat a brain. I’ll have to catch you when you’re hungry.”
Taking selfies was so much more fun than eating brains. But hey at least she wasn’t vomiting like Leon had. “Okay,” Liv replied cheerfully. “I’ll see you around. Tell Leon I said hi.” Though she’d probably text him soon enough anyway but whatever. “Nice meeting you,” she added already going back to her phone. Time to post that selfie!