a/n: I don't own the characters or the TV show. I know I used most of the dialogue from the TV show, hope that's okay. The next chapter will be more original and will follow the story line to an extent. This is an Eric and Abby fanfic, it was a request. [Which I am happy to do!] Plus these two are super cute together.

"You're the queen of his spank bank"

Yep. That was the first thing Abby learned about me. Thanks mom. How was I going to talk to her now? I couldn't even look at her anymore. I go to school with her. I have psychology with her. This is worse than Dan. At least he embarrasses me in the safety of my room.

I managed to make it through the day without too much awkwardness. I ended up skipping psychology like the chicken I am though. I just couldn't not after my mom told her that I masturbate thinking about her. I wonder how she knew? What… no no no I don't wanna know.

When I get home neither Dan nor my mom is at home, so I just go to my room and work on homework. I was almost done writing my 5 page paper when the doorbell goes off. Figuring my mom forgot her keys I trudge down the stairs to let her in. I almost choke when I see Abby and her parents standing there. "What did I do?" I ask feeling my throat tightening.

"You're a creeper and we need your help" Abby says nonchalantly. I don't have words to say to that so I just move so they can walk in. Abby heads up the stairs and her parents follow her. Joel looks like he is trying to appear normal, but Shelia has a big smile on her face. I follow them to my room. "Okay. What is it I can help you with?" I say in a voice that sounds so un-manly.

Abby smirks at me and Joel blurts out "My wife has no heart beat." I turn to look at him and he looks deadly pale. "O-kay" I say breaking up the word. "One moment" I say turning to my closet. I pull out my stethoscope and turn to Shelia. "May I?" I ask holding up the listening device. She nods and I put them on. I walk over and direct her to take deep breaths. I didn't hear anything. I step back and think for a moment. I grab a flashlight and shine it into Shelia's eyes. No response.

Next I start questioning Shelia.

Eric - "Have you noticed any deteriorating flesh?"

Shelia – "No" she answered with furrowed brows

E – "Blackening of the skin? Digits or other pieces falling off?"

S – "No" she says this time with a higher pitch in her tone.

E – "Okay."

I grab a notebook and write some things down. Feeling worried that she may be the dead undead I continue to question her.

E – "Have you eaten anything?"

S – "No, but I may have thrown up an organ"

E – "No worries" I say in a worried voice.

Shit shit shit was all I could think. I write down some more notes and Abby steps closer to see what I'm writing. Having her that close to me in my room was intense despite her dead mom and her high dad being in my room. "Hello" I say a little nervous. Just an inch more and she'd be touching me. I could smell her coconut shampoo and boy was it intoxicating.

She looks up at me confused "We already said hello." Good job Eric, way to embarrass yourself even more in front of her parents. I nod awkwardly "When you came in." She nods and bites her lip which is absolutely adorable so I have to look away so as not to make things even more awkward. I look at my notes then back up "I haven't had this many people in my room before."

That was sad. Good job Eric keep it up I yell inside my brain. "You're doing fine" Abby says with a smirk. She is so strangely calm. "Thank you" I say in the same un-manly voice as before. Geez Eric calm down I chastise myself again. I look up and see Joel staring me down. "Do you guys want chairs?" I ask nervously. It would be better if they were sitting down for this. "We just want to know what's going on" Joel yells at me. Damn he looks really … nervous.

"Well… she is dead…" I say in one breath which makes it sound rushed and again awkward. I blame it on Abby being so close to me. It was hard to be normal when I could smell her. "and also undead" I say finishing my thought.

"What the fuck" Joel says. I look at him and he looks tense and a vein is bulging out of his head. He calms quickly though and looks over at me "I'm sorry. What are you saying? She's a Zombie?" "I don't like that word, I think it's inherently negative." I say hoping I sound more normal now.

Shelia says she feels alive and Joel basically says they are having a lot of sex. Well no actually Abby filled me in on that. Gross… "Okay" I say trying to scrub that fact from my brain "Well, one thing we know about the undead is they're completely driven by their id. The id is a part of the brain that demands us to satisfy our desires" I say looking at Abby. She frowns and says "I know what the id is."

I nod, but I don't say that I'm looking at her because it's easier than looking at her parents. I instead keep talking "It just wants whatever it wants." "I sit behind you in Psych" she says with a hint of hurt in her voice. "I know" I say feeling embarrassed. I swallow and finally look away from her.

"How could this happen? We're realtors." Joel says in a defeated voice. "Well most new viruses come from animals like monkeys or bats. As humans destroy their habitats, we're exposed to all kinds of unfamiliar diseases. I mean, we're the ral so-called zombies aren't we? Consuming everything we want without any regard for consequences". As we destroy the earth so, too, do we destroy ourselves." I may have gone way off topic there, but it's not often I get people to listen to my rambling.

"So then a bat or a monkey?" Joel says with a slight flare of annoyance."Maybe" I say knowing full well that was rather unlikely. "Anything else we should know? Not that we know anything." Joel says with a bit of anger in his voice. "Always keep her fed. I'm pretty sure we don't want to find out what happens when she's hungry. And if she starts to show more symptoms like, uh, deterioration or aggression, we may have to" I stop myself. I look at Abby who is waiting for an answer.

"What?" Joel asks sounding on edge. I lick my lips in and lean towards him "bash her brains in…." Everyone goes quiet and I feel really awkward for saying that. Shelia looks okay with the answer, Joey looks distressed and I can't bring myself to look at Abby. "We're realtors." He says meekly. I grimace at his tone. I feel awful for them, but I'm also really intrigued by the whole situation.

We stand there in silence until I speak up "Dan will be home soon. I'd rather him not find the three of you in my room. I'm sorry I couldn't help more." Abby looks at me "You helped a lot. Thank you Eric." She pats my shoulder and her parents follow. They both say "Thank you" before heading out of my room. I go back to my paper, but I find I can't really do much except think about two things. Abby and Shelia. I decided to do some digging to find out more about this situation.

Abby

I was standing near the car waiting for my mom to take me to school when both our cop neighbors excited their houses. Oh lord here it goes. I zone out the bantering and think about that movie that is coming out I want to see. It's about a girl who fights crime. It seemed cool.

The only thing I really heard was the whole "Queen of his spank bank" and that was only because it was directed at me. I look over at Eric in time to see his whole face go red and he slumps in his seat. His eyes flick to me and then to what I assume was his feet. I smirk at him even though he couldn't see and get into the vehicle. He was a cute kid and all I really knew about him was how much he hates his step-dad and apparently I was the star in his fantasies.

I would have picked on him about it, but I didn't see him as often as I normally did. He wasn't even in psychology class. It wasn't that big of a deal though. What was a big deal was when I came home my dad handed me a stethoscope and asked me to find my mom's heartbeat. "What?" I ask confused as I take the listening device. I didn't even know we owned one of these things.

"Something happened today. You're mom threw up a lot and I think she may have died." "I may have thrown up an organ" my mom says handing me a bag with a red ball. I'm not good at anatomy, but I was pretty sure it was an organ. Maybe the gallbladder. "O-kay" I say slowly thinking that maybe they were fucking with me.

"We can't find my heart beat. Ever since my 'episode'." My mom says taking the organ back. I take a deep breath and step forward. I try to find a heart beat for 5 minutes, but nothing. I step back horrified "I don't hear anything" I say with an edge of fear in my voice. "I know right?" My dad comments in an all too calm voice. Standing so close to him I was pretty sure I could smell a little pot. Well this day is getting weirder by the moment.

"There's something else" my mom says. My dad looks at me with confusion so he obviously didn't know about it either. "But no one freak out because I feel fine." I swallow hard as my mom picks up a pair of cuticle scissors and slices it over her hand. "Look. No blood" she says in a slightly fascinated voice. My stomach churned and my dad lets out a small grossed out groan.

"Still no one freak out!" She says waving a hand at him. I feel like I might pass out as she squeezes her hand and a black gooey substance begins pouring out. When I hear a loud thump behind me I just know I'll pass out next. This is seriously fucked up. I wake up to my mom standing over me. I flinch from the closeness. She helps me stand and we both work on getting my dad to come too.

We go downstairs and drink orange juice before saying anything. "Is the juice helping?" my mom asks as she chows down on raw meat. No. It isn't helping when you see your mom being stranger than normal. "Uh-huh" my dad says so I follow his lead "Yep." Even though it was a straight up lie. I might pass out again, so I take another sip of juice. There will be no more passing out.

"I can cook that meat for you sweetheart" my dad says trying to sound normal. "I'm fine" she says as she shovels more meat into her mouth. That can't be good. "We should go back to the emergency room" my dad says. I nod my head, but I'm unable to look away from my mom. What the hell is going on?

"No!" she says loudly. "I'm sorry Look I know things are very wrong, but I feel good. I have all this energy and, like a focus" she says with a hopeful smile. "I can't go to a hospital where they're gonna put me in a tube and prick me and poke me. They might never let me come home again." She says looking genuinely worried. "Bad for you because we're having spectacular sex." She says with a smirk towards my dad.

"Ew" I say because anything sex related to my parents is absolutely gross. The wheels in my mind keep going before I can pull the stop lever and I realize that they must have done it today. This whole thing has only been going on for a day. "Ew!" I say with a more grossed out inflection in my voice. I turn to look at my dad. He ignores the look and walks toward my mom.

"Whatever this is, we need to talk to someone because we are not experts. And this is just the sort of thing the internet will have a lot of misinformation about." My mind automatically goes to Eric. Okay so maybe I knew a lot more about him than I let on. I like to know who I'm living near. For example Dan is in a gay porno which was really hard to find and super gross to watch. After 2 minutes of him grunting and sweating I was sure it was him, but those 2 minutes were something I could never un-see. It's the price I pay for being intensely curious. Eric's mom is signed up on 3 different dating websites and Rick is addicted to online poker. I'm good at finding things on the internet. It was how I knew Eric is super obsessed with all things weird.

"I know someone" I say calmly so as not to show that this was a weird thing for me to know. "Who?" my dad asks intrigued. "A creeper" I say making up the term on the spot and deciding I loved it. "What's a creeper?" My mom asks looking concerned. Eric I think, but I say "The kind of nerd who specializes in disturbing, weird or gruesome shit." I say letting the s-word slip. I don't think they mind at the moment though because my mom pretty much takes all priority at the moment.

It took a few more minutes of convincing, but eventually they agreed to go and see Eric with me. He looks surprised, but let's us in. I head straight to his room without thinking. He didn't call me out on knowing where his room was without me asking. It wasn't that hard to guess, but I had known for a while. I'm a different type of creeper. A stalker, but not in a creepy way. Maybe I should make up a term for myself.

I snap out of my thoughts when Eric begins talking. I stay quiet as he questions my mom. They seemed all good questions, but not any I had thought of. He writes some things down and me being the curious thing I am, I lean closer to see his writing. It's just some notes about her abnormal response and zero decaying signs. "Hello" he squeaks out. I want to laugh, but it seems inappropriate. I'm reminded from earlier about how he thinks about me while he jacks off.

I glance over at his bed and vivid images of him doing so flash across my mind "We already said hello" I respond looking up at him. "From when you came in" he says in a nervous voice. I nod and bite my lip to keep from laughing. I've never had anyone get flustered around me before. It was cute and made me feel… kind of giddy.

"I haven't had this many people in my room before" he says looking at my parents. I want to say a sarcastic remark such as I bet you haven't had anyone other than your mom in here, but it sounded mean and a little gross. He was being nice and calm which was more than I could say for myself. "You're doing fine" I reassure him in a voice I feel is too confident for the given situation. I smirk at him again when his cheeks turn pink and he says "Thank you."

He looks away and takes a subtle gulp of air. "You guys want chairs?" I have to smile at this because it's a ridiculous question. If he was going to say anything then he could go ahead. I was determined not to pass out again. My dad is a bit tense though and he gets a bit rude. "We just want to know what's going on." I try to keep my annoyance at his attitude, but I'm pretty sure it shows on my face.

"Right" Eric says sounding a little caught off-guard, but not scared. "Well… she is dead and also undead." He says in an unsure yet calm voice. My dad being the most freaked out screams "What the fuck!" The whole room goes quiet and he takes a moment before speaking again. "I'm sorry. What are you saying? She's a Zombie?" He asks looking dead himself. Eric handle sit pretty well though. "I don't like that word, I think it's inherently negative."

I stay quiet and watch the two as they talk. "I don't like it either" my dad says. "Let's not use it" Eric says softly. My mom pops up "I don't feel dead and undead. I feel the opposite. Totally alive" My dad agrees and says "She's been very….. Exuberant" "Exuberant?" Eric questions. I lean in and say in a softer voice "Yeah, they're doing it a lot." He moves away from me and says "O-KAy" in an uncomfortable voice.

He takes a breath and goes on to explain why that may be. He mentions the id which I know he knows I learned about in psych with him, but he leans over and explains it to me anyway. "I know what the id is" I finally say. "It just wants whatever it wants" he continues. "I sit behind you in Psych" "I know" he says and his cheeks are turning pink again. The kid is too adorable when he is nervous.

I nod my head and he goes back to talking to my parents. He explains about how she could have contracted a virus and how we should always keep her fed. At least we learned one solid thing from this venture.