Bre listened as he said love first. She listened and kept relaxing as he said he wouldn't control her. Consequences she could handle. She had to deal with them her whole life.<br/>She felt herself choke as he said he couldn't keep others memories intact. "I don't have anyone. My best friend and lover were taken from me. Their all that matters. Mattered." She corrected.<br/>She listened as he talked about zombies and things getting ugly. "I don't know, Helk! I have no idea what is happening. You asking me to become undead, which I already am. How can you change me to what I already am? I'm half Death. He took part of me but I took more from him." She knelt on the bed and tugged her sweatshirt and tank top up above her chest, showing the ragged scar that ran from the lower part of her shoulder all the way down to bottom left of her rib cage.<br/>"How can you make me undead when I already am half way there?" She challenged, dropping her shirt and sweater back down.<br/>"I have no idea what will happen. I need to know something first." She paused. "Have you ever asked anyone to do this before?"