Jul 08, 2005 13:41
Last night I was transformed into what I have always been meant to be: an honest-to-God flesh eating zombie. After eating the leg of one stupid bitch, I had many, many flesh wounds attachted to my face and arms. After hours of waiting around I fought the main girl who totally should have been killed if you ask me. After grabbing her from by her hair from the back of her head I tossed her ass on the ground, gave my best zombie swagger, and the show down began. With a look of terror in her eyes I mocked her, my red eyes meating hers,waiting for my chanced to attack. But it wasnt meant to be. Seeing as how the living have more brain power than the undead, she broke my leg with her baseball bat, hit me over the head, then proceeded to beat the shit out of me as I lay sputtering and coughing up blood on the forest floor. By thet time her boyfriend and friend came to pull her off of me, I lay lifeless once again, leaves stuck to my face, eyes glassed over, blood running out of my mouth, staining the forest floor a crimson red.