~~~~~~~~~~~~First Meeting~~~~~~~~~~~
It is night, and the forest is abysmally dark. Only the faintest traces of starlight combined with the moonÕs cold glow peek through the trees.
What am I doing out at night when I would be in the most danger? I forget that I am dead, though two of my three hearts still beat. Who would attack me? Me, with exceptionally long claws and canines, what do I have to worry about? Anyways, I am looking for a place to sleep. I ask myself: Do I really need one? Do I really need to sleep? I keep searching, but find none. All there is is woods!
Thunk!
Pain! I howl in agony, though truly the pain isnÕt really there.
I look down and there is something sticking out of my belly! I growl in anger, only to be met with another growl.
*Who did this?!* I snap.
Must not be near my heart, or I would be dying now. But IÕm not. So it must have missed one of my two remaining hearts. Wait a minuteÑwhat am I thinking?! IÕm deadÑIÕm the living deadÑa fucking zombie! Would it really matter if it hit my heart or not? I donÕt think so.
Thick, black (congealed) blood oozes from the wound in my middle. It hurts, but IÕm not dying! (Well, no duh! IÕm already dead.)
Expecting the FBI again (who else has such good shoots?), I turn around and (attempt to) raise my lips in a snarl. To my surprise, though, I no longer have lips! My eyes, however, totally surprise me in a different way. Why? For on the other end of the blade is a zombie in a white hockey maskÉ
He tilts his head; he is obviously curious. He then pulls the blade out with a sickening wet sound.
I turn fully around. HeÕs at least seven feet tallÉand dead. I grasp his arms and sink my claws into the soft, decaying fleshÉ
Kill for the memory of Mommy! All shall pay! Revenge!
So this is where that voice came from! But why now, and not earlier?