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Yea it's true, my pet is a zombie. I stopped caring what the neighbors had to say about that long ago. They don't get it anyway. My zombie is the only zombie there ever was or will be and I'm proud of that! I worked long and hard in my laboratory to create this beautiful disaster and I plan to keep him, for science of course. My love for him too is another reason for him still being around. People continue to pester me with questions like, "why must you keep someone to suffer like that?" and, "I can't sleep at night knowing there is an undead zombie lurking in the basement of someones home only 20 feet away from me". That last one's not a question but Nancy is always in my ear about that. She's my neighbor, ugh, don't get me started. Anyway, yes I have an undead walker in my basement.
I've kept Ivan around, that's his name, Ivan, because he has become a wealth of joy in my life. He lumbers day after day in the basement of a cage I built for him. I can't really say if he himself has any redeemable qualities. Anyone other than me would probably conclude that he is a monstocity who's existence is a most unnatural sin. Perhaps, after pondering on their sentiments for a while, I do conclude the same. But after all my years of failed experiements and being laughed out in the community of scientists I've tried so hard to enter, this feels like a win every time I hear one of his disgusting moans. For once, my hypothesis were correct. I created, using my own mind and experimental and scientifc skills, a living, unbreathing, flesh hungry corpse of a man.
A few months ago, the neighborhoods kids were sent on a mission by my neighbor Nancy to bring Ivan out from his cage and into the light of day. The ultimate goal of the mission was for everyone to see and now believe what Nancy had been talking about for nearly a year now. No one believes her, ha! Anyway, I later learned that dead or alive was of no pertinence to her goal.That pissed me off but I digress. It was around 2am one night when I heard a stirring from the basement. I thought it might of been Ivan getting stuck under the couch down there but not that time no. That time it was the kids who were freaking out because of who they laid eyes on, my Ivan. They screamed and ran furiously through the basement, looking frantically for an exit. Luckily, I was able to get down ther in time before Ivan had the chance to realize what was going on. Fresh meat all around him but he was too stupified (I'm assuming) to realize what it was. That time marked the first time his cage had more than just him in there, I admit I was a bit spooked myself. How funny would it be if my prized possesion ate me!?
The kids ran word around town about this walker they came across and I think people are starting to smell something. I'm writing all this down right now in hopes to get something down before the cops might show up. I feel something happening and I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. I want the people to know my side of the story before anything happens. I just want them to know that I'm not a monster even though I created one. I want them to know my intentions were always good and I mean no harm to anyone, especially Ivan. On that note, I think he's hungry. It's almost 2, I should feed him. I'll be right back.
Oh my god. I never told you who the body belonged to before he became mine. Well, I guess he was mine before but whatever. I'll get right down to it and without any buffer. Please PLEASE understand me before you make any harsh judgements. I've already decided it was the right thing to do. Oh please, I pray you have the heart to know I did this all with love. Ivan, has always been his name since his birth, actually. Ivan was the man I married 11 years ago and he's the man who now dines upon the flesh of rabbits from his old garden. Oh please don't think bad of me! I just miss him so much and I never ever meant to hurt him, ever!
He was my love, my truest love I ever had but he wasn't right sometimes! He drank and treated me horribly. I took it only because I loved him so much. But when I learned of his infedility, and the details of such, my mind just kind of went blank. Believe me when I tell you, I had no hand in the murder of my husband. I guess I was a zombie myself in a way, being controlled by some power greater than I that could only see red, violent murderous red. I still don't know what happened but I woke up days later to a stench that came from the basement. I though maybe I had gotten drunk and fallen victim to the nastiest prolongued hangover of my life. I was seriously bodily and mentally confused upon my awakening. I stunk too, no shower in days and just plain dirty. I followed the stench to the basement and found him there. Unmoving and dead as can be.
I blacked out again. The next time I awoke I was cooking food for myself. The house was cleaned and so was I. It's like darkness will take over and put me in a corner to sleep while he does his dirty work. I'm probably nuts. Bonkers. Cookoo. I'm one hundred percent insane and I know it. Anyway, enough of that. This is getting too personal and frankly, unscientific. He went from my husband to my experiment but I love them both the same. Hold on. I think I hear him again. Jesus, he is causing quite a fuss down there. I'll be right back, I'm almost done anyhow.
Well, he's gone. Gone from the basement at least. He is currently outside gnawing on the neighborhood cat. I love cats too, that's a shame. This is all very confusing for me. I have two choices here. Either fess up and try and get this zombie gone for good, or deny deny deny. On second thought, I feel something coming on. The darkness within me rising I'm sure. Oh God. I'll let him take the wheel for now.
She never was one for accountability. Yea, she made this zombie whatever thing but I killed the guy. Honestly, I don't really care what happens one way or the other. I'm here for a good time not a long time. I can leave whenever I please. Cut her some slack though, she really is quite stressed. Uh oh, looks like that cat just turned to a zombie itself. This might get interesting after all. Too da loo!
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