Dear reader,
Sometimes there are things that life has in store for us that nobody would ever expect. Even though this story is made up, stories likes this happen in real life. Every word you're about to read is true and is happening somewhere in the giant multiverse that we also exist in. Therefor, I beg you to stay with me on this journey filled with jealousy, betrayal, hate and love.
My life was normal. I was an average kid, an average teen and had just finished my first year in college. Freshly 20 years old and my bestie friend, Bestie, had been with me for 13 of them. That's right. We met when we were 7. I remember it like it was just 13 years ago.
Bestie and I were in different classes, but we were both in line for the toilet. Bestie was actually in front of me in the line and apparently she couldn't hold her pee any longer so yeah that happened. But the sight of it made me also yeah ok I think we get the point. We trauma bonded over it.
Anyway fast forward we're now 20 years old and in college (the same one because we have no other friends and are very antisocial). Then things took a turn. A turn so unexpected you will never guess what happened.
One day Bestie was walking next to me to our afternoon tutorial and I noticed that there was blood under her nails so I asked her what that was about. She insisted she just picked a scab and that's where the blood came from, but I know her and I know that she does in fact not bleed.
So I confronted her.
"Don't lie to me. I know you don't bleed. So that is NOT your blood."
Bestie looked at me like she just saw a supernatural undead being that likes eating brains. Startled, she pulled me all the way (several hundreds of meters) across campus from the tutorial rooms to an empty lab room where no one could see us.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she angrily whispered.
"I know that's not ur blood"
"GIRL" she took a moment to collect her thoughts, "I told you, I am a ZOMBIE, I don't bleed. Don't tell anyone. What part of don't tell anyone did you not understand?"
"You're telling me you are a zombie?? Bestie was I supposed to figure it out on my own?"
"I told you yesterday."
"No you didn't, you said you were, and I quote, brutally murdered, but rose from the grave for some reason but don't worry too much I only eat shrimp brains"
"Are you literally stupid."
"Wait did you mean like a zombie?" And suddenly everything fell into place... The growling stomach during lectures. The aquarium of live shrimp in her room. The giant flask of live shrimp in her bag. The blood under her nails...
No wait where did that come from though?
I decided to ask: "But you still haven't told me where the blood is from..."
Bestie looked around nervously to check if there was anyone in the lab, which was considerably useless because if there was they would've heard this whole exchange. We could always insist that this is for our dungeon and dragons campaign if it turns out some random nerd was hanging out in the lab all on their own. They'd believe that. "Ok I may have eaten a chicken this morning but that was only once I promise" she stuttered with embarassment.
With my eyes wide open, I covered my mouth with my hand as if suprised. "I literally eat chicken nuggets for every meal, which is argueably worse" I said ironically.
She looked at me with a face as to say: that was a horrible joke and muttered "so we're good?"
"Yeah, let's get to class"
Little did we realise that on our way, our lives would spiral even further out of control.
