How did it all start you ask? You know like the beginning? Well..it wasn't pretty I could tell you, It isn't so fun being dead and having cravings for ripping apart anything that has meat in it. I hate being dead but I can't really do anything about it now, could I? And it was all his fault...he killed me..no he got me killed, he threw me in the room full of zombies ripping me apart letting their teeth sink into my flesh and of course the pain all over my body. And it was all his fault..
"He will die for doing this to me."
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