That said, the nature of my zombification has shaped my life and personality to date. I'm smarter and faster than the classic shambling, Romero-esque zombie...and also technically part demon.
Now, for the most part, my demon-half is pretty dormant. As long as I keep my temper in check, my inner demon stays asleep. Unless, of course, it's Halloween. Then it goes insane.
|Demons hate pumpkins.|
I'm not sure if it's the inherent nature of the day, or just because it's the day I died, but I turn into a bloodthirsty monster on Halloween. And I hate it. I hate not being in control. I hate that I might seriously injure or kill people close to me, and I hate that there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Normally, I try to avoid rampaging by trapping myself in a cage in a basement or something, and it worked for a while. But when I was making the preparations to lock myself away this year, I thought, why bother? I hardly know any of the people in this town, and it's not like any of them actually like me or even trust me anyway, so would it really hurt if I let myself rampage for a night? And I did and I killed I don't know how many people and I skipped town the next morning and what scares me is I think I'm losing touch with humanity and I don't want to become a monster.....I can't become a monster..........
|To distract from that mental breakdown,|
here's a cat in a box!
So yeah, I moved. This new town's pretty nice, but who knows how long I'll be here. There's been some speculation about whether I'm in college now, and the answer is no, I'm not. Since the incident, I've been moving around a lot, but I haven't settled down for long enough to even think about college, and to be honest, I don't really have any plans for the foreseeable future. Who knows, maybe I'll adopt a kitten.
From the wrong side of sanity,