a day of adventures and misadventures..
One day, little zombie decided to head back to the crypt. It was a special occasion. He gathered some of his friends and returned to the place where he learnt about life/death. Upon reaching the big gates, he spotted his friends. A couple of vampiress-es, banshees and the likes.
They couldn't recognise him anymore on first sight. They said ' WOW!! you've changed soooo much since the last time that we saw you' and SORRY for not being able to recognise you.
Little zombie gave them a *smile* and mocked them. His friends look so different now. So, little zombie made it to the crypt. At the destination, he saw many familliar faces. *mixed-feelings*.
Beloved is the ones who chided him for his unkempt hair in the past. They still remembered him. Little zombie used to HATE the crypt and its undead family. Frankly speaking, he felt a sense of longing and detest for that place.
Soon, his friends needed to go. The females asked him whether he was free to hang around. Unfortunately, he was'nt.
During this scene and the next, he somehow got caught between the gates and freedom. The misadventure resulted in him having a slit wrist, a decomposed arm and a scrapped knee. He felt nothing.
He decided to lick his wounds. Even though it wasn't hurting, it felt weird to have blood dripping down from his wrists (due to the fences) and knee. He complained... about the sensation. It was refreshing..
ps: erm. perhaps we could hang around soon. *groans* I didn't even feel anything when the metal cut into my flesh. hmm. maybe i've changed alot. So have you guys/girls. =p
posted at [11:36 PM]
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