Disembodied

>Wait? Zombie Apocalypse? Elaborate please.



It’s pretty obvious that it’s the zombie apocalypse. The whole thing has sort of been going on for a few years now. I’ve actually done a presentation on it in high school, but that was a while back and, well, I had other stuff to do. Stuff like learning how to manage bank accounts and fulfill dietary needs, so I won’t go into poverty and die. It’s not like I’m doing such a great job now, but I still think it’s pretty important. Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get to use it still. I’m getting a little side-tracked though. Time to delve into my prior knowledge.

Let’s see…the whole thing started in China, zombies can only be killed by getting completely obliterated and not with head-shots or anything like that, it can’t be classified as a disease of any sort according to epidemiologists…uh-something about horses? I’m not sure what happened to the horses, but something definitely happened. I just can’t seem to remember what. I think the info was replaced by how many cups of fruit I needed to eat every day or…Is that even how memory works actually?

Man I don’t know. Horses happened at one point. Let’s leave it at that.

>Go towards the big things



Well it’s not as if anything can hurt me now, and I am a little curious about-

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Hmmm? This wasn't here the last time I checked.

> Body: Start moving



Oh hey. Won’t you look at that? My corpse is moving.

Welp. I honestly can't say I expected this to happen, but this doesn’t really surprise me.

A minute ago, I've sort of been feeling a bit...looser than I probably should. This blue thing leashing me to my reanimated corpse is probably the reason for that.

It doesn't change how freaked out I am about this though. If there was a scatter plot of every time I freaked out measured by how much freaking out I did for each occurrence, this moment would be a major outlier.

>Pull that spear out



I guess since I'm leashed to it, it'll be nice to let it go so I can move.

But it’s looking at me. I don’t know if I can do when it’s looking. Eyes are windows to the soul and I’m not liking how much reanimated death I’m seeing in the eyes I was using a while ago. It’s creepy. Creepy and uncomfortable.

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Holy crud. Okay then. Don't think about it. Just do.



Wow! I didn’t even think I could touch it! My wellness teacher lied to me about the laws of expectations.

This…is really hard to pull out though. I think touching stuff drains away my energy or something because I'm getting tired-way faster than I...should...be.

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I think that hmmmm...I thought that....hmmmmmmmm...I might-uh....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........

...m'kay I think that's-that's enough. This losing energy thing is starting to become a serious problem.

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>use the string of the harpoon as a whip. a ghost whip. ghost ride the whip