Seven days later… having escaped from the zombies…  not to mention various zombie hybrids…

You will be happy to know that I am no longer curled on the floor.  I am no longer crying. I stand and sit upright, like other members of the human race…

There must be good memories… But am very aware of having been used… kind of shocked about being used… In fact, I feel like a character in a Balzac novel…

But, really, what a shocking mess!  Forgive and forget…  but, wow, this really hurt