How i was known as BioHazardZombies
PART.7
After walking a bit South East I decided just to take a bit of a break; even though im a zombie, I still get exhausted at times, it’s just that I increased my endurance to prevent myself from getting tired quickly. I found a log and sat down, Yoru landed on a branch and went to sleep instantly, “Poor little guy, I never gave it a thought he’d get tired too, seeing he’s undead too, a bit hypocritical of me. Hey, Xen how’d you end up in hell? If you don't mind me asking?” Xen grunts at me, “The hell would you want to know?” “I guess curiosity, I want to know how you end up there, to understand you a bit more.” Xen sighs “Okay. It all started when I was just a little kid in my past life, life was always cruel to me. I was used as a stepping stool for my parents. I was sent to do everything for them. While they sat on THEIR GODAMN ASSES DOING NOTHING. TELLING ME TO FETCH THEM A BEER AND SHIT! I was only maybe 6 when I started doing every chore around the house, I would often get beat up by my parents, and I’d have a new bruise every day. Going to school wasn't an option for me either. They wanted me to stay home to do everything. One day I snapped and reported them to the police. They found out and were really pissed off at me, I was beaten up so badly that day. They broke a couple of ribs and snapped my arm, I was hospitalized for 2 months, and my parents were sent to prison. I was later sent to a foster home and in a couple of weeks, I was chosen by a family who wanted to give me a chance, no matter what I did they didn’t give up on me. I later started taking a liking to them and was finally able to appreciate them. We were happy for a year, then one day they went to get groceries, and were brutally murdered; during the time the grocery store was getting robbed. I was speechless that whole night, crying that I lost my parents whom I truly loved, and the next day was sent back to the foster home. I was there for a month and found a couple who also wanted to give me a chance, they couldn’t stand me for being so down all the time, and was sent back. A couple more months went by and I had turned 7, the day of my birthday, I was told they found the right parents for me. Took me maybe close to a year to finally accept them, on my birthday they got me a cake and a puppy. I have never experienced such joy, I never had my birthday celebrated before. It was that day I learned what a birthday even was. The next year when it was my birthday the same thing, they celebrated my birthday again, it was something I was already looking forward to the next year. Then the next day someone broke in and killed both my parents, the guy was then looking around to steal some valuables, I grabbed a knife and snuck behind him, he fell over and I continuously kept stabbing him, tears dropping from my eyes, but I liked the fear on his face, the pain, and suffering he was going through. I ran out that day looking to kill others. I went down an alley and a woman was getting mugged, I went behind the mugger and stabbed him. I had an evil smirk on my face. I grabbed the purse and handed it to the woman, she grabbed it in fear and ran away. I walked away and a couple of minutes later that same woman called the cops. That next day I saw a guy dragging a little girl to a van, I went on and approached him, I asked him, what he was doing. He answered with “None of your goddamn business.” I responded with, “Ohhh but it is” and stabbed him in the eye, in pain he dropped to the ground and grabbed the girl's hand, and ran away. The cops showed up again. This time I was surrounded, the girl was still in fear. The cops yelled at me to let her go, I told them I was just saving her, but they didn't believe me, the girl ran to the cops, and told me to put my hands up. I think the girl told them that I had nearly killed someone, a cop got close to me, I told him to back off and he yelled that I was armed, that same cop shot me right in the head. I was then sent straight to hell due to murder and my soul just remained in hell for several years. That’s my whole story on why I hate everything.” “I'm sorry for asking I didn’t expect it to be so deep, you should’ve deserved better Xen sighs again, [“It’s whatever.”] Katsumi comes out of the blue crying, “You deserved better, no one should’ve gone through such a thing, I'm sorry.” “OKAY WE GET IT! MOVE ON!” “What about you Katsumi?" Katsumi stops crying after a bit, "Okay okay, I-im good now, well it started when…" (To be continued...)