GIRL ALONE

What happens when a 'Goth' girl becomes a zombie? She probably spends the rest of her death in her apartment, consumed by an existential huff, and a resentful sense of "I told you so". And, quite possibly, she forgets to eat. Eating was a living thing, and now that it is strictly living things, it's 'so not worth it'.

Many things are not worth it if you're a zombie. All that lovely white pancake face powder and the off-white base applied thickly now seem like overkill. Her skin is already an unnatural white, paler than ever before, the eye-shadow merely hides the lovely bruise-like effects in her sockets, and her formerly favourite perfume, "Eau De Cimetière", no longer speaks to her. Events have taken over, her existence is an unending but delightful hunger, and the plain pointlessness that was her depression has been replaced by an ultimately boring fulfillment. No more haematomas!

So. Not. Worth. It. At all.

Blah.


Spike, the sullen highschool punk with piercings and tattoos with whom she spent many miserable hours, runs away screaming now. Wuss.

On the other hand, dogs love her.

She hates dogs.



Brexit and Trump finally make sense.
What the hell happened?
Why?





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