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Zane Norrison · **08-23-2019, 11:20 AM**

When shit hits the fan. It doesn't always happen right away. No. The progression of things leading up to that, isn't an instantaneous or immediate one. For some it takes time, could be days or weeks but eventually, it will happen. You can count on it. It's coming and when it does, that turd is like a battering ram. That fan is fucking destroyed. Obliterated. Demolished beyond repair.

Some might call that reaching the boiling point, when all the stuff that you've been keeping bottled up inside, finally mixes fully together and the reaction is similar to volatile chemicals being exposed and combined with one another. It's corrosive, dangerous and very deadly. Fatal but more so in a metaphorical sense, unless you're clinically insane. Then most assuredly, it falls in a far more literal category.

Anyway, what I'm referring to is that point of no return, the brink. The moment when you say to yourself, I'm not taking this bullshit anymore and you want to eliminate it from your life. Kill the problem and banish it for good. Not exterminate the actual person. Murder is not involved in any way, whatsoever. However, a form of death is involved, when you annihilate the stress that someone might be causing you. While that might consist of removing someone from your life, it doesn't always have to result in that manner, depending on the outcome of your discussion.

Remember, your words are some of the best resources to use at times and ending the existence of something problematic or stress inducing, can be as simple as opening your mouth and speaking your mind. Thus confronting things head on and resolving them. Once that happens, you can confidently say that you've slain the beast, so to speak.

Unfortunately, I'm not that great when it comes to dealing with the things that bother me, mostly because I never had to do that. Especially when it comes to addressing things head on. Laying it all out on the table and verbally tackling my troubles. I'm a laid back kinda guy and drama just isn't my forte. Before I became a zombie, I was a carefree drug dealer, coming and going as I pleased. Never had any real attachments or dealt with circumstances that would be considered problematic.

Even after becoming an abomination, I kept a low key profile and handled stuff that came my way in a calm, chill fashion. The only thing I encountered that was close to undertaking the burden of conflict and crisis was when I started wrestling but even then, there's no real drama, you talk some smack, then go to the ring and beat the shit out of your opponent. It's simple, easy and fun too, I might add.

Then I started dating this girl named Frankie Styles. At first it was great, we got along, had loads of stuff in common and she was cool as fuck, not to mention incredibly sexy. Things were perfect, better than perfect. I was falling in love with this girl. It's funny how that can change in the blink of an eye. How doubt can take that all away. All it took was one, mentally, implanted seed, something that my friend mentioned to me. A matter that I had previously taken note of before; however, it never really dawned on me to bring it up, mostly because it benefited me, so I didn't properly address the subject and then suddenly, everything changed.

That topic being the fact that Frankie and I were intimate, quite often and never once did I use a condom to catch the load of zombie goo that I produce. (Don't ask me why I can do that, I wasn't exactly given a handbook on the subject when I became a zombie, I just know I can still bust a nut.) Yet she wasn't a zombie. Never turned into one and I would most certainly know, if she had become an animated corpse. She has a pulse, breathes frequently, has a regular heartbeat... oh yeah, and then there's the fact that her body is warm, the girl is fully alive. How is that possible? What's she hiding and why was she keeping it secret from me? Me of all people? Her undead boyfriend? Why was she lying to me?

These became questions that were constantly in the forefront of my thoughts and little by little that seed grew into a giant, vicious, venus fly trap. Fitting for Little Shop of Horrors, it was now ready to ravage and devour. A full fledged creature filled with zero remorse. If only I said something before things reached that point. Or maybe even after they did. If only I used my words and talked to Frankie.

I probably wouldn't have pushed my girlfriend in front of a bus.

Full speed. Oncoming. Shoved her directly in front of it.

That's insane, right? Looking back, I don't even know why I did it? Who does that? Pushes their lady in front of a bus? It just all built up in my head and we were walking along, she was talking about something random, acting all normal and before I knew it, I reached my hand out and sent her flying into the street. At the exact second that a bus was barreling by and she wound up in front of it. I honestly couldn't have planned and purposefully timed it better. Fuck. I'm a monster... a real life monster.

Everything happened so fast too. The collision, her body flying down the road and passersby, stopping and staring in horror. Some of them screaming. Cars screeched to halts. People exited vehicles. Phones instantly in hands; feverishly dialing, as folks either stared at the scene of the accident with immense concern and fear or glared in my direction in fury. Individuals, random bystanders rushed to Frankie's aid, her body lying motionless in the street.

There was a literal lynch mob of guys forming, eyeing me with intent, most likely with the mindset of harming me and causing some sort of grievous bodily harm. Which, I'll admit, I deserved. I wasn't exactly dancing in the street by that point, I knew my actions were unjustified and if I seen what occurred from their perspective, I'd probably feel the same way. I didn't run though. No, I did not flee, even with the possibility of being beaten senseless. My feet were fastened to the ground, cemented to it and unable to move, while my eyes remained glued to Frankie's form and my mind spun in circles.

That's when something very unexpected happened.

Frankie sat up. Perfectly fine. Eyes deadset on me. She rose from the ground and forcefully pushed past the people trying to help. Marched through the onlookers and the angry mob. Frankie walked straight towards me (like the fucking Terminator), shoved me against the wall of the closest building and demanded.

"What's your damage?!?!"

Startled and in total shock, I didn't know what to say. Still I was able to stammer out.

"W-we need t-to t-alk."

"People always talk about how you're born, you grow old and then you die. Life is short and fleeting, so you better live it to the fullest. Well, I lived my life... albeit it wasn't a very long existence but for a brief glimmer, I walked amongst the land of the living as a full fledged, card carrying member and then, I died. My life was taken from me, at random and I was transformed into a zombie, against my will. No longer does my heart beat, nor will my lungs ever need to be filled with air, much like a great majority of my organs, they've become non-functioning and obsolete."

"While oddly enough, some things thankfully still work... that's a heavy emphasis on the 'thankfully' part, because if they all were to stop working, well I wouldn't be recording this video cause thinking and speaking wouldn't be factors in the equation. I also probably wouldn't have a girlfriend but that's really inconsequential, since I'd be a mindless corpse, lurching and lurking about. Pieces falling off me. Maybe with an eyeball popped out of its socket. Most definitely feral and rabid."

"Anyway, the point is this, I have discovered that in my afterlife... especially as of late, I've experienced far more than I ever did before. In death, I found my true potential and have become an even better person than I used to be, back when I had a pulse. My afterlife is full and rich, I've made connections and acquired friends, I actually give a shit about things and have goals. I am a contributing member of society and I help people. Death... made me appreciate my existence and taught me to embrace every opportunity that I am given and to wholeheartedly, cherish it."

"Talk about irony."

"The very thing that is supposed to invoke dread, while it inspires and drives people to reach for the stars and never give up on their hopes and dreams as they strive and shoot for the best. To never second guess and simply go for it, because tomorrow could be their last. Death. Is the precise thing that completely changed my perspective."

"For instance, my career in the XWF. It's been a wild ride that I would have never dreamed in a million years that I'd be taking, back when I was alive. Everything I've done so far has been amazing. The fights have been grand and the titles that I've achieved thus far, are probably some of the greatest attainments I've ever acquired. Winning them gave me a sense of accomplishment, while wrestling has made me yearn for excellence. And it only feels like the beginning. The start of something even better and brighter."

"This coming Saturday, another phase in the ascent to true prominence will appear before me when I take on the Sugay Sisters, alongside my partner Elias York, for a chance to face the tag champs. Apex! The most prominent and noteworthy men of the XWF that could be put in my potential path to a prestigious career. It's a long journey to the top after all and yet, here's an opportunity placed in front of me that will skyrocket things even higher than ever before. Damn straight, I'm going to do everything in my power to win and grab that proverbial brass ring. The only direction I'm aiming for is up in this industry and I'm doing it with a healthy appetite for brains. This zombie is going places. Beyond being an extra on The Walking Dead."

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