Bambulina was standing over her own grave. It has been a few days since, the grave has been restored. She has gone ahead of her parents on repairing it, after she unintentionally damaged the top of it from going into her zombie mode a while ago.
Bambulina was in a gray tshirt and wearing a light spring jacket over it. She did not like to bee seen with her arms and legs bare, as it was always a very uncomfortable feeling for her. It always make her feel very exposed. Sure, she is fairly muscular and very lean, but still. She is also a reanimated corpse... a zombie. Most people are afraif of zombies, and are likely to hurt them without hesitation. In this regard, Bamb was unique, she was the zombie with the strongest self control over her hunger and urge to feed.
As she was standing over the grave, she looked at the years that she was alive. 1970-1993. Far too short of a time for a human, but she had been given another change at... life. Eternal life in the form of being reanimated. While she was humiliated and ashamed to be a zombie, she was also very grateful to still have her parents, who accepted her zombie being totally.
She has been standing there in front of her own grave for hours now motionless before she moved. She bend down and picked a bottle of beer up, that was earlier set on the newly repairs grave.
She opened the bottle using the sharp edge of the grave and took a long sip of the beer. She then mved and sat on the side of the grave, carefull to not sit on the planted flowers that here in the middle of the nice grave. "Why did they have to kill me?... why not just let me die of old age? " She asked outloud.
Bambulina was in a gray tshirt and wearing a light spring jacket over it. She did not like to bee seen with her arms and legs bare, as it was always a very uncomfortable feeling for her. It always make her feel very exposed. Sure, she is fairly muscular and very lean, but still. She is also a reanimated corpse... a zombie. Most people are afraif of zombies, and are likely to hurt them without hesitation. In this regard, Bamb was unique, she was the zombie with the strongest self control over her hunger and urge to feed.
As she was standing over the grave, she looked at the years that she was alive. 1970-1993. Far too short of a time for a human, but she had been given another change at... life. Eternal life in the form of being reanimated. While she was humiliated and ashamed to be a zombie, she was also very grateful to still have her parents, who accepted her zombie being totally.
She has been standing there in front of her own grave for hours now motionless before she moved. She bend down and picked a bottle of beer up, that was earlier set on the newly repairs grave.
She opened the bottle using the sharp edge of the grave and took a long sip of the beer. She then mved and sat on the side of the grave, carefull to not sit on the planted flowers that here in the middle of the nice grave. "Why did they have to kill me?... why not just let me die of old age? " She asked outloud.