Bad Habits
Leo Driver
God help me I’ve tried, believe me I have tried time and time again! But, no matter what, I still go back. Back to what? Home?
Me? HER? Whatever it may be, it makes me feel so good when I’m there that I just can’t help myself! How could anyone at this point?
This planet is so miserable to live in that I’d rather hurt myself more for easy pleasure than having to deal with the dullress of reality. Call mye crazy all you want, but what would you do if you learned the truth like I did?
It all happened not too long ago actually, where it began was me walking to work with a hotdog in hand.
I had just stopped but a hotdog stand just then and enjoyed my usual; Cheese-filled and roasted with sourkraut and relish on top, and of course add a dash of mayo for my own sake.
The guy knows me well enough to add that pant without my input on the matter.
Anyway, here I was, walking down the busy streets of New York with my specially-made Glizzy in tow when the big screen on mainstreet goes to static. I’ve never seen this happen before, so I and many others turn our heads to take a look.
What we saw next was horrible. I mustn’t describe it, for one moment there were hundreds of us there, the next I was one of the only survivors that were immune to its deceptive lullaby given the form of a microscopic invader of the body.
But, I could describe the aftermath: For Zombies had inaveded our lives. So, Now I try whatever I can to feel relief with in my ventures for protection from the cruel world. By each passing day, more and more survivors end up turning into the undead.
I know I am next, my hand twitching out of control with a searing pain to follow proves as much. My habits have led me to rot faster, but do I care? Not anymore. I’m sorry, I just need one more hit.
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