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Smeared

The Graveyard Antlephore
Owner: Jupiter

Age: 6 years, 7 months, 4 weeks

Born: August 26th, 2017

Adopted: 6 years, 7 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: August 26th, 2017

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

• Level: 14
   
• Strength: 21
   
• Defense: 23
   
• Speed: 23
   
• Health: 27
   
• HP: 16/27
   
• Intelligence: 28
   
• Books Read: 23
• Food Eaten: 19
• Job: Store Clerk

Distorted View

“Let’s take a look in the mirror. What do I see today?” A girl with colorful hair stepped in front of a mirror that was attached to the wall. She always wanted to make sure she looked her best and needed a way to get a view of the whole look. She was still in the outfit she had chosen the day she got bit. It was totally cute. Who doesn’t love a nice pair of chunky heels, stockings, a pleated skirt, a lace top, and a perfectly fabulous cape to drape over the shoulder? She was a fashionista ready to take on the world! With the tilt of her head, she observed her appearance with a curious interest. “Hmm..not bad. I could use a bit of makeup. It seems the virus is slowly taking over. I definitely need to hide that. My eye is gone, and the other is threatening to decompose as well. The scar near the corners of my mouth is stretching. It looks like I’m smiling all the time. Am I still pretty today? I think so. My friends, who are rats, have been hanging around a lot more lately. Do you think they want a snack? Maybe they think I smell pretty.” She seemed to be openly talking to herself, but that was because her sanity was slipping.

Unfortunately for her, her voice was becoming an issue. It was crackling and not as girly as it used to be. It wasn’t like she felt sick. Perhaps it was taking time to let her enjoy the final moments. With a twirl, she moved on. To glance out the window but not give herself away. Down below, she could see abandoned cars, a looted store, and others like her moving around. They weren’t so lucky, though. The ones below had already fully turned. It was lonely to wait it out and hope for the best. She ended up getting lost in mid-thought while zoning out. It was as if a cog had gotten stuck while trying to fix itself, with many attempts to be able to connect against each other to get things moving forward again. How long had it been since she once regained the ability to think again? She blinks. “That was strange; it seems like it is happening more often."

To be continued...

The sun is going down now. This couch isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. I can hear the squeaking conversation of the rats. They crawled on her, but she was starting to lose the feeling in her legs. She blinked a few times while trying hard to process that action of getting up. She didn’t want it to end this way. There were wilted flowers on the table. They looked sad, like they had given up. She could only stare at the wall in front of her, but through a clouded eye. She didn’t have the energy to speak; even her thoughts were really faint. The only thing she could remember was the pretty yellow flowers in the window of a small floral shop down the street. It was quiet that day. For some reason, George had gotten bitey. It was what started it all. She had remembered that he was sick not too long before that, and it must have been a pretty bad virus. That was when the chaos broke loose. Now, all she could hear was the chirping of birds, the heavy breeze that caused the trees to talk, and the heat of the sun that was high up in the clear blue sky. It was peaceful. It was nicer than she ever dreamed of. That was the end. It was gracefully poetic.

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