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Gwurkle
Legacy Name: Gwurkle

The

Graveyard Wyllop
Owner:

Socks

Age: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 5th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 5th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 8
HP: 0/8
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

"Gwurkleeeeeee"
He'd heard it enough that he was beginning to believe it was his name - his real name was all but forgotten, a name he didn't want anymore. The zombies were after him, and he didn't care.

He didn't mean to bring about the zombie apocalypse. All he'd wanted was Judi back. His Judi, his precious Judi. Perhaps it was selfishness on his part, she obviously hadn't wanted to live any more, but after she killed herself... Well, he just didn't want to live either, not without her. At first, he'd contemplated his own suicide, but he couldn't bear the thought - what if there was an afterlife, and Judi wasn't there either? The thought was just unbearable. But what if he could bring her back to life? Then they could be alive together, forever. She'd be happy again, not the shell of her former self she'd been in the months leading up to her death. He'd be happy again, and this time around he'd be brave enough to tell her he loved her. And she'd naturally love him back. It was the perfect plan.

So he'd spent weeks, nay, months, studying any book on the occult he could get his hands on, fruitlessly searching for the elusive spell to bring the dead back to life. But eventually, he'd found it. 'Reanimating Corpses', the page was titled. The spell promised to bring any dead person back to life and seemed perfect for his purposes.

[details of spell go here, once worked out]

And now... Well, the zombies were here, but Judi wasn't. Perhaps sometimes, the dead just want to stay that way. All he'd wanted to do was make his world a bit happier, and make Judi alive again, and happy again. Instead, he'd made the whole world a worse place for everyone alive before the spell.

"Gwurkleeeeeeee" the zombies groaned again, louder this time.

The zombies were after him. And he simply didn't care.