ZombiePuppet38

Dissolved flesh, one eye, exposed brains, and tattered jackets, they slowly limp towards you. Your back against the wall and your eyes clenched shut, you feel cold flesh and bones stride across you face leaving traces of dried blood. Saliva drips onto your sweat matted hair as they group around you. Trembling, you feel a set of crooked and damaged teeth slice into your skull, causing a shriek of fear and pain to escape your dried throat. Suddenly, you feel the damp ground on your cheek, but you still won't look, and slowly, you lose consciousness.

Current Residence: Gotham City
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Big Band, Jazz, anything but country and rap
Favourite style of art: Cartoon and detailed, sometimes chibi...
Favourite cartoon character: Does Mike Vermilion count? If not then Alfred Pennyworth
Personal Quote: BRAINZ!!!