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sweets, treats—and the list goes on. Check Wikipedia if you don’t believe me. Anyway, they paid for one year’s tuition, and as mentioned before they set me up in business with my own store. One year is not much, but I am a fast study and seemed to have a knack when implementing my imagination.
    From the outside I was just like any other Floridian, and before long I was making a decent income and became a well-liked and widely known citizen of Tallahassee. One thing led to another and eventually I actually married. I make it sound like a life-changing event. Believe me, it was! But not the kind that one would normally attribute to the cozy ideals of love and feelings. It would be more accurate to describe it as me being dragged backwards kicking and screaming into destiny’s belly, being digested, then pushed and squeezed through the intestine, and finally having the remaining humanity forcibly removed, before being crapped out into the toilet bowl of life. My whole being tried to wrench itself away from the depths and the sheer singularity of depression that now feasted on my—until that moment—pure and kind soul . . .
    Okay, you got me! I was far from pure and kind, but I had decided I needed to conceal my talents. Otherwise, it was very possible that I might end up the guest of yet another facility, with no doubt a new range of drugs to try out.
    It wasn’t until years later that I discovered that my wife was as instrumental to my education as the yearlong cooking classes. Let it be said that there are some women that cannot, that must not, be trusted and certainly should never be partnered with.
    You are probably sitting there nodding while reading this and wishing that you could travel back in time somehow and change the past. If you are, you can’t, so you won’t, so ask yourself if it’s too late—and if it is, then what are you going to do about it? If it’s not too late, make a run for it.
    Whatever you do decide to do, at the very least do something. Anything! Do it perhaps sooner rather than later, though, or risk forever being trapped, with your soul being drained by that leeching two-faced vampire-bitch cow-tart from hell. (Note to self: that was fun, putting it down on paper. Note to reader: sometimes it’s okay to call the kettle black. Ask Dr. Phil if you don’t believe me.)
    Anyway, I was born into a realm where marriage was both unavoidable and ill-fated. Eventually I escaped from that place, but not until about five years later. Did you know in some countries that’s just three years less than the life sentence given to murderers and rapists? I ask you, where is the justice in that? Given the option, I would have gladly endured the extra three years in prison in exchange for some peace of mind, and perhaps I could have kept a little more of my humanity. (Note to self: I must stop exaggerating. I think we established earlier that I have no humanity.)
    During my five-year torment in marriage hell, I evolved further still. Over those five long years, the few remaining qualities that made me somewhat human were systematically stripped away. What she failed to realize was that she would be sealing her own fate by her own actions while simultaneously providing me with the tools to ultimately survive in the coming apocalypse. She had unwittingly been honing a blade of unrivaled quality that would in the fullness of time be brought against her.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter - 3
    - Sevens my lucky number -
     
    The zombie’s eyeball rested on my chest. Its gaze is perhaps better described as an unblinking stare. Up close, I noticed further qualities that added to the unusual orb. The iris was not covered with a white glaze but had actually changed color to almost white. Off-white or cream would perhaps be a closer approximation. In any case, it continued to sit there, fixated on me.
    The young guard had finally calmed down, and though his pursuers continued to bash at the door, he now ignored them,