The night seemed simple, elegant even, but as the clock started to tick down a life had to be taken. bluemoon would find herself met with a strange orange bubbly drink. Perhaps it was a poison, perhaps it was some sort of acid, or maybe mind melting chemicals. Placed on it was a small sigh "Thou shall not drink this." The rules of reverse psychology worked against the zombie queen and she found herself taking a drink. To her surprise, it was none other than orange juice, but to her horror it was also filled with a cure. For a moment, she felt okay. Her heart started to beat, her skin started to feel warm, and for that moment she felt alive.
Before she could move, a loose dagger came from a runaway squirrel. She was stabbed, more so, she was stabbed in the back by someone she thought she could trust. As blood loss quickly took effect she could feel herself dying all over again. Perhaps, turning back into a zombie, she hoped. Instead, she found herself laying in her betrayal. Turning cold, turning pale, and rather then having a craving for brains she only had a craving for life. It was a craving that would never be fulfilled. As she felt herself fade out of existence she could see the silhouette of the one and only Toastman, his wicked laugh being the last thing she would ever hear.
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Bluemoon is dead.
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