Pick Bunny’s Brainz

Okay.

I painted my nails, played with toon-photo a bit, and did some Pranayama yoga, and I think I finally got this all straight in my head.

It seems like these brown robe guys are some kind of secret society of zombie hunters, right? Which means they’re into all this sci-fi stuff, which means maybe they know how to make zombies, right?

Sooooo, they definitely made me a zombie. I’m so sure of that now – but WHY?

Could it be because they had no one to hunt, because zombies, like, totally don’t exist?

Would they turn me into a zombie just to hunt me?

And more importantly - How could Lance do this to me?

Yeah, I know I’ve gotta get over him. I’m just really confused right now.

It’s hard to figure this stuff out, because it’s really easy to just zone out for hours and hours when you’re a zombie, and the next thing I know it’s night…

And at night now, I have to figure out how to get us out of this basement, and snoop around school trying to find a to a better hiding spot. The school was PISSED about the smashed library window, and now they’re CONVINCED there’s someone hiding in the school. And that it all has to do with the people disappearing.

Which is pretty smart of them, really, since they’re totally right!

They searched the basement again yesterday. With CeeCee onboard, it’s HARD to fit in to the tiny crawlspace.

AND I thought that after the fight, Misha and CeeC wouldn’t be trying to escape to eat and whatever, but they’re worse now!

We definitely need to relocate.

I’m guessing everything was going well in the fight with the monk guys, until I was super shocked back to reality by an axe slicing into my thigh.

Like, seriously, it got stuck in the freakin’ bone!

Not that it hurt or anything, but it definitely got me to refocus. I’d been tearing pieces out of some guy’s shoulder, with Misha and CeeCee watching my back, but now I pushed the guy away from me and spun around to face – big surprise – Lance.

He didn’t have a weapon anymore because it was stuck in my leg. I took a second to consider things.

If I bit Lance, he’d come back as a zombie, and basically be in my control.

I hadn’t even realized how much control I had until CeeCee and Mish came to the rescue. I had only been THINKING the words ‘help me’ and somehow they’d broken out of their room and found me in like, two seconds!

On the one hand, I deserved some revenge on the jerkass. On the other, I couldn’t decide if I really wanted such a huge jerkass in my group.

Before I could decide anything, though, there was a horrible scream behind me. Which was weird, because Misha and CeeCee were both in front of me.

I jumped around then and saw the most horrible thing you can imagine.

The guy I bit had been staggering around, trying to stop the bleeding in his shoulder. I knew he wasn’t a zombie yet because…well, I just knew.

But for some insane reason, his buddies had ganged up on him with their axes, and started chopping him to pieces!

OMFG they were killing him before he could turn into a zombie!

Finally, one guy took a big swing and sliced the injured guy’s head off. The screaming turned into burbling turned into nothing. Suddenly the guy’s head was just lying on the ground in front of me.

I looked back over my shoulder at Lance. He was sneaking away all sneakily, but as soon as I looked, both my girls turned on him, and (and I’d never heard this before!), they totally freakin’ roared at him. Like tiger-sounding roars!

Then they jumped.

“NO!” I screamed at them, and it was like they had hit a wall. They both fell back instantly.
If his buddies were going to kill him as soon as I bit him, there was no way I was turning Lance now.

I mean, I might eat people, but I honestly do not consider myself a murderer.

P.S. - Sorry if these toons are way too gory, but this was a gory incident.

So all those thoughts were going through my head at lightspeed as all these weirdos in robes pinned me to the ground, and Lance towered over me with his evil-looking axe. And all I could think about was HELPMEHELPMEHELPME.

And then Lance was lifting the axe over his head, STILL looking all apologetic, and I HATED him, and then there was this crazy smashing sound from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder, and Misha and CeeCee were flying out of the library window, which was this hardcore barred window, and it just exloded out like nothing!

And they looked fantastic! The clay and polish all over their skin (and, I admit, the low lighting) made them look like amazon warriors in a Vogue photo shoot. OMG!

All the guys in robes must have been shocked as hell, because they let go of me and stood up right away, which was all I needed.

Misha got to eat CeeCee, but I’d been starving for pretty much ever.

The pink clouds descended, the humming started, and then I just let zombie Bunny take care of everything.

Misha is WAY easier to control as a zombie than Mr. Loughtree was. I can even let out of her room to come and do stuff with me, like blogging and tooning, and she’ll just follow along, and even kind of nod when I tell her to do stuff.

Sometimes after school, if it’s not too sunny, I go watch cheer practice, and today, I decided to bring Mish with me.

We hid behind the bleachers, and I told Misha to be still, but she kept trying to go out on the field. She probably misses cheering even more than I do.

So this one time when I have to go chasing after her, we get back, and guess who’s sitting in the bleachers watching practice?

Lance!

Can you even believe that?

Oh, but don’t worry, it gets worse.

After practice, he stands up and waves at Ceecee. She strolls over to him all like she’s so cool, but I could tell she was peeing her pants on the inside.

They talk for a minute, then next thing she’s crying and he’s opening his arms and they have this long HUG!

OMFG

I mean, my body is missing. As far as they know, I might not even be dead! I could be walking around somewhere with amnesia just hoping my best friend or boyfriend will find me…

And, okay, fine, maybe Lance wasn’t officially officially my boyfriend, but if I hadn’t died, who knows?

Then it hits me. Lance is the last person I remember seeing before waking up in the funeral home. Maybe he knows what happened to me or something.

I grabbed Misha’s hand and we snuck over to the bleachers where CeeCee and Lance were sitting – now he had his arm around her, and he says, “…so I should give you my number, if you ever want to talk about it or anything…”

And Ceec says, “It’s just so scary, you know? I mean, like, I could be next or something…”

And then Lance is all (gag, gag), “If you were my lady, I’d never let anything hurt you.”

And then they freakin’ kissed.

Then Lance takes her hand, writes his number down on her palm, and leaves her sitting there smiling to herself like she just won the lottery.

I wanted to throw up.

It’s like all of a sudden, I’m starting to think that Lance might be kind of a dick.

I’ve been having a great time hanging out with Misha. She’s always so much cooler when CeeCee isn’t around.

She listens to everything I say, I’ve been teaching her how to use Toon-FX, and we’ve been practicing cheering together. Even if CeeCee would never admit it, Misha is totally the star of the team.

I even grabbed her bag from the change room, so we have all the new magazines AND her makeup!

It’s basically the first fun time I’ve had since becoming a zombie.

But then guess what happened?

I went up to the teacher’s lounge tonight to grab the paper. I try to get a copy every day to see if anything…suspicious happened during the day that might be related to Mr. Loughtree.

I got excited right away because there was a front-page story in the Daily Ringer about a body that turned up near my school. But guess who it turned out to be? Mr. Loughtree!!!

And check this out.

He was decapitated.

Yeah. Fer serious.

So either he got into some kind of weird zombie accident, or somebody freakin’ cut his head off.

I don’t want to jump to any conclusions here, but I’ve seen enough movies to be thinking: zombie hunter.