Date: 12/12/01, 8pm: A Fateful Winter’s Day, The Snowy Woman


    I met a girl while I was walking through the forest.


    She was freezing, and covered in snow.


    Her hair is pure white, and her eyes are a beautiful red.


    I’m not sure if she’s a human and dead, or a zombie who’s unconscious.


    Considering the white hair, I assume that she’s a zombie that’s just a bit more human than the rest.


    “What?” Is the first thing she said.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    It was very quiet.


    I picked her up and brought her home.


    My parents are asleep, so I put her in my bed to warm up.


    I figure she’s just frozen.


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    It was late, so I was dozing off while I waited for her to wake up.


    And wake up she did. Not very pleasantly, though.


    When she woke up, she immediately grabbed a knife from somewhere and held it to my throat while I was still dozing off.


    If I remember correctly, I think she said


    “Who are you. Where am I? Why did a human like you rescue some zombie?! What’s your plan?”


    Of course, I was definitely startled.


    In fact, I still am.


    She fell asleep again, though. So I’m still alive to write this at least.


    I’ll try figuring it out in the morning. I’m tired right now.


    I hope I don’t die while I’m asleep.