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I have no idea what this is, but it might make a fun short movie. Any volunteers?
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From a distance, I look normal. Just another average guy on his way to work. You wouldn't look twice if you saw me across the street. From a distance you would never guess my secret.
I have zombie lips.
My story is all too common. One night in college, after a night of drinking, I passed out on my face. All circulation to my lips was cut off. I'm not sure how long I lay there, but when my roommate found me it was too late. My lips were completely dead. My roommate decided to resurrect my lips using a voodoo spell he found on the internet, and I was too drunk to stop him. The next day I woke to an amazing hangover and two undead lips.
The side-effects aren't as bad as you might imagine. They do try to eat the brains of everyone I meet, but there isn't much lips can do by themselves. Occasionally they go for *my* brain, without any more success. Eating can be difficult.
The worst part is the social stigma attached to being part zombie. Modern treatments completely prevent the spread of partial necrotic animation. Thanks to these, I and thousands of others like me can lead a full and satisfying life, free of threat of turning into mindless, brain-eating monsters.
Other than my condition, I am just like you. I could be your neighbor, your coworker, your friend. I'm not going to crack open your skull and feast on the delicious brainflesh inside.
My name is John, and I have zombie lips.
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From a distance, I look normal. Just another average guy on his way to work. You wouldn't look twice if you saw me across the street. From a distance you would never guess my secret.
I have zombie lips.
My story is all too common. One night in college, after a night of drinking, I passed out on my face. All circulation to my lips was cut off. I'm not sure how long I lay there, but when my roommate found me it was too late. My lips were completely dead. My roommate decided to resurrect my lips using a voodoo spell he found on the internet, and I was too drunk to stop him. The next day I woke to an amazing hangover and two undead lips.
The side-effects aren't as bad as you might imagine. They do try to eat the brains of everyone I meet, but there isn't much lips can do by themselves. Occasionally they go for *my* brain, without any more success. Eating can be difficult.
The worst part is the social stigma attached to being part zombie. Modern treatments completely prevent the spread of partial necrotic animation. Thanks to these, I and thousands of others like me can lead a full and satisfying life, free of threat of turning into mindless, brain-eating monsters.
Other than my condition, I am just like you. I could be your neighbor, your coworker, your friend. I'm not going to crack open your skull and feast on the delicious brainflesh inside.
My name is John, and I have zombie lips.
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If I have anything to do with this I will, somehow, die.
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:)
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