"What am I?" The question I have been struggling to ask myself seemed like Ravyn was the right one to ask.
He took a deep breath and then titled his face as if he was looking for the right words, "A zombie with a working brain and some good healing powers and strength." He itched his scalp and then proceeded to speak, “It all started by The Woods.” He finished and then started thinking once again.
“What did they do?” I was still in the blank, there was no much that I needed to know before I could even comprehend why I was chosen to turn into this dead thing now.
“I was only 2 when a burglar broke into our mansion. I was in my room, in my crib when that man barged in. In anger and frustration, he held me to make my parents give him whatever he wanted. It was then that he dropped me from
