There's not much to write about this week. Me and Tucker got Birch untied, I made a vest for her, but just yesterday... I saw my mother - the zombie of my mother who was probably hit by a car. Her legs dragged behind her, leaving a trail of dead teal blood. Her face... It was horrifying... her jaw was broken, yet she was still coming toward me to eat me. It wasn't as easy as one would think to get away; seeing my braindead yet formerly loving and hospitable mother coming toward me. I wanted to help her; if I were still somewhat a zombie, I could bite her and she could turn back a little bit. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. I wasn't able to help her. After a bit of her dragging herself, I saw that she had another bite mark from another zombie. "Taq, stay strong." She mumbled before she... stopped breathing.
I'm gonna make some art of what happened afterward (it's surprisingly cute) Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/915343909 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/907928519/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/913380303 #FO
