She had been voluntarily confining her to a room for almost the entire day for days now, avoiding as much human interaction as possible, and pretending to be fine during the rare occasions when she really couldn't get out of not talking to people. She had been following a cycle to make her feel bad about herself. Not working when she was supposed to, making her feel guilty, but then forcing herself to not do anything about it, resulting in more guilt. After a certain point of time, she had difficulties even getting out of the bed. She knew she was lagging behind in a lot of areas, and if she didn't do anything about it soon, she would be in a soup. But she really couldn't do anything. She could only bring herself to indulge in the pointless frivolities, knowing fully well what she was doing to herself.
And with time, she got very good at it too.
After all, she had been doing it for many, many years now. And with time, it came naturally. Sometimes, very rarely, she would remember her glory days, when she didn't pretend to like people, when she genuinely had friends she cared about, and dreams she fought for. She didn't know how she became this person from the one she was. She would blame her past for what she had become, but somewhere deep down, she knew it was all on her.
She used to feel like a dragon, breathing fire, and now she left like the dying embers left in the morning after a bonfire, which would sometime simmer up, but would be unable to light up ever again.
She had been put down too many times to even want to try to rise up again. And so, she continued living like a zombie. Not dead exactly, but not alive either. And thus, when the zombie apocalypse struck, she fit right in. And since she didn't have dead skin and horrendous look like the other zombies, she was a novelty.
Eventually, once the zombies were done feeding on all the living being, and capturing the rest for future fodder, they got organized and civilized, as is the case with all cultures and races. And when that day came, due to her uniqueness, out protagonist was chosen the Zombie Queen, to rule the Zombieland as she saw fit. And she had a gala time.
Moral of the story- If you look hard enough, there is always a Happily Ever After. If not, stop once you find the Happy, and don't look After that.
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