AWKWARD ZOMBIE

>get the mail (you may have already won a million dollars!)

>In desperation, cry for help
>Glowing fairy appears

>HEY LISTEN!

You wake up, and you already start mumbling.
You get up, and whisper something about your yesterdays... and then stop when you feel like you've been doing that
EVERY
SINGLE
DAY


You put on some pants, a shirt, and go get the mail.
As usual, junk mail. There is one letter, though. You open it, and find out... you're going to get evicted.
You stop moving. You don't understand. You pay. You don't go out often enough to piss other people off. You're pretty quiet, as a neighbor -so you think.
You don't understand. The whole world has decided you were his enemy. You don't understand -you CAN'T understand what is happening... since when is life so heavy on your shoulders ? Is it because you stopped believing in God ? Is it because you're not seeing your kids anymore ? Is it because you forgot ? You don't even know what you might have forgotten...
You come back inside and fall slowly on the floor, back to the door...




All of a sudden, in front of you, as soon as you started to lose any kind of hope, any kind of will to live...
... a little glow shines in front of you.
This is not an image, it's not a joke : truly, you discover something blue-ish, shiny, flying above your head.
"Hey, listen !" it yells; it even talks !
You definitely went insane; now you understand. But... heh ! why not ? At least, even if it's in your head, something's still happening...
"... hey, little fairy..." you say

>Fairy offers you one wish
>But you have to do something for it first

>Check self into the funny farm*.

*Note: Funny Farm is another word for mental hospital.

>pet funny chickens

> an hero

GODDAMMIT i was gonna do that

The fairy answers; her voice's pretty melodious, like a soft bell. It's actually pretty soothing.
"Listen, my friend. I'm not true. I'm just a fragment of your imagination"
"I already figured that out, heh"
"That doesn't mean what I say is meaningless. When I want to offer you my help, you ARE going to get help from me. But you have to do things by yourself. You have to help yourself first, you understand ?"
"Yep, I understand", you say as you get back up, "but I'm helpless"
"No one's helpless. You just don't see how. You don't know how."
"Well... how, then ?" you say, hoping again, after all.
"You can't help yourself if you don't help others, OK ? I want you to find someone even more miserable than you are, and to help him out, OK ?"
"Someone who suffers more than me ?... I'd hate to see that..."
"If you don't, I won't give you a hand out of this, Jack."
Jack... it's been a long time since someone called you that way...



You decide to stop thinking; you get dressed, you go out, you take your ID, and nothing else. You close behind you. You couldn't stay, anyway...
The fairy wants you to help someone who hurts ? Who hurts ? Sad people. Where can we find sad people ? At some kind of hospital. You'd rather go there. And... if this whole story is scam anyway, well... at least you'll have a shelter, a place to eat and sleep, and you'll get help after such happenings.
The girl greets you friendly. You tell her you want to check in.
"... check in ?... I'm sorry, sir, why would you want to come here ? You seem pretty healthy and joyful..."
You notice you were wearing your biggest smile, now that this whole story -the flat, the loneliness, the boredom...- left. But you also think you won't get inside if they think you're sane.
"Well it's my chicken. They're crazy" you say.
The girl doesn't answer.
"... excuse me ?"
"Here, look at them"
You "take" a "chicken" and put "it" on the desk. She looks at you as you start petting "it".
"You see ? there's a funnel on its head. It means it's crazy, right ?"
You laugh inside as you see the woman feeling pity for you; strangely, you have fun. It's starting pretty well.
"... listen, i'll go find a doctor, OK ? We'll see what we can do."
"I can wait. I'll sit here... I just hope my chickens won't attack anyone..."
"... don't worry, sir, I'm sure you can handle it perfectly..."
And she leaves. You sit, repressing a huge laughter.

Yep, you're nuts.

Personally, I wanted zombies to happened and for Jack to be the new Bill.

>Hit on the receptionist
>Ask about the Holder of the End

>Doctor comes bursting through the door covered in blood
>Turns to you slackjawed and makes a low grunting sound.
>begins shuffling toward you.

The girl comes back with a man in a white cloth. He comes to you.
"Hello, sir. So, I heard your chickens didn't feel well ?"
"Oh, no, they don't. They're crazy."
"I see... and since when are those chickens crazy ?"
"Oh, like... a few years ?"
"Really ? You should have come sooner, we would have done something for these poor things."
This man seems nice. But you already don't like him. He's just like everyone. He plays nice because he wants to feel good about himself. he's a doctor, good looking, he certainly fucks all those women on a daily basis -filthy, filthy people, can't act properly nowadays.
"What's your name ?"
"I'm Ja..."
You stop. You think. You believe it'd be safer not to say who you are. You decide to take a fake name. Bill it'll be.
"... My name's Bill. Bill Jim French."
"Well nice to meet you, Bill. Please, come with me. We'll talk with you about your chickens, okay ?"
"Thanks."
You follow the man.



As you walk through a veeeeery long corridor, you think to yourself. You seem to remember an old tale about mental institutions... what was it again... yeah, you seem to remember...
"Hey, what if I want to visit the holder of the end ?"
The doctor looks at you, surprised... and starts laughing.
"Hahaha, I had stopped hoping anyone would ask that to me, someday, and I've been working here for five long years."
You don't even remember what the holder of the end is... so you simply ask :
"What is the holder of the end, exactly ?"
"... what, you don't know ?... why did you ask, then ?..."
"I don't know... I just remembered the name, not who he was..."
The doctor stops and smiles. It looks like if he's very pop flyin' to tell you this story.
"Okay... when you go to a mental institution, if you ask to visit this person, they will take you to a hidden part of the building. You'll hear a strange language, very weird, very scary. You'll have then to say "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk". Then, either you'll have to flee for your life, or you might come. When you reach the top, you'll see a man in a dark corner, holding an object. He's the one speaking in tongues. He won't answer anything but to this question : "What happens when they all come together ?"
The answer will feel you with fear... and most people just end their own life. But some others... decide to take a look at what he holds in his hand... if you try to, you'll die a very painful death. The object he holds is one in 2538."
You shake. The doctor felt very serious, very freaky when he told that story... and it wasn't reassuring to listen to him. Now, you definitely dislike him. He's crazy too. He's crazier than anyone.
You finally reach his office. You sit on a comfy chair, and he sits in front of you.

"OK, tell me about you, Bill."



All of a sudden, another doctor bursts through the door and starts yelling to the other one. His head is bloody, and he seems to be in great pain. He walks a little towards you... but goes to the other doctor, not caring about you at all. You curse him in your mind for being so impolite.
"Wh... what is wrong, what's going on ?!"
"Dean, we fucking need your help ! Jill turned fucking nuts, she threw a fucking bottle at my head, I'm pissing blood, fuck, come quick, she won't listen to anyone but you !"
"Bill, i'm deeply sorry but I'll have to let you alone just for a moment, OK ? I won't be long. I'll leave your chickens with you for the time being..."
He leaves in a dash. You feel lonely again. This joke about chickens isn't as funny, now...

>kill a man