Wait, I'm a zombie with an intact brain? Ah, the Synopsis. An uncharacteristic box to be filled with words to better explain the story to a new reader. How I despise it. Extremely difficult to handle with a brain as inconsistent in retaining information as mine. Which is why I think I chose this approach. Something to get you to see more how the author sees things. If that makes sense? I believe i'm trying to make you better understand the artist before seeing the art. But you're here for the series information, not me.
Ezekiel Leanne Is a 19 year old college student, part time convenience store worker. Hoping to be a Plumber in the future, his look into college is.. characteristic so to speak. He wakes up, goes to college for 7 hours, heads home to relax, then heads to work.
Ezekiel is a very loud and passionate person when around others, and his personality is of the same caliber. Open and charming, loud and gutsy, and not afraid to do what's right. Having a large, extremely popular friend group, and overall being one of the kindest, and most hardworking guys in not just the construction department, but in the entirety of the school? Its hard for anybody to NOT know who he is.
However, one day, 3 laptops are stolen from the school, and through a series of mishaps, horribly worded explanations of his side of the story, and some apparently thoroughly investigations, Ezekiel is framed for this. Fined 900$ for the stolen objects because he didn't return them (Obviously) and given detention for a single day, mostly so the teachers can yell at him for his horrendous transgressions.
Though, the teachers don't show up. The halls become rowdy, and not rowdy in the sense everyone is chatty, but rowdy in the sense that everyone is screaming, crying, and banging into lockers, windows, and doors. Ezekiel storms out of the room, only to be met with the smell of blood, which instantly causes him to recoil, falling on his ass back into the room. Catching his breath and trying not to hurl, he holds his breath, storming back out.
And next thing he knows, his arm has a giant chunk bite mark, bleeding profusely, and even a tooth stuck inside of it from the frantic yanking and smacking he gave the guy munching his arm. The man in question, now lifeless on the ground.
He was panicking, and unsure of what to do. He took a deep breath, and popped in some Vyvanse. His ADHD medication. And.. strangely, he felt tired.. and a dark underlining feeling of.. intense hunger. His body rose, but he gave no effort in it. His body walked out the door, but he didn't will it. His body, knelt down to a corpse of a girl. Somebody he knew, his friend Celeste. But.. that thought faded away, as the first bite into her lifeless body began.
It was dark outside when he regained consciousness. His body feeling faint, like the vague sense that something is there, though you cannot see, hear, or feel it. His thoughts blank and hard to condense into a single, genuine thought. His eyes darted around, by the little amounts they could, and it locked onto the now horribly disfigured pink hair girl on the ground, the one he had bitten. His mind raced, and finally, a thought formed. Followed by a word.
"C-Celeste..?"
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