Well I guess I know your darker secrets so I feel honor bound to reveal one of mine own. You know I go by Lizzie, Lizzie Borden to be precise. Do you know who that is? There's an old nursery rhyme about her. Lizzie Borden took an axe/ and gave her mother 40 whacks/When she saw what she had done/ she gave her father 41. Gruesome isn't it. You'd be surprised how many are actually. A few months after I turned 13 our neighborhood was overrun with ghouls. They were monsters. Those of us they didn't turn, they hunted for sport and food, or who knows what else. There was some organlegging stories as well. One day I was able to sneak into my old home, now my parents had always been worthless, they were these big Humanis supporters, neo-catholics...You know superstitious and hateful of anything different.
I found them...eating my little sister, she was a toddler, barely crawling, I thought I was going to vomit. I left, not even thinking of where I was going. I went to the shed in the back grabbed an axe and went back inside, I buried it in my fathers skull. They say that when you chop at someone like that blades get stuck, Not this kind of axe I guess, it's thick wedge shape let me draw it right back up with almost no trouble at all then I buried the axe in my mothers chest. I continued hacking at them for a while. I wasn't sure if they would get back up. My friends found me. There were a lot more than Shelly and Corbin back then, our numbers dwindled as some were caught by the ghouls. I miss them, but not my parents, not a bit. Is that weird?