I know it's been forever since I posted, but honestly it's because not much has happened.
Since bringing Liu into the house, things have kinda calmed down. Jeff is still an asshole, but not as much. He spends a lot of time with Liu now, I guess trying to make up for lost time or something. I don't know. Liu is still really quiet, and still doesn'treally even acknowledge Jeff for reasons I don't know, but he seems to have adjusted well to living in the house, and considering his housemates include a ghost and a zombie that's pretty impressive. Sometimes I notice him talking to himself, but I figure it's not my business.
I don't know what happened to both Jeff and Liu before they got to this house, but I assume it was rough.
The rest of us are still... us. Not much has changed. Tim and Brian have been out of the house more. I guess that faceless fuck in the woods is being more active or something. They usually leave Jane in charge, which is definitely the smartest choice.
My birthday passed, so I guess I'm 41 now, not that it matters much when you're a zombie. I didn't tell anyone about it. No need. It just made me sad.
I miss being alive sometimes. All the time. It's not like my life was good. My family cut me off and a was a depressed art student with no hope for the future. But it was better than being dead. Better than being a literal monster.
But, anyway, ignoring that depressing tangent, things have been fine. No one has died, no major injuries, and I haven't bitten anyone in weeks. So yeah, things are good.
