The zombie venom entered my bloodstream, the Council HQ was ready to blow, and I was tapped out of magic.

Using the hunger already on me personally, wyrmlings closing in, and my own body shutting down, I used to be almost defeated. But where there’s life, there’s hope. I needed a family, I had developed friends, and I put the opportunity at a future.

All I put to accomplish was find a get rid of before We became one of the undead, destroy the maniacs after me personally and my boss, and life will be peachy, right?

Wrong.

The need to feed becomes irresistible, family get dragged into my mess, and then a brand new set of problems present themselves that test me to my limits, and beyond.

I gotta admit, I’m this near just jacking everything in and letting this infection get.

At least after that you will see peace. No pain. No harm. No disappointment.

Hi there, I’m Faz Pound, and I’m having a bad life.