Writetober 2024, Horror Haven: Day 7: Brainrot Blues

TG was a bit of a misfit. Sure, he was undead, but he still felt the same gnawing unease that plagued the living. So, he decided to attend a support group for anxiety. He figured maybe hearing other people's struggles would make him feel less alone.


When he arrived, the group had already begun. People were sharing their fears and worries, and TG listened with open ears. "I'm afraid of public speaking," one woman confessed. "I get sweaty palms and a racing heart." TG nodded. He could relate to that. He once had a particularly bad case of brain rot that had left him feeling quite.. jittery.


"I'm always worried about my job," another person said. "I feel like I’m going to get fired." TG also related. He'd once been fired from a job as a grave digger. Apparently, eating the bodies he was supposed to bury wasn't appreciated by his boss.


Then it was TG's turn to share. He cleared his throat and began, "Well, I'm a zombie.” There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, one woman raised her hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I understand. What does being a zombie have to do with anxiety?" TG sighed. "Well, you know, the whole undead thing can be a bit stressful. I'm always worried about being eaten by other zombies, or getting trapped in a basement."


The group exchanged glances. They clearly weren't sure how to respond. Finally, one man spoke up. "I think this isn’t the right group for you, TG. Maybe you should try a support group for the undead." TG nodded sadly. He knew he was right. But as he walked away, he couldn't help but feel a little bit lonely.


written by Zoe

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