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Ray’s Pov


The guys spent the entire day with me. We watched all my favorite movies played awesome video games and even read a few comics here and there. It was the best birthday ever, even if I am going to be dissected like a frog in a few hours. Around midnight is when the guys all passed out form fatigue. I wish I could sleep like the rest of the guys, but ever since I became a zombie I can’t and it sucks. I could probably sleep if someone punched me hard enough but it’s not the same, at least I wouldn’t feel the pain of the punch. That’s another thing I can’t do. Feel pain. I figured that out while talking to Gerard a few weeks ago and I accidentally put my hand on the open stove. Lets just say Gerard won’t ever go near a stove again.
When the guys woke up they were forced to leave by the stiff pants guarding the place. I hate it here so much. Now I only have half an hour before they cut me open like a lab rat. I hope they can figure out what’s wrong with me. I don’t like being like this.