Since the moment I woke up in the hospital, I’ve been a member of the walking dead, going through the motions like a robot. That’s why depressive thoughts have been kicking in and dragging me into their merciless clutches. Right now, as Asher ravishes my neck, it’s the first time I’ve felt a burst of life running through me. It hurts, you know. Being dead for so long only to wake up all of a sudden hurts like a son of a bitch. It’s like a baby taking his first breath. The moment his lungs kick into gear, he bursts out crying. That’s what I feel like doing right now. The rush of life is so
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