I’ve been thinking about our recent battle against a crazy anti-zombie wannabe necromancer. Normally taking on a bunch of zombies isn’t a big deal to me. I’m pretty strong for a zombie myself. But I had a scare during that battle when Desmond lost consciousness. CherryPop tells me that it was touch and go with him for a while there. I wouldn’t know. When Desmond loses consciousness, so do I. I don’t mean the kind of consciousness you lose when you go to bed for the night. I mean, near death-type consciousness. It’s different.

In a sense I belong to Desmond. In the old days, I would call him Master and would be his slave. Necromancers have evolved, fortunately. But the connection that binds a true zombie like me to his or her necromancer can be severed at any time. Like during a crucial battle with a bunch of zombies in which my young charge and everyone she loves is at stake.

It’s not very handy. It makes me feel vulnerable. Like I can’t do the job I was Raised to do - protect CherryPop. I gave up a lot to keep her safe. To know that it might all be pointless if, while I’m protecting her, I can just drop like a bag of bricks if my necromancer dies too? It’s harsh. And it’s been bothering me.

Ok. It’s been a very long time since I posted. Guilt is a great motivator. Guilt and a hulking pissed-off zombie looming over you.

Not that I don’t want to blog and Liam isn’t forcing me. Just guilting me I just get distracted. There’s been a lot going on lately and frankly, I’ve been so tired that I come home and all I want to do is tumble into bed and sleep for a thousand years. Been working on the ghost issue. Finally got that sorted out. Turned out Eleanor’s daughterghost, Beth, had decided she’d had enough playing the haunter and took off to see the world. She knew her mother would never let her go, so she basically ran away. How about that? A runaway ghost.

Anyway, with Mom’s help we tracked her down, she agreed to come back and work out things with her mom and all is peachy now.

In other news, the dead are as restless as ever and we still haven’t figured out why. It’s all Dad and I can do to keep up with raisings, settlings, and occasional zombie who is too stubborn to realize they are dead and won’t go back down. It saps just about all of Dad’s strength when we get one of those.

Mom’s working with her coven to try and do their thing to find out what the hell is going on, but no joy so far and I’ve been with Dad every night training and helping. See what I mean about tired?

But I’m still around, and the blog will pick up once we get this sorted out, I promise.