The zombies weren’t so bad after a while. They were docile during the day, and I was never much of a night owl anyway. The winters were tough, but summer was fine. And if you were careful, the vampires wouldn’t get you. I lived far enough away from the old, ruinous castle, but Frank lived in its shadow and he seems fine, if a little tired. The werewolves, that was the real problem. One of those show up and the whole neighborhood goes downhill.
Really, I can’t figure why everyone’s running into the Forbidden Forest. It’s in the name, Forbidden.
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