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"A Walk Home to Remember: The Unexpected Journey of a Young Boy Turned Zombie"


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Question: Question: The year is 2024. Write me a long and thorough and detailed story the way I type about a random 6 year old boy with a description of the boy's name, where he's from in the US, birthday, race being white, birth year, height, weight, hair color, hairstyle, eye color and what he's wearing shoes included and what he sounds like as he walks home alone for the first time with permission from his young mom. Include his mom's name, age, birthday and birth year, height, and weight. Include his dad's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight and have him not be in his son's life and explain why. Include his older aunt's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Include his older uncle's name, age being younger than his aunt, birthday and birth year being younger than his aunt, height and weight and have him not be present either. Include his grandma's name, age, birthday and birth year, height and weight. Have the boy be excited to tell all the cool stories about walking alone he was gonna to his mom and grandma when he went over to her house and his loving stuffed animal and his dog. Have him get home and fall asleep. Have him jerk awake at some point in the night when he realizes he's not even sleeping in a bed anymore. Have him look down realizing he's stumbling and bruised up and grunting in a weird way. Reveal him to be a female zombie. Reveal how feminine his outfit is and what parts of his outfit are missing. Reveal the feminine shoes he's wearing. Have him try to say he misses mommy but unwillingly say something a zombie would say and have it be in quoted text.

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Once upon a time in the heart of Tulsa, Oklahoma, lived a sprightful little 6-year-old boy named Matthew Sanders. Matthew, born on October 10th, 2018, had crystal blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Standing a little over 3.5 feet tall on his tiny feet and weighing barely 50 pounds, each little step he took was filled with the joyous energy of half a dozen hummingbirds. With wavy chestnut-brown hair and a smile that could light up a room, he was the epitome of pure, innocent youth. His hair, combed in a neat side parting, moved carelessly as he walked in his bright red sneakers, sounding like soft whispers against the pavement. Being white, he was often seen wearing colorful clothes. That day, it was a Superman T-shirt, blue cargo shorts, and his favorite red sneakers that echoed softly with every step he took. Matthew was the beloved son of Sarah Sanders, a vibrant 25-year-old woman born March 1, 1999. Sarah, who stood at 5.7 feet and weighed about 150 pounds, was as beautiful as she was strong. She raised Matthew single-handedly as his father, John Sanders, left them when Matthew was just a baby. John, born July 3rd, 1997, standing at 6 feet tall, and weighing 180 pounds, walked out of their lives due to his irresponsibility and incapability to handle parenthood and adult obligations. Sarah's sister, Aunt Claire, served as a second mother to Matthew. Born Oct. 3rd, 1995, Claire, a 5.8 feet tall woman who weighed 160 pounds, always made sure Matthew was brimming with love and care, despite her own brother-in-law's indifference. Claire's husband, Uncle Tom, younger to her by a year, born on Nov 2nd, 1996, 6.1 feet tall, 190 pounds, was often away on business trips and missed being around his favorite little nephew. Finally, there was Grandma Martha, a woman of 60 years, who had the heart of a teenager. Born August 8th, 1964, she was a petite woman. Standing at only 5.3 feet and weighing 130 pounds, her energy and love for life exceeded her physical stature. Matthew was bouncing on his heels at the thought of the day's adventures he was about to share as he walked home for the first time. He clutched his worn-out teddy, Mr. Tickles, and leashed in the other hand was his faithful Lab, Sparky. Later that night, as sleepy eyes gave way to dreams, Matthew lay on his bedroom floor hugging Mr. Tickles, Sparky sprawled beside him. He jerked awake, disoriented, the unimaginable had happened. He wasn't Matthew anymore; Staring at his reflection, he discovered he was a female zombie. He was tall and his frame lanky, all his clothes were gone, save for a tattered, feminine dress and worn-out Mary Jane shoes. In the eerie silence of the night, Matthew tried to say" Mommy," but what came out was, "Brains…" His innocent voice turned into a guttural, haunting moan. Struggling to clutch at his human reality, young Matthew was trapped in an horrifying nightmare.

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April 10, 2024, 6:57 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, April 10, 2024

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