I woke up thinking that it was only morning and that what happened to me was just a dream. I had flashbacks from Ishii's tyrannical love making and his beatndown that he gave me. I look down upon my self and see that I am covered in clotted and fresh blood on my clothing.
I feel my face and see that there is wet Madded hair that's when I realized that I was not cleaned up before autopsy and after.
They did not care for westerners Asian or otherwise to be a bordern on them.
I realized that I was a zombie an undead and that is was a mass funeral for prostitutes.
I did not dare to get out of the casket for fear of being dismembered. No this was the Tokugawa Era but just simple supertision that they had since Tokugawa times.
When not one was looking a made a dash for it. They said that zombies are slow but we can be quick if need be.
For I was a zombie cryptid.....a monster from beyond the grave.....out for blood.
I remember the evil look in his eyes as he was beating me and slicing my throat. But that look was also in his eyes.
I was so into the reached hotel by my for lover and met ishii her. Thinking I was gone to find true love I accepted him for what he was. But he just a dirty whore that he fuck and beat around.
Trusted me I thought of me leaving but the inevitable would happen sooner than now.
I used to have a name but it was erased after my autopsy.
They found plenty of broken this and sliced that. Apparently I aspirated on my own blood. My first taste for human blood.
But unfortunately it wasn't ishii's blood that I tasted.
I walked the streets and parks for food and shelter. But no one would take in a the smell of rotting flesh.
So I lived on a box for I dared not to work in the sex industry again.
It was then that,I realized my emotions where null and numb as well as my physical ability to feel pain. And for that I was sub human....a leper of sorts.
Did they no i was dead or undead.
For every pick or spit I felt I was demanded and wanting justice and revenge all the time.
I didn't want ton have to do this but I had to take karate to build up my confidence and strength as I am undead and not dead.
When I saw them familiar strikes and kicks it was a big trigger for me.
I tried to know collapsed feel anything but this time I was human as I feel both psychological pain and emotional. He was there but stripped of his black belt status for what he did. I was actually feeling another emotion.....fear. I was becoming a warm body.
But I couldn't do anything but pass out in fear and break the dojos door.
I soon I had to find another dojo as the sensei was a tyrannical is ishii. He saw me and laughed at he and said who is this bloodied slut.
Ishii saw me
"That's the fuck face bitch who took my 7 Dan black belt status away from me
"Had she survived I'd be owner fucking grand Master of this place."
Ishii walked out of seedy dojo in a huff. The other screw balls wanted a piece of me - sex wise in the dojo and I had to get the fuck out. But not before the students the creeps kissed me 8n the mouth And asked me to be is girlfriend.
"Sure," I said he was eager to fuck me right there. "When he'll freezes over."
I stepped on his throat crushing his airway and he died.
As for the other creeps they ran off to their oyabuns.
I took the training manual and took it for my self. I had to each my self.
When I first saw the movements in the bock and how to do them. I was time travelling and seeing ishii's eyes as he karate chopped me in the throat. I'd find out more horrors as I went through the manual....
I had to look at the horrid book and I cried for the first time in my after life. I cried so hard that I had to curl up and ball my eyes out.
Then this nauseating feeling came over. This was a flash back.
This would not go way for ever I thought the dread of looking at this book of karate moves nauseated me as I am figuring out how I died. This will not.be a good way to start my purgatory. I would sell my soul to be in heaven and peace. But I was earth bound for eternity as an evil entity until I got what I wanted.