Really Ex-Boyfriend

"You're absolutely rotten, James. You look hot, but you're rotten inside. Now I'm going to make sure that you're as rotten on the outside as the inside."

James didn't feel rotten. He just didn't want to date a wackjob. Was that so bad? James shook his head and felt something fly off. He looked down at the ground, and it looked like a piece of meat. Had he gotten some breakfast on his face?

He felt his face, and something definitely felt strange. It felt like everything was too soft, and was peeling? It didn't hurt, but...he caught sight of his hands. They looked like they were covered in sores and starting to decay. That wasn't right. He turned on his phone camera to get a look at himself, and was terrified by what he saw. He was a zombie!

"Fuck you, James. I'm going to be nice, and not **** you to eat brains, just semen. Enjoy the rest of your rotten un-life."