Pyro

For Ed, there were worse things than the zombie apocalypse. Like jail. But Ed could now light all the fires he wanted without seeing the inside of a cell.
Lighting up Zs was the best. They went up like Roman candles, even without gasoline. He lit them up with matches, shot them with flare guns, even tied one down and set it ablaze with a magnifying glass. 
He learned too late that Zs can burn for quite a while before they can’t bite anymore. Ed turned the gas can on himself and welcomed the flames. They weren’t any less fascinating just because he was the fuel.
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Micropasta