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may have just a few minutes, possibly a few hours. I will go on as long as I can. I will begin by telling you a little bit about us.
    My name is Jillian Drake and I am here with my husband Evan. We are both 37 years old. We wer e living in Ft. Myers, Florida. I have waist length wavy auburn hair, blue eyes, a straight nose, and a little gap between my two front teeth. I like to think it’s my trademark. I’m a little chunky, I haven’t always been.  Pleasingly plump is what I call it, though I have lost quite a bit in light of the past few week’s events. (Too bad it took a crisis to get me to lose 20 pounds). Evan used to tell me that I looked like (with my mouth shut) the beautiful actress Rachel Weisz (who I’m guessing is not so pretty anymore). I didn’t agree, but I’ll gladly take it.
    I met my husband while I was working in a diner. He walked in the door with the most amazingly beautiful bright green eyes, and dark brown hair that is just half a shade from being black. He was wearing a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue jeans that fit him very well and work boots. In my book, there isn’t anything in the world a man can wear that makes him hotter than that. Whew! I swear I couldn’t concentrate! I botched every order I took except for his. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mouth, perfectly plump, beautifully shaped lips that are a natural shade of purple. He caught me looking a couple times and I was only slightly embarrassed, I wanted him to see me looking. It was definitely lust at first sight. We dated for a few months before we got married, barefoot on the beach.
    It was just the two of us and Reverend Hostetler, the cute little old Amish preacher that performed the ceremony. It was perfect. Evan did get a little impatient with the longwinded speech the Reverend was giving about marriage and as soon as he paused, Evan interrupted and said as sweetly as possible, “Can I kiss my bride now?” and the preacher said “No, I’m not finished yet.” We all laughed at this and finished the ceremony.
    We spent the next two days and nights in a beachfront room at the Island Pier Hotel.  In the evening we pulled our chairs down on the sand and kicked back with our beers in hand, without a word we watched the sun go down while we listened to the sounds of the Gulf. It was definitely a Corona moment. We’ve been pretty much inseparable ever since, we have never spent a night apart. That was seven years ago. I know - I know. It’s the shortest love story you have ever heard. There’s no time for an epic romance novel, or the steamy erotic tale it would be if I included the juicy bits. So now, I will get to the point.
    I am guilty of being addicted to Resident Evil games, zombie movies, shows, and books. I had seen Return of the Living Dead when I was ten and it scared the shit out of me, but I knew it was only make believe so I became a little bit of a zombie fanatic. Even though I was so fascinated by zombies, they went on the back burner for a little while after I read ‘Interview with a Vampire’.
    I fell in love with Lestat, as did everyone else on the planet. It was all about vampires after that. I wanted to be one so bad; I really wish I could be one right now. I would make Evan my immortal companion before the Infection set in enough to ravage his body and transform him into a being that I used to love to be frightened of. Yes, it is a fantasy world I sometimes live in. Evan used to tell me so all the time. Anyway, all the time that I was mostly into vampires, I still loved playing any zombie killing game I could play, as long as it had a good story line.
    I could live through the terror with Leon or Claire while playing Resident Evil, I could endure the attacks of the twitchy nurses and their giant syringes in Silent Hill. It was okay because, I was only playing a game. It’s not a game now.
    There are no puzzles to solve, no pieces of medallions to find, so I can use them to open the