London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.

The clock struck, it was midnight and the fun had just begun. I had to survive this night. Aliens were pushing people off the bridge and killing them. Well, I wish they were killing them but nothing is what it seems. It is the nineteenth century and well we are friends with those who are not from this world. They came in peace, or so we believed. Oh well.

They started the other day pushing people off the bridge. Once we die the water brings us back to life. Yes, we have zombies in this century. Not only that, they do not want brains oh no they want to have friends. Friends for ever. So death here we come. I refuse as the fair lady of this house. I just watch people become friends forever. They are so interesting. I watch over people and keep them in my house and well dissect them after a while. People get boring after a while anyway. I hate people which are why I refuse to jump.

Who would want to become friends with someone, when you can just rip out their organs and watch hem bleed out choking on their own blood? I see zombies walking the streets hug others and pushing people of the London bridge. I walk back to the kitchen for my next victim. I feel like killing someone right now.

I pick up the three-year-old and bring her down to the basement. I lay her down and drug her. she is too gullible, really. I start with her head chopping it off blood gets on my dress, it now is my favorite dress. I leave her head on the door step. I feel zombies trying to get it. They break down the door and grab me. I laugh, this is so funny. I get thrown off. The water surrounds me, drowning out everything. I awoke from my slumber. I feel nothing but being friends with people. Now I can kill everyone for ever. All I want is to have fun with others.