Dear Instagram,

In case I don't make it to post another reeI, I want you to know that I loved you from the pit of my heart.

From yours lovely,
Mavobella.

I could barely think of a better letter to write on my day of departure.

Deep down, I wanted to die and beat up the ass of whoever took my job. But if dying meant no more throwing rotten eggs at strangers' cars or sharing my divorce story on bar tables pretending to be drunk, then I suppose I had other plans with my life.

This must be what they meant by 'rest in peace.' I'm feeling pretty peaceful right now. Tentacle squeezing me to death. Now, I have a new vacation idea in mind.

Why was this day so messed up? When I got my limbs back, I couldn't use them. Now, my abilities were flickering. I could feel my halo sputtering like dying embers atop my head, its faint light visible through the reflective skin of the beast.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, an outline of an angel appeared. If I had lost a screw, she had lost the whole god-damn tool box. Even the person with the slightest modicum of sense could tell that that was suicide—confronting a monster a hundred times her size. I guess she was too desperate to die.

She flew wielding a giant sword. As she drew closer, her sword glowed. It glowed orange, like the sun—so bright that it seemed ready to burn the shit out of the monster.

But the zombies had other plans. I have watched tons of zombie movies, but flying zombies were on another whole level of madness. These weren't just zombies; they were angel zombies. They displayed all the physical traits of angels—halos that were a luminous green and tattered wings. Some even had weapons, like swords, bound to them.

I hadn't understood my surroundings yet, and that didn't make things any better. No wonder my punching bag was so swift.

Some couldn't fly and didn't have halos—safe to say that they were not angels.

The suicidal lady maneuvered around a few zombies and slashed others with her jagged sword. As expected, they fell from the sky, but began collecting their body parts as soon as they touched the ground.

Her skills were honed. How she glided across the skies and sliced them in fluid motion like a samurai, I had only seen in action movies.

I was mesmerized until I felt the monster's grasp tightening against my chest. I turned to meet jagged teeth drooling with green for my angelic flesh. Its breath reeked. You should get a toothbrush, man.

"Help!" My vocals still hadn't cleared, hence bringing about a scrappy and low tone. If the lady had come to save me, she'd better do it now, not show off in a battle with dead angels.

Her hearing must have been as sharp as mine. She switched towards me, visualizing my near-death situation. In one swift move, the angels were left flying in pieces. She seemed wounded in her left arm, but she couldn't care less.

She shot down from the sky like a bullet.

Just when my head was about to be dashed into Willy Wonka's teeth factory, she launched for the tentacle holding me captive. She severed it in one move, freeing me from its grip.

Thick, luminous green blood oozed out of the now-half tentacle.

My savior must not have seen my landing spot. Nevermind, I could use a shower to rinse off the zombies' punch.

I crashed on my back and was drowned by the sea quicker than I expected. Luckily, I could breathe or at least I did in parts. The angel of death was coming back into me, but only intermittently: One breath I was choking, the other I could breathe as if I were in the air. One moment my halo was glowing, the other it was out and I was left in utter darkness.

I stretched my back, willing my pair of wings to emerge, but that was the most reluctant part of my angelic existence. C'mon. I stretched harder until I felt my back tearing. My wings were sneaking out. I had never been more relieved to be an angel.

The pair of celestial red wings glistened with malevolent intelligence, each bone in my body feeling recharged. The water around me shuddered in the very moment. I faced the surface and propelled myself upwards with extreme energy, breaking out of the water like a whale.

Time to get my ass off here. I summoned Ye, who came gliding to my hand like a magnet. But as soon as she got to my fist, my abilities flickered. My wings went numb, and my halo burned out. Now, Ye was dragging me down with her.

My scythe was a heavy tool imbued with a keen sense of celestial powers by the Imperium, hence it could only be wielded by an angel. To normal humans, it was a weight they couldn't lift.

A new fear stole my over, I forced myself to focus, pushing around the chaos around me. My abilities flickered back just in time to avoid a crash landing on the dead.

In the midst of the mayhem, I caught sight of the nut job angel that was slicing through a swarm of tentacles with relentless precision. The beast had more tentacles than I could imagine, but that was no longer my business. My business was getting away from here as far as possible.

One of the dead floated towards me. With my scythe in my right hand, there was nothing I couldn't beat. I slammed it and sliced it into two. The upper body and the lower body were no longer one. Its lower body flew to the ground and crushed, but its upper was relentless. It stretched for me. Pretty dumb of it. With one flick, it was in pieces.

The lady, on the other hand, was shot flying by the sea monster. She flipped like a ball and crashed into me. Resiliently, she regained composure in one shake of her head.

"You attack on the right. I'll take its left. Hope he will be here soon."

My mind raced, trying to process her plan. But first things first—she dialled the wrong number. Running away was my game plan, not attacking on the right flank. I was going to save my ass. Secondly, who was 'he'?

"Go," she whispered in a tone I wouldn't have heard if I weren't an angel.

I was 'go'ing to the opposite direction. My motive remained the same. Angel zombies fired my way, but when I needed it the most, my abilities betrayed me. I found myself being pulled to the ground.

Unanticipatedly, when I was about to eat the sand, I felt my wings again and Ye's grasp. The angel in me was messing with me.

I fired into the sky and thrashed across the swarm of dead beings. Momentarily, my powers betrayed me. One second I felt myself going down, feeble, the other I felt like thunder.

I twirled my scythe at an unnatural speed, forming a protection force around me that tore into pieces every zombie. I faced the earth and fired like a comet towards it, accumulating as much energy as I could on my way.

Reaching on the field of zombies, I crashed and sent them flying into pieces miles away in all directions.

"Brilliant. But I would run if I were you," the lady warned in a tone that was more jolly than alarming.

That was the first thing on my to-do list after she saved my ass—if she didn't know. That was until, of course, Dicky McDoggy's family ruined the moment.

The lady didn't mean it that way. She was referring to the sea monster that was rumbling as if it was about to make diarrhea out of its mouth. It trembled even the surface as the core of its throat shimmered in a luminous green liquid.

It bubbled like an acid, before a torrent of it fired like a volcano. I was just in time to make my leave, but was caught with some drops.

Damn, it burned. The two drops around my wrist felt like a real angelic acid. How? It was as if it was built to destroy angels. As far as I knew, not many creatures were made to do that.

"Jackpot," the lady shouted, pulling out a transparent bottle from the shrouds she called clothes. She strode towards the bubbling liquid melting the dead and sand and put a sample of it in the bottle. She then shook it like a proud scientist. She was crazy. More crazier than me.

In the moment of unknowingness, the zombies began collecting themselves. The ones that were on the ground emitted an energy I was way too familiar with-demon energy. Demons had a distinctive aura that I couldn't easily miss. Demon zombies? What was this place? Anthropomorphism-gone-wrong city, or St. Everything-Is-Crazy town.

I stretched my wings and shot off the surface, but they were not done with me. "Watch out," I heard the warning, but it was too late.

I was tackled and taken back to the surface. Demons had unnatural speed hence the zombies pinned me down before I could digest what had happened. The lady flew to my rescue, but her gift was on her way. She was pressed against a stone that was close enough to the bobbling fluid that I bet she could feel its radiation.

"Wade!" She called.

An angel answered the call by falling from the sky and crash-landing on the surface.

"Little help her," the lady called in a choking tone.

The angel from the sky got to his feet and stumbled before his wings disappeared on his back. From my point of view, I couldn't clearly see his face, but I could tell that he was holding a bottle in his right hand. He was in an oversized cloak and heavy boots. He stumbled once again, and that was when he sold himself out. He was drunk and that was a bottle of beer he was holding.

There is alcohol that can make an angel tipsy? I felt like grinning in the discovery, but this was not exactly the moment for that.

Was that the guy she was calling for rescue? Okay, Jack Sparrow show us what you got.

He stumbled two feet and fell on the ground. His head went down and butt up as if, mhh, mhh. My manners. It wasn't the best thing to think about a guy to my rescue, was it? Or his sand bed. Another solid proof that I was trapped in a vast mental asylum. Either way, he bought the eyes of the zombies.

I flicked off the one holding my hand, summoned Ye, and sliced the zombies before shooting towards the opposite direction of the water.

The lady executed a series of some crazy downtown lady maneuvers and freed herself from the horde. Without missing a bit, she swooped down, grabbed the drunkard, and flew off, her speed a sharp contrast to his stumbling gait.

"Follow me," she whispered across the sky.

Considering that I had more pissed-off angel zombies behind me and more demons on earth waiting for me to fall, I could really use a lady of her skills.

She landed lightly on a house's veranda. I followed close behind. Surprisingly, the zombies could not cross the threshold of the house.