Age: 25

E-mail: z-squirrel@

News: (This here will be news I shall post for you all!)

February 7th 2017: WOW, SO A YEAR LATER... I've begun rewriting Resident Evil: Stay Alive. First three chapters are up, and I'm wanting to have three chapters up per week. I don't know if I'll be able to reach that goal until late March because I'm applying for an art school so I'm busy until the deadline closes. But after then I am free and you can expect three chapters per week or every other week. I'm not a machine Vivian!

-E

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ON TWITTER: @ElsaKrogh For when I post the new rewritten chapters!!! Ill notify you there since I don't think yall will get a notification when I just replace chapters. I'll also be talking about the progress, and when to expect a new chapter. It's a handy way to be in touch with me.

ON INSTAGRAM: @elsakristensenart For potential story related art, art in general, and other resident evil art and comics ill be working on without Rick and Claire in it.

ATTENTION: I don't like plagorism, and I'm sure you guys don't either. So let's all do each other a favor and stick with our own unique styles of writing.

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it