Pvz Fanfic/*old* Badly Written**

A piece of me that left

When I opened the door a rush of nostolgia struck at me. The room was cozy despite all of the objects scattered on the ground.
Something must have happened to be like this.
So back to continuation with my story. I kinda got some old memories, but they were blurry. So I took it to myself to ask Zomboss of course.
And, ya.
Um how do I say this he didn't took it lightly. He was starting to mumble thing's, like if he should tell me or not.
From were I'm at, he told me. He explained that I died trying to fight back against the zombies.
Did it made me angry at him, yes it did, he then stated my old home.
Which looks very lonely, causing a frown to take over on my face. I'm glad for finding this place.
There was a piece of me that's been found, and I'm glad. Staring at the photographs on the walls, I spot me with my dog.
Yes a clue!!!
Taking the photo, I read on the collar.
James....
My dog's name was James.
Imma tell everyone that I had a dog!!!
First I need a burger. All of this cheesy touchy moment's are making me hungry. "Yippy!!!"
I head out taking my picture, to I don't know where!!!!