Maggie Maggot Creepypasta OC

Im not sure I like how she turned out but Im scared to do anything else to her and mess her up ;-;

Name: Margret Dermott
Creepypasta Name: Maggie Maggot
Age: Eternally 16
Species: Rare Zombie
(Many things set her apart from the common zombie. For starters, her body works differently and she's self aware/sentient. Think warm bodies, minus the romance.)
Weapon(s): The bugs that feast on her body (mainly the maggots) and occasionally her sledgehammer.
Personality: Stuck up, confrontational, vain, egotistical, flirty, and immature. She doesn't fully know it, but these are all things she was when she was alive. Her incomplete memory makes her frustrated and her appearance frustrates her even more. Being a teenager with hormones makes her fly off the handle and a little hard to manage. She matures, but she does so incredibly slowly. Her personality now would completely mirror the personality she had when she was alive if it wasn't for the fits of rage she experiences when she's hungry or when she's focused on her monstrous appearance. These fits of rage make her stronger and make her revert to an animalistic state identical to that of a common zombie. Once she's well fed, she calms down. When she's calm and realizes what she just ate, she pukes. (As for what she eats.. she's a zombie. Take a guess.) She's able to experience emotions, but her empathy is mostly gone. She's envious of attractive people and these are her main targets. Take it as a compliment if she goes after you.

TL;DR? She's just a vain kid who throws tantrums and eats people.

Backstory: Margret was a bully. She was popular, well liked by almost everyone, and the teacher's favorite in every class. Everything was perfect. Perfect for her, anyway. She made life hell for a little group of people in her school. She'd humiliate them, taunt them, spread rumors about them, hold them down and cut their hair off, cut their clothes up, and even beat them some days with help from her friends. She was incredibly sadistic for her age. Her bullying was so bad that one of the girls in that group decided to kill herself. The poor girl felt like it was the only thing she could do. Not even the teachers would help them. Margret didn't care, though. She continued her abuse without a care in the world because it was fun. Because she could. She didn't have any excuses to be so cruel. Her life at home was wonderful, her parents bought her anything she wanted, everyone loved her, she had a great boyfriend and her birthday was coming up. Her life couldn't be any better. She bullied for fun. Their suffering intrigued her. Their crying made her curious. She was sick. 
Margret never could have predicted what was coming. 

One day, they had enough. Margret was jumped after school while she was walking to the car her daddy got her for her birthday. They took her keys, drugged her and stuffed her into the trunk of the car, driving it into a secluded forest in a rural area of their town. They let her out of the trunk and watched her puke from the nausea the drug was causing her. She tried crawling away, but the drug made her body feel heavy and her vision get blurry. She began to hallucinate as they stabbed away at one of her arms, gingerly carving it open with sheer satisfaction plastered on their faces. They cut away at her carefully to savor this moment and assure she doesn't bleed out. When they were done with her, they jammed a knife into her right eye and wiggled it around, repeating this over and over again until they turned it to mush in the eyesocket. They left the body to rot and got rid of the evidence like they had planned.  

She was brought back to life by a necromancer who has some control over her and the rest is history. :3