My life before Julie (Warm Bodies)

NiNe

My eyes flash open and I am looking at the gray sky above me. My head is spinning and I can't think straight. Where am I? I can't remember anything before this moment. I can't even remember my name. I pick myself up and look around. I try to walk but leg is limb behind me. There are other people around. They look like me and walk like me...I don't know who they are. One comes towards me, hes bald, has a gray suit on and is a bit budgy. He sniffs me and takes my arm. He groans loudly at me and I am scared. Who is this man? This gray, dirty, bloody man who is dragging me away from some area I don't even recognize. I try to speak and tell him to let me go but the only thing that comes out is a groan. He looks at me and back out in front of me. Where are we going? What are we doing? Who is this man? What am I? I can't speak and for some reason I am hungry for...flesh? What is wrong with me. I stay following this man with a limp in my leg, I look at the surrounding area, nothing seems familiar. This gray, lifeless place, where everyone is groaning and moving at a slow pace. A woman, with scraggily brown hair and a long dress that is ripped and bloody is eating something, it smells delicious and I want to eat it....but what is it? I choose to look away and stay focused on where this man is taking me. Where are we going? What is he doing? Why do I have the urge to go see whatever the women was eating that I want so badly. How long have we been walking? 

I try to speak my the only thing that comes out is a groan. I would like to say "HI. I don't know where were going or why I am acting like a zombi-"Wait, maybe that is what I am. A zombie. But how? Did I die? But when? How did this happen? Are we all zombies? No, corpse is a better word for it. Corpses, walking breathing corpses. That still doesn't answer the question of how this happened? Who is this man pulling me behind him?

After what seems like an hour were in front of an airport, the man lets go of my shirt and walks away. Where do I go? What do I do? Run? I attempt to run but can barley get two feet without needing to stop. I walk around until I see an airplane. It looks safe enough. Away from all of these...corpses. I walk up the steps and attempt to open the door. After around 20 minutes of fiddling with the door it finally pulls open. I go in and push the door closed. Its just an old run down airplane. How long has it been sitting here? It doesn't matter...I'll just stay here to avoid them out there. But I'm hungry. I need food. But do I eat. I sniff the air and smell something that makes my stomach growl. I want whatever that is. I fling the door open with the little strength I have and run back down the stairs. Half way down I trip over my own feet and fall down each step. When I land I get back up. That didn't hurt at all. The man that brought me here is standing there staring at me, giving me a funny look. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards that smell. We get behind a shed and I see a body laying down with someone forcing him down as he tries to pull away.

"PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE. HEELLLPPP" he shouts. The man pulls me towards the screaming man and the smell gets stronger. Its the man that smells good.

"PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" he cries ripping at the corpses hovering over him. The man pushes me over and I hover over the screaming man...do I just eat him? I pull his arm up to my mouth and take a bit. This is delicious. I take another bite and then another. I smash his head into the ground and grab his brains..I take a bite and savor the taste. Memories fill my mind as I chew.

"Daddy...look what I drew" I show my dad a picture.

"I don't have time for this son...go away" he shuts the door in my face. I feel tears stream down my face

I go to wipe my eyes but theres nothing there. I look up at the corpses who are watching me expressionless. I take the rest of the brain and stuff it in my jacket. I stand back up and they walk away. I walk back to my plane and go in. Its dark in here and there isn't much to do...

I take a seat in one of the chairs and pull some more of the brain out of my pocket and eat it.

"I love you" a girl says to me.