My Living Dead Life (UNDER EDIT)

Chapter 1

Yep, I'm pretty sure my life sucks completely. Well, my death. Whatever you would like to call it. All I know is that it sucks. My daily routine for the past years of my existence, all that I can remember, have always started like this. First, blood test to make sure your still a zombie. Second, a sandwich with god knows what in it. Third, be cornered in the room and a muzzle strapped over your face. Fourth, taken to a lab and have some experiments done. Last, feed you and throw you back in your room. Only thing, my room is more of a cage. Well, except the only thing different is there are not bars, they apparently couldn't trust me with them. I honestly don't have a clue how they thought I would get through the bars. That is, considering the fact that I can still hurt like a human, and I'm not very strong for a zombie either. So, being undead has no perks what so ever. It just sucks major balls.

After being through todays daily torture, I decide to try and get their attention. I'm feeling a little lonely today. After all, I am the first case of a so called "zombie". Yep, that's me. One of a kind.

"Hey, I know you guys hear me. I know you have cameras and audio shit all up in here." I say, looking directly at one of the cameras. The dark pit soothes the burning of my overly large pupated eyes.

"Yes, we hear you. Is everything alright?'" A voice asks, not sounding the friendly type.

"I'm not really that fine, considering I'm a zombie. Any who, I was wondering if I could have some company. Perhaps, you could send someone to play cards or a video game or something?" I ask, adding humor to it.

"I'm afraid you know the answer to that. You know we can't have any human contact with you besides the professionals. Mainly because of the stunt you pulled last time." The voice says with annoyance.

Oh, last time. That was years ago, I was a lot younger then. I became a zombie maybe a year before then. But anyway, I was about fourteen and was crying in the cage. They felt bad for me so they let someone inside. I knew by the way my stomach was growling I was hungry, but I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to scare anyone. So I stayed quiet and told them I was fine. They believed me because they didn't have a clue what a lying zombie was capable of. I wasn't very sure either, though. When they took me out of the cage and into another room, we had a lot of fun at first. We played cards and the wii. We played hide and seek. We did numerous things. But then, the hunger set in. I remember my mind going blank and the only thing I could think of was flesh. At that moment, I knew I needed it. And I wasn't going to stop until I had it. So, needless to say during tag I almost bit someone. Luckily the staff was able to pull me off the poor girl before I bit her. After that, they always muzzled me and they weren't very nice. I also remember crying myself to sleep that night. Well, it was crying because I was all upset and making those weird noises, but I couldn't exactly cry. Zombies don't cry because we need all the moisture we can get. I get pretty lonely sometimes, and sometimes I wish I would have told them. They might have been nice and fed me before we played, but I was scared and uncertain. Can't blame a girl for doing whatever out of fear.

"Come on! I promise I won't bite." I let a toothy grin loose.

"Sure. Connie, me and you both know that's not how it works." Replied the voice.

"Well, can you slide me a computer so I won't be bored out of my mind? Oh and by the way, how are my parents? Well, if they are even alive." I mutter the last part.

"Yes, we will bring you a computer shortly. As for your parents, that remains classified. We cannot let you have any connection to the people outside from here."

"That's fucked up." I reply harshly. "I can't even know if my parents are alive?"

The intercom pauses for a moment before replying, "your parents are indeed alive, but you will get no further information."