I Am Already Dead

Chapter 1

I was able to brake out of that little box that I was in. I figured out that it was one of those things that hospitals put dead people in so they won't decay, i can't remember the name for it. Why was I in there? Am I dead? I look around the room and I see clothes, neatly folded. I shrugged and picked them up and ran into a place that looked like a bathroom. What I saw scared me. I looked in the mirror and I saw a girl, with dead, pale looking skin, white hair, and pale blue eyes. I realized that, that girl I was looking at in the mirror, was me.

What happened at the party. That's the last this that I can remember. I got dressed quickly and peeked my head out of the bathroom. Nobody was there. I quietly walked out of the bathroom and was about to go out a back door when something caught my eye. A newspaper. I picked it up and read,

Teen party turns into a massacre. The only savivours were Jefferson Carter, Tessa Micheals, Micky Caller, and Sam Jacobson. Police are now investigating the crime scene. The only bodies that were recovered were classified as dead. Those people are Luke Smith, Summer Williams, Tristan Yearwood, and Blair Taylor. The police are also figuring out were the other teens have gone. We are sorry for all of the parents who have lost a child in the massacre.

No way, how can people think I'm dead. A-Am I back from the dead. As in a . . . Zombie. I put the newspaper back down and bolted out of the door. It was raining cats and dogs. It was dark too, so of course it had to be night. I started walking, knowing that I could not go home, with everyone thinking I'm dead and all.

As I'm walking, I hear screaming. It was coming from an alley. I walk towards they alley and I see a man and a women. The man looked like he was going to rape the women. I run down the alley and jump on the man's back.

"What the fuck!" The man yelled.

I quickly looked at the women, "Go! Get out of here!" The women nodded and ran away.

(Warning: This part gets a little gory, so if you don't want to read it, you don't have to)

The man flung me off his back, making my back hit a brink wall. I felt something change, and I started craving brains. I could tell that my eyes changed red, like Jefferson'd eyes did at the party. I attacked the man and slammed his head against the wall.

He looked into my eyes with pure shock and fear. "What the hell are you!" He screamed. I smashed his head against the brink wall a few more times. His head was bleeding pretty bad, but he was still alive. I could hear his slow, heavy breathing and his slowing down heart beat.

"I'm a fucking zombie." I whispered, harshly into his ear.

I slammed his head into the wall, one more time and just like that, he was . . . dead. I ripped his skull open. Not feeling any emotion for this man, just hunger. I dug my hand into his head, his skull, and pulled out a big chunk of his brain and ate it.

(The gory part is over)

Now I must admit, it wasn't my favorite thing to do. I didn't like killing the guy, but at the time, I didn't care. All I cared about then, was what I was going to eat, and what I was going to eat, was his brain. After I was down feeding, I left the body there. I ran out of there, what felt like it was faster than a cheetah.

I kept running and running, not getting tired once. I saw a sign, that read, Welcome to Oregon.

What the hell? I lived in Washington. Did I just run across the country without even realizing it?

What the hell? I lived in Washington. Did I just run across the country without even realizing it?