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Never Going Back/Who Am I?

Song: Feel Again by OneRepublic

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A/N I understand this zombie story isn't accurate compared to most zombies. Sorry?

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Never Going Back

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You wander the torn down city, stumbling now and then. You feel lost, as if it is impossible to feel, do anything. Go anywhere. Staring down at his hand in yours, you crack a grin. He's all you have left. This city you're in is crawling with Turned ones. Crawlers moan roughly.

"We can't wander these streets forever," he murmurs.

"I know," you run your fingers through your greasy hair, and think.

"We're going to die..." he whispers.

"I know," you say again. He turns his head, facing you.

"You're planning something,"

"Yes, if we're going to die, might as well die fighting," you gaze into his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

"Let's do it," he says without hesitation.

"Follow me," you pause. "You do realize there's no turning back?" He nods.

"We're Never Going Back."

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Who Am I?

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"Ahhhgggghhhhhhh," I moan. Stumbling, I can't help but feel useless. All I ever do is eat people. That's it, and I don't think you'd consider eating people as 'productive'. Y'know, I used to be human. Until I was Turned. I don't remember much. I just know I was running. Tears streaming down my cheeks. I was horrified. A horde of 'me' was chasing me. I was a... female. Sometimes I wonder what my name is. If I had a boyfriend. What my life was like before the first Turned one. I wish we could talk, but our brains are dead. The only communication we have left is moaning and groaning. Who was I? Who Am I now? It feels wrong to eat people, but when I smell or hear something, my control falters. I become wild, like a wolf hunting its prey. The worst part is I can feel myself bite into their flesh.

We still have feelings. This infection only allows so much mobility, but we still have some of that human in us. I had to... I killed my dog. I don't remember its name, but I just knew it was mine. If I could cry, I would. Sometimes I wonder; What will happen when we eat everyone? Will we eat each other? After that, would the survivors starve? Though we still have humane feelings, I wish we could feel more. Every once in a while I remember something, it's usually when I have a connection with my meal... [With a human,] I correct myself. I know I wondered if us Turned still remembered. We do. Trust me on that one. But we can't speak, and due to our lack of feelings and memories, it doesn't affect us that much. It still does hurt us, though...

Being lost in your own mind sucks brains. You're stuck, unable to replenish your memories. Searching, but finding nothing but darkness. Unable to express yourself, let alone stop yourself from eating a human. Our strongest feeling is misery. We are wandering souls, lost, and never to be found. This hopelessness, haunting.

We are slow, but not as slow as humans assume we are. If we're hungry, we can drag our lifeless limbs behind us. It's like an invisible force is shoving us forward. Harshly. Millions of us roam Earth. Those who still survive hide in the shadows, afraid. We are terrifying, ugly, infected. My hair is falling out. It's grey, a dead color. I wonder what color it used to be...

In the distance, I hear alerted moans. Curious, I release my mental restraints and let my true nature unfold. I rush forward, groaning. Hundreds of other Turned trample over one another. I growl, trying to regain control. I just barely manage to find myself, my mind. Then, I hear her.

"I love you, Xander," she murmurs, then kisses him.

"I love you too," he sighs. I reach the front of my horde. [Huh?] These humans... seem so... familiar. The rest of the Turned moan hungrily. The girl catches my eyes.

"Oh my god... Keira?" She asks, bewildered. Suddenly, I'm in a dark place I recognize so well. My mind. [A girl. 17 years of age. With another girl that age. The girl who said... my name. And the other teen. Xander? The girl notices a hand in hers. She looks up to see a fair skinned, handsome, dark haired boy. She smiles, eyes shining with love.

"I love you, Zac," she says.

"I love you too, Keira," Keira? That girl is me. Me? Another wave of memories. My name. Keira Hunt. My dog's name. Barker. My mother and father. Amber Hunt, and Austin Hunt. A happy couple. My boyfriend. Zachary Agner. The girl and her boyfriend. Delia Rosemary and Xander Bolte. Everything comes back to me. My hair, it was golden-brown. My eyes. Dark brown...] I snap out of my trance. [I am me. Keira Hunt.] I feel a rush of adrenaline shoot through my poisoned blood. [No!] My inner Turned takes over my body. I charge towards Delia with new speed and strength. I want to close my eyes, so I don't see what I'm about to do. Other Turned surround them, but are getting bashed in the head with a bat and rake. I manage to slip inside of the circle. I grab Delia by the shoulders, and slam her to the ground. I have her pinned.

"Xander!" She screams, struggling. But he can't get to her, past the other Turned. I think I feel a tear fall down my cheek. I somehow manage to whisper to Delia;

"Delia... I'm sorry, I... remember... I can't... control it... I... sorry," my voice is rough, my words hesitant. Her eyes widen, and she nods bravely, relaxing.

Then, I feel my teeth in her flesh.

The End. :(