I don't remember what happened to me. I don't remember who I was. Or even who I am now. All I know is that I'm hungry. Desperately and unquenchably hungry.
I don't talk anymore. I don't know what my voice sounds like. I honestly don't know anything other than hunger.
My days just pass in a incoherent blur. Nothing really sticks out. Buildings. Broken down cars. Rotten corpses. All in a day.
I don't know how long I have been this way or how long I will be this way. I just want to go back to the way it was before. I remember being happy. Sometimes I can faintly hear these voices in my head. They sound so familiar. Almost like I know them.
They always tell me things like; "Keep walking. This will all be over soon." Or, "Ignore the hunger it just makes everything worse." So I listen to them. I fight off the hunger every time I smell this delicious aroma. I continue to walk on. I never stop. I've been walking in a straight shot for as long as I have been this way.
I feel I will eventually run out of room to walk. I feel I will suddenly reach this cliff with no bottom. I feel I won't be able to hold myself back from dropping off the cliff. I just want someone to help me. Help me get back to normal.
I want to be HUMAN!
A/N
Hey!! This is my new story! I thought about writing a story like this for a while. I figured that maybe the walkers aren't the way they are explained in the show. Maybe they actually know what they are doing and don't know any different so they just go with their instinct. I decided to write this story in a way similar to what happens in Warm Bodies. If you haven't seen it I highly recommend it.
Well I hope you enjoy my new story!
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-Brianna
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•A Walkers Life• (A Walking Dead Fan-Fiction)
أدب الهواةI don't remember what happened to me. I don't remember who I was. Or even who I am now. All I know is that I'm hungry. Desperately and unquenchably hungry. I don't talk anymore. I don't know what my voice sounds like. I honestly don't know anything...
