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You know those monsters in the horror movies, and the ones young children are afraid of. That would be me. Only I do not appear to look like that, but of a monster. I lash out as one, and I eat as one.
They say the zombie apocalypse is suppose too have billions of cannibals roaming the earth, unable to comprehend what they are doing, or why they are eating whomever or whatever they can find. Feeling no remorse or regret for the ones they hurt. Much less feeling nothing at all.
They are one-hundred percent erroneous. But how would I know. I got bite by a zombie and nothing to bad, has really been happening. I just do not have a craving for human food, and when I get angry I get the urge to rip people's limbs off. Piece by piece. Nor do I dream. Lord I wish I could dream, and sadly the only thing that I ever want to do is roam. Roam the ghostly streets of the world.
Swarming with zombies who eat, and eat, and eat. Sucks for them. I have self-control. I have worth, and most importantly hope. Something that my brethren do not possess, and sadly never will.
I cannot remember the last time I have slept, without keeping my brain on the very thought of being torn apart. I cannot remember the last time I have felt excited for tomorrow. I cannot remember the laughter, and joy of being alive. Nor the very idea of becoming clean, drinking clean water, or eating something other than things grown in a garden.
Come to think of it. I do not think I have ever had any experience such as these. Although, in the books and movies people say during the zombie apocalypse people lose their humanity. Guess that is what is happening to me.
Luckily, for me. I do not have to long for the past. I am dead now. Well kind of. Every time I feel for a pulse I do not possess one. Odd enough my heart is still beating. Like a drum.
Ba bump. Ba bump. Ba bump.
Guess that is something.
I am just glad the apocalypse is not half as bad as the things people had add into novels. I love novels though. They remind me of a time where things were far less difficult. I know. Weird, but at least people endure those super complex events, and ideas. People seem better. The world seems better.
Nowadays people kill each other, complain, and do nothing. Nor do they want to do anything. Like zombies. Like me.
Guess I did change.
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I will be providing questions for you guys to answer while reading the book to lighten the mood.
