❝This is not a personal diary. And certainly not a journal. Wait, aren't they the same thing? Or maybe not. And no, I'm not one of those creepy chicks who writes their crush's name over and over on paper, and scratch the wall with their nails, and be all weird, and - halt, where was I again? Ah yeah, this isn't a diary or anything of that sort yeah? But who am I kidding? This is my dirty little secret. Chipmunk (p.s. keyboards should start to have chipmunk emojis since I'm trying to be anonymous here. Jeez.).❞ ~✩~✩✩~✩~ Formerly called as Letters to the Boy on Phone ~✩~✩✩~✩~ Highest achievement: #11 under Short Story on March 12, 2016. Cover credit: yours truly Image credit to owner ---------------------- © copyright 2015 Do not copy. All rights reserved.

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.