Undead: The Journal of the Thinking Zombie (Short Story)

I don't have a name. I know I did have one, I just can't remember it anymore. The world around me has changed, and I'm surrounded by other creatures like me. Stupid, slow, hungry for the flesh of the living. Undead. Why am I different? Why is it that I can still think and hold on to some shred of humanity within me wh...