•A Walkers Life• (A Walking Dead Fan-Fiction)

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!