Z The Dead Never Die
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I'm dead,
seriously I don't remember how or when but I just am, I'm still moving and thinking but I lost my heartbeat and my emotions, ever since I woke up I've been conflicted, I see people who are alive and all my senses tell my to kill, to eat.
I've never killed one of the living due to the reasoning that I once lived amongst them, I once felt things like they did, this is the only thing that keeps me sane.
the others like me, they don't have the same restraint as me, all the dead that I've met were all aggressive and rather unintelligent but they were smart enough to know not to mess with me.
as an intelligent person I found that I gained some attributes such as speed, strength and the supernatural power of telekenisis but I'm unique most of the dead just attack whatever has a pulse.
I wander the streets of cities and towns looking for somebody, anybody to call a friend. This is my goal.
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