Diary of a Teenage Zombie

Dear Diary. Today I ate the mailman. My bad.
Being seventeen is hard? Katie Palmer has to deal with school, pimples, hormonal boys, and malicious cheerleaders. After the Zombie Apocalypse, though, she no longer sweats the usual teenage drama.
Athletics star by day and flesh-eater by night, Katie's done well to hide her transformation from friends and Zone-sanctioned security, but now someone or something's onto her secret and if she doesn't feed soon she'll start falling apart.
Dead bodies are piling up and all the evidence points to Katie's blood-stained hands. Will she end up killing the competition before security discovers she's rotten underneath?

Her left arm was dislocated, and by the looks of the bloody and exposed sinew of her legs, she had been dragged across rugged terrain. Her flesh had peeled away as it'd rubbed against the rocky debris and prickly grass. Sadly, she'd also been slashed right across the centre of her stomach. Hers would be a slow and painful death.