The Zombie Who Never Ate

"Me? Yeah my name's Jake, not that it matters. This story doesn't revolve around me, it's about this city or rather this world. Why? Because everywhere you go, there's zombies. Yeah they're real and they appeared because of what we call the day of night. It was early in the morning and yet the sky was as dark as a snow queens heart. Well it WAS dark until the red mist showed up. Many say that it's natures way of getting back at us.

I was awake when it happened, walking through the streets, I saw it first hand. One moment people were talking gibberish and the next they were ripping each other's flesh off and gnawing on their insides. You'd be lucky if they killed you instantly. Those flesh craving monsters have no remorse.

We saw most of our friends get eaten by them and it was horrific. We saw everything. Their entrails getting ripped out, their heads and limbs getting pulled off of their bodies, whatever you saw in horror movies, we've seen it first-hand. Their screams were ringing through everyones ears but guess what, we couldn't help them and I wouldn't either. I'm not dumb enough to risk my life just to die for a friend. I know it's low but who cares. There's also this one, whatever it is. I see it every time one of my friends get ripped apart. It creeps me out man. I think it's following us. No matter what's done to humans around it, it never responds nor does it look or even smell for humans like the rest of them. The zombies here pride themselves on their keen sense of smell. It helps them locate us.

Oh yeah another thing I forgot to mention is that there's no cure. There's no time for that when humans are constantly running and trying to find their next meals before they become meals themselves."