Brain Dead

If you think The Walking Dead was great, you're in for a real story. I, James Lancaster, or at least that's what I think my name was before all this happened, was bit by my own mother. Yeah I know. Harsh, but not really because you practically lose all common sense when you turn.

It all started on a boring old Monday. Makes sense doesn't it.

I was getting ready for school and was walking out the door when she grabbed my forearm and brought it up to her disgusting mouth.

It felt like something took a thousand tiny needles and knives and shoved it into your arm.

Pretty painful, right? Especially when it's your own mother.

It's not that bad once you're fully turned into one. You can surprisingly talk to the other zombies, if you want to call us that.

I prefer the name idiots because you obviously lose all common sense as I told you before.

But that's just the beginning of my story. It gets much more complicated than it would seem.