Undead: The Journal of the Thinking Zombie (Short Story)

I don't have a name. I know I did have one, I just can't remember it anymore.
The world around me has changed, and I'm surrounded by other creatures like me.
Stupid, slow, hungry for the flesh of the living.
Undead.
Why am I different?
Why is it that I can still think and hold on to some shred of humanity within me when no one else can?
Why am I, a supposed zombie, able to form thoughts of my own whilst my fellow zombies cannot?
Avoid the humans.
Keep your distance from the dead.
That's what I tell myself every day.

Meet Zed. He's a zombie, but unlike his brain dead companions, he can think. He knows of what's going on around him, but knows nothing of his life before the apocalypse.

He cannot speak, and he fits no where among the dead or the living. He's the missing link between the two sides, but what can he do to help? All he can think of now is survival.

Avoid the humans.

Keep your distance from the dead.