Zombie hobo

Let's start with the end, because all good movies and books start at the end right?

I stood on the edge of a sheer cliff contemplating a quick and painless death from the jagged and razor sharp rocks far below me. As I took my last step and flew to silence and the peace of death, I thought of the future I would never have. The love for which I lived and would soon die for. Her beautiful face, her funny poems. Then there was nothing... Or that's what would have happened if I had the guts to go through with it but being a zombie I had none.

No. I'm not going to give the ending away first, you need to earn it like all the other readers. The nerve! Anyway stick around and you shall be rewarded.

I sat waiting for my flight exausted beyond measure, I contemplated the life I had lived and how much depended on the attaché I held tightly lest it slip from my grasp along with my future. In a few hours I will be on a plane to see my wife which I haven't seen in over a year But I won't bore you with the months I spent in a small cell and the weekly beatings I recieved.