The New World

I was only a month away from graduating high school before the world went to hell and unfortunately I was one of the unlucky ones... or was I?

A month after people started eating each other, I woke up six feet under and pulled myself out of my own grave. Now I'm just trying to survive the hell I've found myself in while trying to figure out what I am.

My heart may not be beating anymore and I might look completely different than what I once did, but that didn't make me any less human right?

Oh and how do I tell this really cute girl that I ate her boyfriend?