My Living Dead Life (UNDER EDIT)

Yeah, you got it. Living Dead. Get any ideas of what I might be? If you guessed vampire, no. I'm a undead creature who likes guts. Now, that's a thought. A zombie. Yep, that's me. My name is Connie, my parents abandoned me when I was about 12, when I first turned, so I don't know. Pretty sad isn't it? What's even worse is people trying to blow your head off every day because they think you're going to try and 'rob them of their brains.' Honestly, I don't think half of the people on the planet even have .
Getting out of the lab will be pretty easy, but try going into a world of normal people and trying to hide your oddities. Try being in a crowd of people and trying not to freak out from being a zombie. Try being with people who determine if you continue walking and then a sudden hunger hits you, making you want to tear them apart. Try not hurting the one you love the most during your worst times. Now that, that's going to be the hardest part.
Maybe the only way to keep from doing these things is to just do it anyway. After all, being a zombie isn't about being caring, is it?

***Warning, this book contains VERY strong language and violence if you are offended by it, DO NOT READ***