Living As The UnDEAD

(Boyxboy)
It was only three years ago when it happened, the zombie apocalypse. When the undead began to rise the whole world was thrown into panic. However the zombies behaved differently from the ones in horror movies. There was more stumbling and falling rather than shuffling ,and the undead rarely ever attacked the humans, more than anything they behaved like drunk toddlers. Despite the harmlessness of the dead everyone talked like it was the end, but then the dead talked back.

My name is Logan Meyer. I am twenty five years old. I work as an architecture and my boss is a huge dick. Carley, my older sister often pops by my apartment to pick on me about my crush on the cutie who works at the coffee shop near my work named Gavin. My roommate Ashton usually joins in on the mockery. Sometimes I wished those guys would die.. again. Oh by the way I'm dead...well technically I'm undead.

The hardest part about being one of the living dead is all the discrimination. Living folk are still pretty werey of us because some lives were lost at the hands of the apocalypse, my parents being one of them. So zombism isn't accepted in some places. Political wars have been going on for the last four years about weather discriminating my "kind" was humane considering we aren't "real humans". Cases of radical groups killing the undead have popped up in the news more frequently. With my luck, I get stuck right in the middle of it.