TheStoriesAreTold
Yesterday I remember thinking I was the happiest person in the whole earth, in the whole galaxy, in all of God's creation. Could it only have been yesterday or was it endless light-years ago? I imagined everything as perfect as could be. My life was as perfect as could be. Why did that perfection end? Was it me or was it just not meant to be. Things change pretty fast in my world. It was just yesterday, I had a normal family, a husband and daughter and now I am a zombie but my daughter doesn't know that. Yes, I am a zombie, that makes me a cannibal and I have to kill people. The weird thing is, I don't look like one, and my husband and I have to kill people for me to get a decent meal these days, yup, everything has changed.