^ I'm not sure how this all started. I don't remember how I got this way. But all I know is I'm one of them now. This is my life now. Nothing is going to change that. But if all of this is true then, why am I not like the others?^
*GROAN* *GROAN* I opened my right eye to the sound of them. I looked around and found a window. I got up to look outside. Limping my way over toward the shattered frame. Glass was everywhere and most of the buildings are abandoned and torn down. I looked out the window. They were everywhere, searching for someone to eat. I then heard my own stomach growl. 'Huh guess I'm getting hungry too' I thought. I walked toward the other side of the abandoned house I was sleeping in. I opened the door and stepped out, looking around I saw zombies everywhere. 'Just another day I guess' I thought to myself as I exited my home and walked into the crowed. Being a zombie myself I am expected to eat brains and go with the rest. But for some reason I'm not like that, I eat human food instead of brains and I do sleep unlike other zombies, to be honest I'm more human than zombie but I'm still a zombie though, I was infected, and I was the one that killed my family. No! I didn't eat them. When I was infected it turned me insane. I didn't become hungry and eat everyone like most people. I lost all my sanity and couldn't stop myself, I woke up one day and went into the kitchen. I grabbed the biggest knife we owned and went into my parents room. I never told them about me getting infected because I knew they would kill me on the spot so I hid in my room. I slowly lost my mind and here I am now. I walked to the store I always go to, to eat. Usually there's no other zombies around in this area because their trying to get to the survivors across town, zombies aren't as dumb as you think. I walked into the abandoned store. Looking around I found a bag of chips that didn't taste that old, I also grabbed a bottle of not-so-cold water. The bell on the doors still work so if someone walked in I would be able to hear them. It saved my life once before from some survivors. I never thought I'd see the day were I said I was saved by the bell. Now I may not act like a normal zombie but I look like one. I'm missing my left eye but I covered it with my hair, I have cuts all over my body and most of them need stitches. I'm just glad I'm not missing an arm or leg.
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One That's Not Like The Others
ActionWhen the apocalypse starts every one is in panic. But maybe things aren't as bad as people think if a new and different generation of zombie is born.
