I am a zombie alive in hiding. No one knows I exist that lives today. My zombie nature is not contagious so easily because I consume most of the fleshy bodies that I eat. I'm a guy who loves sports, hunting, and technology. I like fast cars and puzzles. I have children, 3 to be exact. Not sure if they'll become zombies.
I'm alive with hunger, fury and rage. I don't know how I came to be but I know that my appetite for blood is huge. I smell food as I breathe. My lungs fill with the scents of delicious rage to eat flesh. I want flesh. I want to consume the soft chewy tendons of a healthy teenage specimen. I don't think anyone else knows that I'm a zombie. I've been called a cannibal, but I don't exclusively eat human flesh. I also like most other animals. Once, I ate a farm sampling. It was tasty.
My mission is too sample the entire worlds variety of different people one finger at a time.
I'll get there, I've tackled most of the sanguinary delights of North America.
I appear to be normal looking for all human purposes. I don't have ugly veins or decomposed flesh. I don't groan or moan and I'm certainly not dead. What I possess is a power that comes out when activated that gives me intense strength, wonderous rage, speed, and a taste for blood. It seems to calm down eventually.
The doctor initially examined me because I ate the family dog and caused some destruction at home. He said it seemed to be an allergic reaction to corn or something that I ate.
His exact words were that some people have a lot of things to work out in there heads and that I should see a shrink.
I ate my shrinks face.
