The filth and blood residing on my face was disgusting. I was disgusting. My hands were used to kill and my body was used to intimidate. I was soulless. Every time before I bite, I look into their eyes. They twinkle with fear as I lean down to sink my teeth into their body. It makes me sad. I'm scary. But, my victims scare me too. Day after day I sulk around with my dis formed body. Pathetic is what I am, really. . From a distance I can see some humans trying to plan their survival. It won't be long until they're just like me. Resisting the urge to bite is something I battle everyday--but I always give in. It's an addiction. I am now making my way over to them and they don't see me.
Those humans are just like me now. I fixed them. Every time after I bite, I feel guitly, but it doesn't take long before I lose it. Most of my aquaintences--the ones like me-- they don't feel. It seems as if I'm the only zombie with feelings. We've taken over quite a bit of the country. It's funny because I always wanted to be responsible for America, I used to want be president, but not like this. Not with such evil and inhumanity in my fickleing heart. My barricade from the humans is in a tall, tall evergreen. I climb slowly and knock hundreds of bristles to the ground while I settle to sleep.
My dreams haunt me and I haunt others. Even though I try to be worthy, I will never amount to much. I am a zombie and it will be that way until I am killed by a human.
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