Night Of The Living Ed

You know it's not all bad...being a zombie and such they always make it sound like it's some brutal infection killing you. When in all reality I never felt better, Okay sure my right eye was pecked out by a raven but if that didn't happen I would've never met by best friend Tombstone who made a quite the little best in my eye socket if I do say so.

Besides my bangs hide it anyways and I think I'm much more attractive now with my pink hair and green eyes...um eye and pale skin, Then I ever was when I was human. My name I think it was something with an Ed so I guess you can call me that from now on and I live in a Blockbuster video rental store also I like to watch the old George Romero films, Though honestly couldn't get into the Walking Dead.

Earlier today me and Tombstone were trying to get a bite to eat I saw a woman who looked like she needed a hand but when I tore mine off. She just screamed for help and then her friends showed up. They looked tired and skinny which probably meant that they were hungry too, So I went over and cracked open a corpse's skull it popped open to reveal the gooey, yumminess inside it was fresh you could tell because it was still warm and tomato sauce colored. I dug in and fetched a handful for myself then smiled a toothless grin at my new friends; surely expecting them to just have a ball and eat.

But they just sat there crying and cursing me, I was confused but this and tried to walk over to them to communicate that indeed they were allowed to have some.

But they just ran away from me shouting God know what; Hmm maybe they didn't like Italian oh well, More for me I guess. As began to eat the memories came to me they filled me with warmth and as I ate more and more they became more vivid and clear to me. This meal’s name was once David I could see he once played piano, he once had hopes and dreams. I also saw the woman who it cost me and arm and a leg to help..well maybe not a leg and I did get my arm back but still. Then I saw a child a little girl and as she smiled I knew she was this man's daughter.

I stood up and began tremble to as I sobbed I tried to cry, but couldn't I felt sick and my stomach hurt and my head ached. Tombstone’s caw echoed in the silence of my self pity and it was then I realized I was a monster.