What am I doing with my life? I'm so pale. I should get out more. I should eat better. My posture is terrible. I should stand up straighter. People would respect me more if I stood up straighter. What's wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can't I connect with people?

…..Oh, right. It's because I'm dead.. I mean, we're all dead. This girl is dead. That guy's dead. That guy in the corner is definitely dead. Jesus, these guys look awful. I wish I could introduce myself, but I don't remember my name anymore. I mean, I think it started with a "P," but that's all I have left. I can't remember my name, or my parents, or my job. Although my hoodie would suggest I was unemployed.

I have a hard time piecing together how this whole apocalypse thing happened. Could have been chemical warfare or an airborne virus, or a radioactive outbreak monkey. But it doesn't really matter. This is what we are now. This is a typical day for me. I shuffle around, occasionally bumping into people, unable to apologize or say much of anything. A lot of us have made our home here at this airport. I don't know why. People wait at airports, I guess, but I'm not sure what we're all waiting for.

I don't want to be this way. I'm lonely. I'm lost. I mean, I'm literally lost. I've never been in this part of the airport before.

I walk over to my "best friend". By best friend, I mean the occasionally grunt and stare awkwardly at each other. We even have almost-conversations sometimes. Days pass this way. But sometimes we even find actual words. Words like...

"H-Hungry."

And...

"C-C-City."

Even though we can't communicate, we do share a similar taste in food. We get into a pack of random zombies and head for the city. That's where all the humans are...God, we move slow.

After walking what felt like days, we smell the scent of humans and go towards it. We get to a building, probably a hospital, by judging at all the medicine and rooms. I see some humans through the door and walk towards it. Food. I push the door down and they start shooting.

"Aim for their heads!" I hear a human say.

I walk until someone shoots me in the chest. I look at the shooter angry.

"Smile, mother…" He says as he aims for my head.

I run up to him and grab him by the legs and start killing him. Nice watch. I think to myself before biting his wrist off.

Now, I'm not proud of this. I don't like hurting people, but this is the world now. The new hunger is a very powerful thing.

If I don't eat all of him, if I spare his brain, he'll rise up and become a Corpse like me. But if I do, I get his memories, his thoughts, his feelings. I grab bits off his brain and start eating it. I'm sorry, I just can't help it. The brain's the best part. The part that makes me feel human again. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to feel what you felt.

"Chris! Chris, where are you? Answer me!" I overhear a guy say.

I look at him and he is the most handsomest human I've seen. Oh and by the way, I'm gay. Well I think I am. I see him cry and yell for Chris. I start going closer to him.

"Dan…D-Dan…" I try to say.

I see the other zombies sniffing for more humans. I put some of my zombie goo on his face and sniff him. This is the only way of making Dan unscentable.

"Safe." I say.

"Come…"

"What?" Dan says.

I bring him with the other zombies and we walk back to the airport.