I looked dazedly around the airport, lit only by the few streams of light radiating from the windows. When did my life come to this? Was I really doomed to a life of monotony, stumbling around aimlessly and curbing my now near insatiable appetite?

I shrugged. Aside from the irresistible urge to eat human brains and entrails it didn't feel so different from my human life. As a human I wandered aimlessly, never knowing who I really was and never feeling the need to excel at anything; At least that's what I think my human life was like. And here I am, still wandering, not particularly worried about accomplishing anything and unable to remember my name (I think it starts with R). How pathetic. I went from a life of lethargy and indifference to a life of lethargy and indifference, except this time I was dead, scratch that- undead. If I was dead, I wouldn't have to live- at least I think that's what this is supposed to be, living- out my days in a trance like state. Not that I care.

But no matter how many times I tell myself that I don't care, that being forced to live this way doesn't affect me in the least, something inside of me cared, and it cared a lot. I felt trapped inside myself, unable to escape no matter how badly I wanted to claw my way out. I want to reach out, to connect with people, but the closest thing to communication I'm capable of is groaning, the occasional word, and staring at people creepily in hopes that they will see past my monster like exterior into my complex and sensitive interior.

Sick of being in the airport, I left the building and slowly began the trek into the city. 'I may as well be bored somewhere else' I thought to myself. The minute I entered the town, I heard the sound of humans being attacked, likely by one of us, followed by gunshots. I heard someone coming my way and hid just in time as the humans with guns rounded the corner.

I watched them quietly with baited breath, not wanting to be discovered. I didn't want to get a bullet through the skull today thank you very much!

One of them in particular I couldn't help but notice. A petite girl with long blonde hair and a feisty attitude. I watched them, remaining as quiet and still as possible. Not that staying still was difficult for me, I mean, I'm a zombie for crying out loud! It's in the contract next to eating brains and groaning.

I continued to watch them, and the more I watched, the more I began to like the blonde. And by like, I mean not feel the need to eat her. And in my books, if I don't want to eat someone I must like them. Not entirely sure why I like her though…must be her 'grab life by the horns' attitude. I mean, opposites are said to attract, right?

I was snapped out of my thoughts upon hearing someone approach my general direction and looked up, seeing a guy, gun at the ready. I remained as still and quiet as possible and breathed a sigh- a VERY quiet sigh- of relief when he walked right past my hiding place, not noticing me.

"We'd better get back, it's getting late" the blonde called to the guy.

"Coming Julie" the guy replied, finishing his sweep of the perimeter and returned to the group, walking away with them.

I waited for who knows how long, making sure that they were really gone before coming out of hiding and stumbling around some more. All the while one thing going through my mind:

"Ju-lie"