Hallo. I am...

.

.

Well, that's the problem, I don't know.

Is it really a problem considering what I am?

Probably not.

But I would like to know.

I would like to walk up to people, give them my name, and shake their hand.

But I can't, for two reasons.

1. I can't remember my name (refer to number two)
2. I can't remember, because I'm a zombie.

My first memory is of waking up in the middle of a street, and shambling off to join another pack of zombies who were close by. They didn't ask any questions, they couldn't have. We can't really talk much, the most I've wrangled out is 2 syllables. Some people don't get anything. But some people can actually remember fragments of their names so...

Some are luckier than others I guess.

I'm a man without a name, and because I'm a zombie, I don't have a choice. I've often wondered, was I a good human? Was I a Politician? A Doctor? A Burger Flipper? A Crack Addict? I'm dressed in a black tank top and kacki's, so I guess I could've been a mountin man or something? But that's the problem, I could've been a doctor going out on a camping trip! If I had known this was what I was gonna spend the rest of my death in, I would've put on a name tag! Or maybe just left a post it note on my forehead congratulating myself for being a dumbass and getting killed.

Congrats. You're dead. But you don't get any of the luxeries of being dead.

At least if I was truely dead, I'd just be lying in a ditch decomposing somewhere, but now I'm caught in the hunger struggle.

That's what I've called it.

I can eat a thousand bodies, and never be satisfied, this is why it's a struggle.

In fact, I'm out hunting right now, I don't see anybody, but the humans have been getting scarce, either they're getting better at hiding, or we're running out.

It'd be a disaster if we were to run ou-

BAM.

"FELI! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU ONLY CLIP THE FUCKER'S SHOULDER!"

"I'M SORRY LOVINO! MY AIM IS HORRIBLE!"

Excuse me a minute, I believe I've found my dinner.

I trudged towards them as quickly as I could, which wasn't too fast, but fast enough.

There were two young men, one was holding a gun, his hands were shaking with terror, so I'm guessing he's the one that shot me. Didn't do too good of a job. The other had an Ak-47 on his back, those could do some serious damage, so I'd better go for the other one. AK-47 was trying to drag Bad Aim up from the floor, but Bad Aim refused, he said something about being useless, and how it was better for him to die now. He's an idiot. AK-47 actually starts to cry, and judging by Bad Aim's reaction, this almost never happens, but AK-47 puts his arms around Bad Aim, put his lips on both of Bad Aim's cheeks, and muttered something into his ear. Then with his eyes still leaking, AK-47 runs away, leaving Bad Aim shaking, with his face in his hands. Huh.

I think I might be a bit touched.

Still hungry though.

AK-47 has dissapeared by the time I manage to get to Bad Aim, which means I get an easy meal. He's still shaking though, and something tells me to stop. He hears the last shuffles of my footsteps and looks up, his face is red, and he's still crying, but he manages to choke out a syllable.

"Ciao.."

I stop.

When was the last time anyone ever has said hello to me?

You're supposed to say hi back right?

"Hallo."

He sniffs and looks back up at me, we make eye contact, and I notice he has bright honey colored eyes, they have a golden sheen to them, and they look so...Full of life. Unlike me.

"Well, at least I'll be eaten by somebody with manners.."

He continues making eyes contact, and I can feel a syllable bubbling up my throat.

"Why?"

He looks back towards the floor, and mutters "I suppose...It's because I love Lovi too much. I don't want him to be burdened with me. I want him to be able to live as long as possible. I want him to survive this all. Even if I can't do it with him."

Well.

I take a step towards him, and he starts shaking even harder, he looks up to me and blutters out "JUST EAT ME ALREADY!"

But.

I can't.

For once, the hunger isn't my driving force.

I can't snuff out this beautiful shinning fire in a sea of dim light bulbs.

For once.

I'm doing this for myself.

I step towards him, and kneel down so that I'm eye level with him. He starts sobbing again, and he looks down towards the floor again. I gently grab his chin, and tilt it so I'd be making eye contact with him. I've decided what my word will be, the word that will help bring the fire into my life.

"Safe."

At this he starts to cry harder, but he smiles, with a hopeful grin on his face he asks "will you?" I nod silently, and he laughs and throws himself into my chest his tears staining my wifebeater. He doesn't care that I smell like death, or that I'm a little colder then most people. All he cares about, is that somebody is going to help him.

I'm elated it gets to be me.

I'm elated? Huh, I haven't felt something as strong as that in..

ever.

To be honest, in any other circumstance, I would've been confused.

Then again, I've never been in circumstances like these before.

He's still gripping on to me, crying into my chest, letting go of all his worries. So I try to help, I'm not sure I remember how to properly do this comfort thing. But I can give it a shot. I pat his back softly, I'm not sure what told me to do it, but I think it worked. He burries himself deeper and mutters a 'Thank you" in between sobs.

No.

Thank you.

Okay, this is a pet project of mine for a while, I actually already have quite a few chapters typed up, which has never happened. The reason why I haven't posted this story, is that I'm not sure how it'll do. Like, my two best things are depressing poetry, and short funny comedic stories, and this is neither. So, is it good or...? To be honest, as you can probably tell, I'm nervous about posting this, so review, tell me if you guys like it or not. And if it's good, I'll post up what I have, and write the whole thing.