What am I doing with my life?
I´m so pale.
I should go 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 wanna connect. Why can´t I connect with people?
Oh right, it´s cause I´m dead.
I wish I could introduce myself, but I don´t remember my name anymore. I mean, I think it started with an R, but that´s all I have left. I can´t remember my name, my parents or my job - although my old hoodie and jeans would suggest I was unemployed.
Along with other Walkers, how we´re called by the people, we eat, I live in an abandoned airport. I even have my own airplane, stuffed with things, I find on my hunting trips.
I don´t know, how many years I´ve been this way. I´m not sure I wanna know.
It could be worse. There are those skeleton creatures, we call Boneys. We all become them someday. At some point, you just give up, I guess. You lose all hope. After that, there´s no turning back.
I feel pretty lonely most of the time. I feel lost. I want more than this, I feel trapped inside my own cold body.
At least I have a best friend. He´s called M, and usually we just sit or stand around, groaning and staring awkwardly at each other. Sometimes, we even found words.
Today is one of these days.
"H-Hung...ry.", I groan softly, gazing at Ms pale, scarred face and into his silver eyes.
"C-City.", he replies, and I nod.
Traveling together makes sense, especially when everyone and their grandmother is trying to shoot you in the head all the time. And it´s not difficult to find other Walkers, who are hungry.
Someone is always hungry.
As we slowly make our way into the city and towards a walled-off community with some name I can´t remember, I feel something inside me, I can´t quite recall.
A feeling, that something is going to be different this time, I think.