Introductory chapter. (America's POV)

What image comes to mind when you see the word 'zombie'? For most people it probably brings up images of animated, mindless corpses shuffling around with blood running down their mouths, right?

I hope I don't look like that.

It sounds funny, doesn't it? A zombie caring about its appearance? I would smile and laugh if I could remember how. I'm sorry this isn't a proper introduction—I would tell you my name but I can't remember it; hardly any of us remember who we were before we died...then came back.

You probably want to know what I look like, huh? I know humans like stuff like that—in my opinion, I seriously think you guys care way too much about your appearances. You should follow our lead— take Gilbert for example: His left arm is torn off and his intestines drag on the floor. Does he care? Nuh-uh. Does he think he's good looking? Oh yeah.

I have grey skin patched with ugly bruises, on the top of my head sits a crop of lanky, dirty, blood-matted blond hair. My eyes are white— there's no color on the iris or anything. Just white and the black pupil... It's pretty creepy, I think. I'm pretty tall, around 5"9, with a lean build, I guess I played some sports back when I was human; this body sure wasn't made by lounging around staring at the TV.

Now, I'm quite happy about my appearance; No limbs missing (yet), no bite marks, gunshots, cuts, stab marks or anything else. There's no evidence of how I died... Which I don't really get. This body is newly dead and it's been what, five—six months since the infection started, so I would've been a survivor, right? I couldn't have just caught the infection; it's not that easy. I'd've had to have been bitten or scratched for that to have happened, and I have no marks.

If I had family or friends, wouldn't they have done the merciful thing and killed me when I became infected? Or did they just simply leave when they saw that I had become infected? Or, perhaps, I had no family or friends. Maybe I was a horrible person when I had been human.

That's the awful thing about not remembering who you were before you became one of the many undead. You'll ask yourself questions that you know you'll never get the answer to. But still, questions plague your mind daily: "How did I die?", "Do I have family or friends?", "Are they okay?", "Had I been a terrible human being?" and, of course, "Is this God's punishment?"

Maybe it is, you never know. Maybe He's had enough of the human's corruption and this is their punishment. Maybe this is Hell; our eternal damnation.

All I know is, I'm a zombie and it's not so bad.

an:/i like zombies and usxuk and crack-y romance stories. the idea of mixing them together sounded brilliant in my head. idk, maybe i'm crazy? anyway, short chapter is short. second chapter is more zombie/infected (there's a difference!) info and intro to other characters c:

thank you to Pastaaaaaaa for beta-ing! c: