This story i plan to keep it so you can read it without having watched Supernatural or Warm Bodies but I suggest watching both because they're awesome
He wandered aimlessly through the ruins of the airport and looked around at the others. What were any of them even doing here? Did they all collectively decide the airport would be a nice place to live? It didn't really matter in the long run, but he liked it there.
He would sometimes go into the cockpit of the airplane he called home and he could pretend he was flying. He wondered what it was like to really fly; what it was like to sit in a field and watch the planes fly overhead. He would never know, though. There were no more flying planes and he didn't have wings. All he had was a few things he'd collect while out looking for food all stored in a dirty plane in an abandoned airport.
Well, he couldn't call it abandoned. Abandoned by humans sure, but there was still something here. Corpses is what they were. Walking, groaning corpses, and eventually, if you're unlucky enough, you turn into a boney. Those were disgusting, skeletal creatures that even the zombies avoided at all costs.
He was shaken from his thoughts about boneys by the corpse of a securpity officer waving his little want in front of him. He continued walking, watching everyone around him and wondering what they were like in humanity. Was the security officer just as unhappy with his job in life? Had the janitor always just stood in the same spot and acted like he was sweeping?
Turning around and heading the other way, he wished he remembered what he was in life. Who his family was and what they did. What did he even do for a living when he was alive? For all he knew he was unemployed, but his dirty trench coat made him feel like a tax accountant.
Eventually he made it across the airport to where he knew his friend would be. His friend was, as always, staring at the empty containers of the airport's candy store. By friend he meant they both seemed to not belong in the airport. Neither of them had actually been in the airport or planning to go anywhere when they turned into zombies, their subconscious' had led them there for whatever reason.
He thought his friend was there because he was running from something, and it sure as hell wasn't the corpses.
Though the two of them, much like the other corpses, had a difficult time with communication, they sometimes found words like, "hungry" to which his friend responded "city".