First impressions.
I don't remember much of anything. I remember opening my eyes to a bleak, grey world and feeling a deep... hunger. What for, I didn't know. I didn't remember my name. Did I ever have one? If I did, it would start with M. I don't know.
For a long time I just wandered. The hunger grew, but nothing seemed to whet my appetite. I would have asked someone, but I couldn't talk. I couldn't do much really. Just shuffle around and make groaning noises. The weirdest thing was, I couldn't find anybody. I couldn't even hear the birds sing. I could smell, but what I could smell was the faint musk of death and despair. I felt lost and insignificant. I didn't know what to do or where to go... so I just kept walking.
I don't know how long I was walking for. Long enough I suppose. I reached a building.. I think it was... I can't remember the name. It will come to me. Hey, I just came back from non-existence. Don't look at me like that. I wandered in, cause I had nothing better to do and it looked inviting to me. And there, I saw... zombies. I see dead people. Literally, dead people just wandering around. Groaning, just like me. I blended into the crowd perfectly. Everyone was the same... wait.
Who was that?
He doesn't look...
His eyes...
They are brighter than the others... not quite dead. In front of me, doing the same as everyone else, was a boy. He was wearing a red hoody and jeans. He had black hair and pale skin. But it was his eyes... he had the eyes of the dead sure. He certainly wasn't alie. But, they didn't look dead either.
I had to speak to him. I had to see those eyes close up. I made my way over to him, occassionally bumping into others (because apparently, when you become a walking corpse, manners don't matter anymore! Hooligans.) and sometimes almost falling onto my ass, I finally reached the boy. I grunted loudly to get his attention, and he turned to face me. For a long while, neither of us did much of anything. We just stared gormlessly at each other. I grunted at him and he grunted back.
Believe it or not that was the start of a friendship. I felt close to this not-quite-dead kid. Together we killed and ate, and we relished in each other's company. I was glad I wandered to this building, because if I hadn't I woul still be lost.
And FYI, the building I currantly reside in?
It's called an airport.
