It's not a shame not to know who one person is, or what life was like before starting over. But maybe something is missing. A small part that is carried through birth, death, and afterlife. That small thing is a name.
Something that I don't have or can't remember.
Now for someone like me, a zombie . . .
I'll give you a moment to take that in. Ready? Okay.
Yeah, I'm a zombie, hey-hey, don't need to freak out. Not a dream a or anything. And before you ask, if I am real, so are other supernatural beings.
Makes you feel better my closest friend is a monster hunter and a buddy to the strange. Mostly a hunter though. And we know a vampire, a complainer at that. A werewolf with a very relaxing spirit. There is another who is half a siren and has a tough guy thing going on.
I don't buy it.
Along with that doctor, rumor to be a quack, who treats Hanna the monster hunter. Yes Hanna is a boy. Don't ask more than that.
Yes this is all real. And these people are even more real for one thing. A name.
Everyone I have come to know has a name. Some that are very common as thinking. Names can be odd and not make sense. And those out of blue names.
And I don't have any of those. For that when I died and came back, my name never did. Along with much more than that. Sadly, I don't mind. For the most part.
But out of anything that I would want, it would be a name.
A simple one. One that fits me.
I don't want to be always called the Zombie.
I want too selfishly just once and that's a name. And soon, for I think Hanna and others are running out of names to call me.
And to say as my last words, for the reason the name. I just want something I can say to others when say good morning blank, how have you been blank, and so on.
I hope you understand why I want a name.
The End.