My name is Damien, and my last name... I really can't remember. Well of course... I'm dead.. or I think i am... I don't really even think I'm dead... I don't have my heart beating, I don't feel pain, but I know a lot of things. One thing I know is that I'm alone, you see all the zombies are cured all human again.. And me? Still dead wait scratch that I'm a whole lot far from dead!

I don't eat people, I only eat animals... I know sad for bunnies and kitten and stuff but for me if I don't I'll go coming bitch to eat you all. That you'll don't want. I teach myself to read, math, talk, and I could remember pieces by pieces of my own memory. So yeah I guess you can say I'm kind of one of a kind... Of dead people...

I admired R. I mean he gotten every one to be excepted but me because my heart is locked. I sometime stalk him and his fellow people... Know one knows about me wondering around the city.. I mostly stalk the Cora wait no Nora girl? Is that her name? Yeah Nora... I sometime wish I could smell Her skin or touch I mean she pretty.. But me.. I'm pale, my eyes are gray dead color, jet black hair kind of messy, and I wear same clothes every day because I'm dead.

I live through my whole live being dead... until one day I was taken.. how? Some one notice me.. A man... Name Marcus... The idiot saw m eating a deer alive- Hey if any one of you say "aww! A deer! Why!" Don't push it! I been alone, death, and been killed before - so this is how I live! Any way He knew that I was dead so he called some one and now polices or forces came after me. Locked me into this room with no doors that I know of but mirrors.

I was in there not knowing what going on.

"umm.. Hi there."

And there it was.. A voice.. And that voice belong to? R.. I stood there silently.

"umm... Can you talk?"

again I stood there because I have no idea what to say... I only knew a little but that's all I could do..

"ok... Um.. Are you dead?"

Again another silent... I know.. Stupid For not doing anything but silent so that why I walk up to the mirror.. I raised my finger to my mouth and bit it.. I don't have blood but I have some that belong to the animals. I stood there and I wrote

"Hi my name is Damien.. I can only talk a little.. But writing is all I can do for the most.. And yes.. I am dead... and I'm the only one in this city that is still dead.."

As I wrote it back words.. I knew they read what I wrote but hey didn't said any thing..I could tell they were amused. I mean what I could I say..

..I'm one of the kind...

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