Memoirs of a Zombie

Chapter 1

It's happening. I used my last measure of strength to gaze down at the infected wound in my torso, thick, black blood gushing out of it like a waterfall come alive. I can't… hold on any longer. The comfort of the otherworld was pillowing the pain that was ferociously ripping me apart from the physical world. Peace. An unclear motion of people could be seen hovering above me. What are they doing? I could see them calling out to me. Their cries of desperation clawing at me.

Whispers. I could hear whispers. But you all seem so far away. I dug deep to find a hidden reservoir of strength to reach out, even if by curiosity to see if I could touch them. But my body wouldn't move. They all seemed so far away. I'm drowning… so peaceful…. No more pain… A strained gaze looked upwards. I could see the blurred shapes of people moving. Am I in a hospital? Something was coming down on me. Suddenly I was rushing towards the shapes. Their desperate whispers were becoming ferocious shouts. In a heartbeat, a violent shock vibrated down my entire body, forcing the spine I once called mine to curl up in a seizure. The pain was back. Oh god… just let me go…

The shock dissipated out of my body as it plumped back down onto what I imagined to be a hospital bed. The shouts returned to distant whispers. Why are they doing this to me? The final darkness of the otherworld rushed into me, like a flood finding a new path. Such warmth! I could feel all the good deeds of my life lifting me into the warm shine of the heart of the otherworld. No more pain.

As I rose into the realm of freedom, I was suddenly jerked to a stop. The shock vibrated through my presence, disrupting my peace and imprisoning me into confusion. I felt something tug at my ankle. I looked down. There was a long invisible chain reaching down from my presence and into my body. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. Something was keeping me attached to my body. But what? I couldn't quite see properly, I wasn't entirely connected to the physical world like I was before. I descended towards the focus of my body. What I saw shocked me. Panic coursed through my presence. What obscenity is it? My body was alive!

The distant cries of panic echoed in the room. I was seeing clearly now. The distant cries were becoming closer and closer. Oh god! What is happening to me? My body had pinned one of the doctors against the wall, as it dug its teeth into his cheek, draining the stream of life out of him. His compassion for the dying was gone now, filled only with the hopelessness of a losing battle. After watching for a long 30 seconds, the man's head finally slumped against his shoulder, as my body mindlessly backed away, allowing the doctors lifeless body to slump into an awkward shape on the blood flooded floor.

I stared. 20 long minutes must have passed. Why wasn't my body doing anything? What was happening? Why is this happening to me? I can't just stay attached here, I have to get away! I have to get away from this! I turned around and walked away, but I was stopped by an invisible barrier. Taking a breath, I tried to force my way through the dense energy, attempting to break free from my ties to the forlorn and hell-like world I was now banished to. But to no avail. Oh no. I'm moving! The world before my eyes was being pulled away from me. I turned my transparent head around, and understood that I was being dragged along with my body. Why? Why me? It was only yesterday that I was a head accountant at NBC. I was such a successful and, may I vainly say, a beautiful business woman.

Confusion flooded into me. I strained my memory, but no such information could be recalled. I don't remember my name. She watched her body move and she allowed her presence to be swept along with the winds of fate. My age. How old was I? Did I have any children? My line of thinking was suddenly interrupted with the loud sound of the rhythmic pattern of disrupted air. What is that light? I glared towards the light, my squinting eyes making out this new and mysterious shape. Is that a helicopter? My body had pushed it's way past the glass barriers and found it's way onto the hospital roof. This wasn't a hospital helicopter though.

So strange. I could clearly see inside the main area of the landed vehicle as a slender man in a suit glared down at my body, studying it, a glean of creative interest channeling in his eyes. Two combat clothed men rushed past him, onto the roof, and stationed themselves before the mechanical beast, armed with standard sub-machine guns. " Perfect. Take her and any other infected specimens you find on this floor. They will be our opportunity to turn things around. "I stared at them from across the roof, bewildered with a sense of the unknowing. What's going on?