A funny story, this one. My friend made this up as we were walking to class and I made it real for him. I hope you like it as much as he did!
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"No, you idiot, this way!"
"No, not..." he sighed, "that way..."
The phantom grunted, following the corpse that happened to be his. He used to have light brown hair, though now it was a misty blue, with the rest of his body. His skin a foggy white, his eyes still their startling blue.
The thing he was following, which he had no choice in, was his dead body. He had died to the plague that now swept the world. People's dead bodies walked the streets, decaying and hungering for human flesh.
Yup... Zombies...
John, unfortunately, was still tethered to the walking moron of a zombie. He found it impossible at first, but slowly accepted it... slowly. Now he was a wandering spirit attached to a body that was once his, and he had no choice but to follow.
The zombie walked into a wall of brick, groaning as he did so. John sighed, wanting to slap it, but was unable to.
"Your so stupid! You walked into a WALL. It's not like it's invisible!" John ranted, taking his frustrations on something that couldn't even hear him.
John, once observing how the thing he now was, figured out that the things hunted down fellow people using their hearing. If the thing could hear him, he would lead it around like that, but alas, he had to watch as the idiotic thing walked into a pole.
"What have I done to deserve this?" John asked, looking at the sky for a sign.
It was light out, with the night breaking for the dawn. Bright oranges and reds broke away the navy blue of night.
"This is not going to be fun is it?" John asked his dead body, which had just fallen, crushing it's decaying nose with a sickening crunch.
John face-palmed, not knowing what else to do. He followed behind the zombie, listening for any sign of life nearby. Hearing a bit of scampering, both John and the walking corpse walked over to it. John hoped it wasn't human, or anything, really.
It ended up being a rabbit, mud and blood covering it's once-white coat. John looked away as his decaying body ate it, bones and all. That was just... no. You don't kill bunnies. EVER. It was cruel. John sighed, following the zombie on it's brain-dead search for more food.
Sighing, John looked at the corpse.
"Your an idiot... I hate you," he got no response, "and I'm insane for talking to you..."
With that, the day was silent with the groans of zombies and the occasional scream of a victim.