ZaePOV-

As I walked into Zombieland it looked like many people were frazzled. I began walking down the main street in Zombieland and saw many zombies running their hands through their hair. I had just about made it to my house, when I was hit from the side with a raised voice screaming in my ear.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" My ear began to ring due to the decibel level.

"Level Liza." I told her, using the nickname I gave her when we were little, ringing my finger in my ear once she let me go. "I promise I will tell you, but first I should let my family know I'm okay." I told her, and looked at another zombie, and when his eyes met mine I could see the relief in his eyes. I placed my hand over my heart, and bowed my head to him. This is a sign of respect in Zombie culture, one I've had to use more than I can count.

We interlinked our arms, and finished the walk to my house. We walked in the door, and I was immediately, again, attacked.

"Zae, you're okay!" Zoey cried, and I immediately let go of Eliza, and picked up my little sister.

"Hey" I said to her when I saw the tears in her eyes. "You know me, I'm always okay." I said, winking at her as we walked into the house. Zed looked up at our approaching footsteps, and immediately deflated, where our father looked at me and huffed.

"You disappeared again." Zenon said, his voice sounding gruff with annoyance.

"I'm sorry." I told him, knowing that no matter what I said, he wouldn't care. He never has before, despite my attempts. He scoffed, and brushed past me, mumbling under his breath that I just do it for the attention. I watched him walk away, before turning to my brother, and accepting the hug he offered.

"What happened Zae?" He asked, as I sat down. Zoey refused to let me go, so I sat on the chair with her in my lap.

"I guess I had one of my episodes, and ended up in the Forbidden forest." His eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to tell them the rest of the story, but for some reason got the feeling not to talk about the Wolves. I don't know why I wasn't supposed to tell them about the Wolves, but Zombies are taught from a young age to listen to their instincts, so I did just that. I closed my mouth , sand looked at the three most important people in my life, wondering how they were going to feel if they ever find out about the wolves, and that I knew about them and didn't tell anyone.

"Why would you have gone in the forest?" I shook my head while shrugging, looking at him and Eliza. I could tell they were both about to say something so I jumped in before they could.

"I have no idea. It's not like I had a choice." He opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself, nodding. He had seen me during my "episodes" as we call them, Eliza however had not.

"What do you mean you don't have a choice?" I looked at her, and finally decided to tell her about my episodes. She knew I had them, but had never seen me while I was having one.

"When I have one of my episodes my eyes glazed over, and, in a way, it's like I'm sleepwalking." She looked at me, with confusion.

"Your eyes glaze over, what does that mean?" I opened my mouth to respond but Zed beat me to it.

"Her eyes become almost pure white. You can see the green of her iris still, but it is all filmy and white."

"Wow. I wish I knew what causes that? Do you know when one is about to happen?" I nodded.

"Me too. I hate worrying everyone, and sometimes I can tell. There are sometimes where I start feeling extremely light-headed and I almost feel like I'm being pulled from my body. Other times, like last night, I don't know because I'm asleep, or I'm having my attack so my brain is not focusing enough to pick up the subtle cues." I said, and glanced out the window to see a couple of people looking in the window. I waved at them, placing my hand over my heart, and bowing my head, as I did with the man earlier. They nodded, and walked away.

This is one of the parts of being a Zombie that I like a lot more than what I've heard of human culture. If something bad happens to humans, like what just happened to me, they would have a small group of people rally around to help the family, but in the Zombie community if something like what happened happens to a family, everyone shows up to help. The whole community almost knows about my episodes and attacks, and they are more than willing to help my family when they need it. That is going to be great for when I'm…gone. Zed doesn't like talking about it, but he knows… he was there for my appointment when I found out. It was like a slap in the face, but I have to be strong for my family. They need me to be okay, so that is what I'm going to be, until I'm not.