A/N: I am just sort of grasping straws, but I really wanted to do a walker's thoughts. I hope you all like this short drabble, and Merry Christmas, everyone.

Drabble 2: A Walker's perspective (POV of Atlanta Walker in the countryside

Hungry. So hungry. I need food.

But who am I? What is my name?

I cannot remember. I do not know who I am. I know that I am here and that I am hungry.

I want food. Meat. Good, fresh warm meat.

My body cries out for hunger, for nourishment.

I have no need for thirst.

What is that infernally bright thing that burns my eye sockets? Must hide from it.

What is this strange object here? I know it, or else I don't.

What's this, there is a flesh and blood thing here.

Meat.

I groan and grab.

I bite.

It dies.

And I eat.

Then I move on, satisfied.

I see another one like me, a woman. I do not know what a woman is. Only that she is different from me. We are both not human. She walks by me, but we do not talk, simply stagger together toward the rest of the others. They must have food.

We will get the food.

They are eating what should be my food.

An animal of some kind, already pinned down by others.

I snarl and grab at them, but others brush me aside, eating what should be my food.

I hiss angrily, grabbing at another like me and biting it.

It hisses back before jumping on top of me and deciding to chase me away.

Now I am alone.

Another flesh creature.

A tasty one, too.

But then a strange sound-what is that-

And it is over.

The Walker is dead. Dead a second time.