• When humans think of life and death, they think you die once and you live once. But like most times, those humans are wrong. I lived once and died three times.
    I don't remember my first life, its dulled out by my cravings most likely. All I know is that I was once a female, I know this because if I pass a mirror for a breif second I can see the rotting and tearing flesh of a once beautiful women. I try to remember myself, but everytime I do, I feel this horrible craving that can only be tamed by the horrible taste of human flesh.
    Humans also thought that once a person became a zombie they died in and out. that isn't true though. At least not for me. I still feel. I feel pain and fear, like the humans I devour. It horrible. I can somtimes choose which way I want my body to go, but thats only if luck has it that the livings aren't around.
    I stay in this one town. Probably eating most of it's population. I walk and walk and search the houses, but I have no idea what for. Is it for the taste of flesh which my body drives me to eat? Or is it the wanting, the wanting to know who I once was? I don't know. My body always confuses my mind, trying to push out the human thoughts, and just consume me with blank feeling of the stupid undead.
    I refer to myself as "Sam" because my human thoughts began to think that having a name would make me more human. I picked up this name a little later in my undead life. It was a sad way to pick it up but I thought it fit me. It had been a while since I'd eaten so when my body sensed a human it was happy. I sprinted towards the poor man, shreiking and crying in fear. I tore and ate his flesh chewing on his flesh. After the man was finished off, I found a necklace neck to the remaining peices of the dead man. A necklace with little writing blocks that spelled out "Samantha". It must have been his daughter. The more I thought the more i realized I liked the name Sam. And i have been calling myself that since.