[ WP ] A ghost follows his zombie body around after he dies watching himself attack and eat people .

The chemical attack was swift and sudden. I felt my skin come alive with unimaginable pain before death finally took me. People hate death. They fear it. But I welcomed it, the most merciful thing I had ever received. 
 
 As I looked around, though, I noticed by scarred and burnt body lying on the ground beginning to stir. In fact, all the bodies were doing the same. Which, as odd of a sight as it was, made me realize that if I ’ m dead, how am I even viewing this right now. Thus, I looked down at my hands, which sure enough were transparent and ghastly. I was a ghost. And the chemicals had turned my previous body, along with everyone else ’ s into a zombie. 
 
 I followed my previous body for days on end, watching as it tore through living flesh and gorged itself on innocent people ’ s brains. The zombie pandemic had begun. The days stretched into weeks. During this entire time, I never once saw another ghost. It would seem for some reason I was all alone, the only one with some reason to live, to keep going. Although I ’ m pretty sure I was the only one who had wanted to die in that attack in the first place. Because of the pain, yes, but even before then, I simply wanted to pass away because of what I ’ d done. 
 
 At some point I lost count of the days. By then I had seen thousands upon thousands of living humans torn to pieces. I tried to stop it a few times, but being a ghost, there was nothing I could do. 
 
 Eventually my former body made its way into a forest on the outskirts of a town it had helped to tear apart with its fellow zombies. I watched helplessly as it caught the scent of a little girl, no older than six years old, hiding in her little blue dress behind a tree. It made its way over to her. She clutched her knees and trembled in fear, pleading with it not to hurt her. To not do what the other monsters had done to her parents. But the zombie would have none of it. And the girl was too scared to run. Or perhaps to exhausted. 
 
 This time… this time I couldn ’ t let it happen. I had to do something. I rushed at my former body and swung wildly, but my punches flew right through it. It had already grasped the little girl ’ s arm and was now proceeding to bite it clear off. I simply could take no more. And then I felt it. The reason I was still here, the only ghost around, bound to follow this body. My purpose had come. 
 
 My vision blurred as my sense of smell went into overdrive. I felt the wind blowing all over my body, something I hadn ’ t felt since I died. All my senses were coming back to me and more. And my emotions were off the chart. Anger surged through me. Only one thing was on my mind. One and only one thing. I had never thought so single-mindedly in all my life. I had to protect the girl. 
 
 The next thing I know I feel my teeth crunching down on bone. My vision is getting stronger as I see the zombie fall backwards and lose its grip on the girl. I tear through the zombie like a dog, gnawing on its rotten flesh and gulping down everything else, leaving its deliciously tainted bones in a pile on the ground. 
 
 “ Don ’ t worry, I ’ ll protect you, ” I said to the little girl. She just stared at me in disbelief. I suppose seeing a human tear through a zombie like that would do it. And then I felt my tail wag. It took only a matter of seconds to realize I was not human, not ghost, but a dog. I walked over on all four of my newly acquired paws and greeted the girl, who petted my head. I ’ m not proud to admit it, but it felt pretty good. 
 
 And then more zombies showed up, surrounding us. But they were no match for me. I thought being a ghost was weird. Having inhabited some strange dog ’ s body was weirder. But I had realized my purpose now. Why I had lived and the others simply passed on. This girl was important. Extremely important, for one reason or another. And it would be my duty to protect her from what I created. And that ’ s what I ’ ve been doing ever since, having single handily destroyed anything that threatened her. It may never repent for what I have done, but it was all I could do. My biggest fear would be that she finds out someday, but hopefully she never will. She's more important than she can possibly understand, and consequently in more danger too. Only time will tell if I can continue to protect her into the future. For all our sakes, I hope I can. 
 
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