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

It seemed to last an eternity, the sharp, pinching bite, the hot, steamy blood, and then the cold, unforgiving nothingness. It was as if I had been like that for years, decades, centuries. And then I was back, but not... there. *Who is that? * I think, looking at a familiar cadaver. *Oh my god! That's... * I cover my mouth with my hand in disbelief. 
 
 *It's me. * I whisper. The corpse began to stir, rising back up... but... it was n't *me*. It stood there for half a second, then immediately ran out of the building I was in, straight to the nearest living thing. My eyes widened as I came to the realization of exactly who that was. 
 
 I run ahead of myself to my family `` Get the hell out of here!'' I shout, `` What in god's name are you waiting for, goddammit!?'' Then I saw their faces. Tears streaming down their face, their lips pouted, and their brows furrowed. They knew. 
 
 They knew what happened. They knew what was about to happen. They all knew. They did n't even jump when I broke down the door. All they did was look in horror, because not only were they going to die a horrible, painful death, followed by an eternity of unrest, but it was going to be by their father's, their brother's, and their husband's hands. In their eyes I saw the thing that will never leave me. It was not only dread, not just horror... but also betrayal. 
 
 It was me! Out of millions of undead, I was the one to end their lives. I was the one who tore out my brother's eyes. I was the one to take a chunk out of my wife's thigh. I was the one that ripped out my little girl's heart and eat it in front of her dying mother. I was the last thing that they saw.
