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

**NSFW! ** 
 
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 This is true horror. 
 
 Not the kind of `` oh-my-god-he's-shambling-towards-me-I-hope-I-can-reload-in-time'' horror. This is full-fledged `` OH-FUCK-THERE'S-EIGHT-OF-THEM-AND-THEY'RE-SPRINTING-AT-ME-AND-ALL-I-HAVE-IS-A-FIRE-EXTINGUISHER'' horror. 
 
 I've seen myself run down and devour children as their legs gave out from exhaustion. I've witnessed my body tear apart the helpless dying as they cry out for a savior. I've watched in wishful anticipation as a frightened man lifted his revolver to my head, only to be brought down from behind by an amorphous wave of undead arms. 
 
 I've had to act as a bystander while *my* body acts contrary to everything that I held high as a human being. It's done things that will haunt me for the rest of my existence -- which, if one takes into consideration my being a phantom, could very well be forever. 
 
 But you know what the worst part is, of all this? Of all the small crimes and grandiose horrors of having a front-row view to the ultimate torture? 
 
 *My fucking pants are down. * 
 
 Not at mid-thigh, not at my knees. They're at my *ankles. * I've been walking around for three months, dead, with my goddamn junk blowing in the wind. 
 
 And you know what the worst part of *that* is? It's the reactions I see. 
 
 I watch the faces of the doomed as they take in the initial horror of a rotund, yet surprisingly swift, zombie shambling towards them. And then I watch their face writhe in a second spate of horror as they notice my chubby, halfway-decomposed penis swaying lazily between my thighs, clapping and glooping about with my wrinkled, drooping testicles. 
 
 Not only am I an undead scourge, feasting on the flesh of the innocent and the unfortunate; I'm an immortal walking punchline, shuffling about without the slightest bit of shame or remorse. 
 
 This is so embarrassing.
