[ WP ] A zombie apocalypse story told from the perspective of a zombie .

Brains. I bang my head once again at the door. I do n't remember why. Brains. In the inside. A familiar face. Brains. 
 
 A woman. Brains. I try to remember. Who is she? Brains? A word travels through me. Wife. Brains. Inside, Wife is arguing with Brains. I do n't understand their words, but I still hear them. Brains. 
 
 `` No. My husband is n't even cold.'' 
 
 `` I do n't mean now. But sooner or later...'' 
 
 `` And how much time do you think we have? We have enough water for like a week tops. `` 
 
 Water? Tops? Brains. 
 
 `` And no weapons thanks to...'' 
 
 She slapped him. Brains. 
 
 `` He fucking died for your sorry ass! Show some fucking gratitude.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, he got himself killed. Great.'' 
 
 She slapped him again. Brains. 
 
 `` I would rather sleep with my husbands rotting corpse than with you.'' 
 
 `` Oh, really, let's invite him inside then! ``, he said, moving towards the door Brains. Brains. 
 
 `` You fucking...'' 
 
 `` Hey Ben, come inside. Bella wants to have sex with you! It.. did n't fall of, right.'' 
 
 `` If I still had the Gun...'' 
 
 `` Well but you do n't! ``, he said, turning around suddenly. The nails securing the door loosened. He cornered her. `` And I'm kind of sick of your attitude right now.'' 
 
 She tried to slpa him again. But he punched her instead. Brains. The door began giving way. 
 
 `` NO! ``, she screamed as she struggled. 
 
 `` This will hurt less if you do n't struggle.'' 
 
 Brains. I push harder. Brains. Brains. 
 
 `` No, THE DOOR!'' 
 
 Brains. Brains. I push in the Brains and wander towards the Brains. Brains. 
 
 `` Fuck!'' 
 
 Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains.
