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

There is n't an inch on my body that does n't hurt. I walk all day and all night, my joints and muscles ( what's left of them ) feel like they're ready to give out at any minute, but I do n't stop. I ca n't stop. I have no control over where I go. Any noise louder than a cricket attracts my body's attention and off I go making a beeline for whatever poor thing made that noise. I should taken myself out when I had the chance, this is torture. Being surrounded by hundreds of people all in the same excruciating situation, and not being able to interact in anyway, the only contact with other people is the lazy and mindless bumping around when we try to get through a door way. I understand that it's impossible for me to be saved, Even if I could somehow regain control of my boy I would collapse from pain, and since I'm already dead there is no way for me to recover from my injuries. I only hope I catch up with a group of survivors, so they can make this end.
