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

Back when I was a disgusting little breather - bleghhh: - ( - I never believed in any crazy shit like zombies, and I sure as dick didn ’ t believe in ghosts. But like forks on your wedding day... 
 
 The funny thing about this whole mess is that nothing about it seems weird AT ALL! It doesn ’ t feel wrong – not even slightly out of the norm. It's sort of like how once your boobs are finally grown and you feel as though you'd always had'em ( it ’ s true you do squeeze the hell out of those new tatas LOL ). 
 
 I will admit, though, I can ’ t stand watching myself eat. That part ’ s been a little bit of an adjustment. The killing is fine, but I really don ’ t like seeing fingers in my cheeks. It ’ s so obvious they ’ re hard to chew. And my table manners truly went to shit. I got liver stains all over what ’ s left of my tank top, a chunk of lung tissue in my pocket which I occasionally snack on, and I have all sorts of body gunk on my face and strewn throughout my hair. Also, I never eat these people whole. It ’ s really a big waste for everyone. But once they ’ re dead it ’ s just not the same, you know? 
 
 Although I see other zombies everywhere I go, I think the only ghost around these parts is me. I ’ m not sure why that is. I remember I got really pumped when I saw my first kill was gon na be dad and Nilen! I figured I ’ d have some familiar company and we ’ d all go haunt the shit out of Mrs. Bowser and her stupid cats. But they... they just died when I ate them. No ghosts came out. 
 
 I can still see the mortified look on poor Nilen ’ s face when she saw me go after dad. She was so pale and paralyzed with fear, her little lips trembling like a quivering mouse. I think it shocked her to see me rip his dick off. It was fucking HUGE LOL! She was always so tender... so sweet. Not as much meat on her as with dad, but the small of her back was delicious. 
 
 We ’ re running out of breathers here, though, and I ’ m starting to worry. I don ’ t know what it ’ s going to mean for me and my animated corpse. One day at a time, sweet Beelzebub. One day at a time. 

