I found a typewriter in the house of an elderly couple today. After eating them I wondered through the house looking at the pictures. I have only been a zombie for a little more than a week and I must say, it takes some getting used to. Did you know that zombies don’t sleep? I think that’s why we are always so cranky. I can feel my mind and body slowly slipping away. I fear that they will degrade until they come to rest at the lowest level possible for existence. I think I will try to make some zombie friends.
A zombie that I named Frank fell into an open manhole today. I tried to help him out. Found a rope and lowered it to him. He grabbed it and I pulled. Got his arms out safely. He is still there. Zombies don’t die so he will be there for a very long time. That sucks.
Wandered into old neighborhood. Ate Bob and Sandy. Saw my wife. Tried so hard to tell her love her. She run fast. Maybe cause it came out “ARGARGARGGRAGRGARGARGRA!!!!” Being zombie is lonely. Miss wife. And Frank.
BE zombie no fun. Ate Chinese man. hungry hour later. Cold much. Zombie has bad circulation.
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