《Zombies Have Feelings Too!》


 Chapter 1 - Prolouge

    I don¡¯t remember who I am, or how I got here. All I do all day is walk around and think. I would talk to myself if it wasn¡¯t for the fact that my throat is missing. I don¡¯t know where it went, it was just never there. Don¡¯t know how I knew it was there at one point, I just knew I was supposed to have one, just like I know I¡¯m missing a few fingers on my left hand.


    There are others like me, but they don¡¯t seem to think like me, they only lumber around and groan, even though some of them still have throats, so maybe they just aren¡¯t feeling well? I doubt it, as some of them have bit of metal and shrapnel sticking out of them. They don¡¯t seem to mind it though, and just lumber without a care. I don¡¯t like being with them because they¡¯re kind of depressing, so I just stay by myself.


    It¡¯s been like this for years, with no end in sight. I¡¯m pretty sure I¡¯m supposed to be getting hungry and thirsty, but the feeling never came and it doesn¡¯t seem to be affecting me in any way, so I just put it out of my mind.


    Though I said I don¡¯t remember who I am, I still have vague understandings about the world, like what things are and what they do, but I don¡¯t really know where I know this stuff from, so I just don¡¯t think too hard about it.


    One day, a car comes driving through the neighborhood I was staying in for the next few months. It looked like a group of people, normal ones, not like the groaning people.


    I was laying down on the road they were driving down, so I decided to move so I wouldn¡¯t be run over. Not that it would matter anyways, I haven¡¯t felt pain for as long as I can remember, but for some reason still know the feeling.


    Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.As I get up, the woman driving seemed to have noticed me, and tried to swerve out of the way. Don¡¯t know why she did though, the other people like her never seemed to care about hitting and killing us.


    After she missed me while swerving, the car came to a halt a few feet in front of me and the door was swung open by a large man. The man proceeded to pull out what looked to be a blooded bat, and prepared to swing it at me.


    The swing looked like it contained at least a level of experience and was aimed at my head. I¡¯ve seen what happened to those groaners who got hit in the head, they usually died, so I wasn¡¯t about to let this guy smash my head in. I raised my left arm and intercepted the swing while blocking my head. The force was enough to break my arm.


    The man was shocked, but didn¡¯t stop his attack, and instead took a quick step back to try and swing again. I didn¡¯t allow this and lunged towards him, grabbing his bat and neck.


    I would have told him to stop, but I still lacked a throat, so I just settled for shaking my head to attempt and convey my thoughts.


    The shocked expression that had turned to a terrified one turned back to a shocked one.