I take full credit for this .-. It was my idea... But don't bother reading it __________________________ Entry 1: Zombie life You know, zombies aren't such bad guys. At least, I'm not, though I've retained my personality and mind power after becoming one. After you get over the fact that your body is decaying as you walk and you have a serious craving for flesh, it's not so bad. I can't even feel pain, plus it seems I can lift more that I could before Here's the real problem though. A good conversation is impossible to get. Here are my efforts, as recorded with the one I named "Sam" "Hey Sam!" "Mmmrgh" "Yes, the weather is nice, isn't it. How've you been?" "Urrrgh" "That's right, I'm Jason. Glad you remember me. I've been great too!" And so on and so forth. I've seen some survivors, before being hopelessly surrounded and mobbed by "Sam" and his friends. I think becoming a zombie dulled my feelings
Entry 0: the REAL beginning Dear Journal: I should've explained more with that first entry, but I didn't. Anyway, my name is Jason Onyx, your friendly neighborhood zombie boy. But I was originally an inhabitant of this fair Fairfalls, named for the very nice waterfalls on the rocks about a mile out. I "used" to have fairly short brown hair, with nice green eyes, a slender-ish build and tall, but now I'm rotting flesh, with grey skin, hair, but classic green eyes. Lucky me. And then, green bio-weapon gas, fired from who-knows-where and who-knows-when. Turned everyone into mindless zombies, and me into a mindful zombie. Hooray. I get to know that I'm a corpse. Anyhow, I woke up after the gassing about a week later to gnawing hunger, so I went to search for some food. At that time, I was little more than the mindless folk, and I attacked an actual survivor, reducing him to nothing after a few minutes. Oh, man, I will never forget the fear and pain I saw on his face. Why me?
This reminds me of a preveiws I saw for a movie coming out..... Are you SURE this was COMPLETELY 100% your idea? *raises eyebrow suspiciously*