Well... Hi, I think. Not much else to say but... I'm dead. I'm a cold, dead, emotionless zombie, along with the rest of my neighborhood... Well most of my neighborhood. My name is, or was, Sarah. I guess my new name is, AHHH or OH MY GOD because that's what people say when they see me. Why don't I tell you how this all happened, okay?
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I started my perfect day on a Movie Set, dressed as some sort of fairy for a movie, just twelve days before the "incident". I was eight at the time, my birthday was just two days later. They had stories if people, loved ones, turning to cannibalism, but no one payed attention. 'It's just the way they are.' People said.
Ten days later, though, the reports were coming in frequently saying that many people witnessed others killing and eating humans. I've seen pictures... They liked horrible... Pale... White eyed... They couldn't speak, they just made gurgling noises of some sort then ran off and attacked others.... Two days later, with reports of the same coming in three times everyday, my family and I were going to leave and never come back, at least until it all stopped but I had a feeling it never would.

I stood in my living room, my parents opened the door, and in came a madman. He attacked my parents! Blood was everywhere, I couldn't stand the sight anymore, my parents lifeless bodies fell to the floor and I ran upstairs onto the roof where I knew I would be safe. I spent two days, the nights became colder. Soon it was too cold to be sitting here so I went inside next morning, on the third day, into my room. I wish I hadn't... As soon as I opened my door a zombie fell in top of me, bit me...
I managed to get away but it was already too late, I was bitten. I've seen people turn, people who I've known for years, they got bit and ran away. The next day I saw them on the streets, dead, a zombie.

I climbed onto my roof once more and waited... I felt the heat of the bite spreading throughout my veins. I passed out while the sun was setting. And... This is where I'm at, the street looking for food, with others. People I knew and loved. I sometimes see survivors passing through with their group and guns. I secretly wish I had survived long enough to meet one person who could protect me... But this is my fate, and I'm hungry all the time. It's instinct to attack them, I'm doing good, I've got five survivors in my lifetime or death, as it were, so far!

It's not so bad.