The world had ended. Only a handful of survivors remained throughout the ruins someone would've called home. This city like many others across the undead world was plain and bare. Not many zombies were seen at all and one could make the estimate it was midday. Then footsteps in the ruined building closest to the dead forest. A wolf howled in the distance probably one of the mutants for all the animals had changed as well. Inside the building a younger looking zombie feasted on flesh of its prey. One of the survivors. The world had lost another one. Now 114 remained. Unexpectedly another figure tackled the monster before smashing its head into the ground repeatedly. The zombie had soon stopped moving and the person went over to the body it was feasting upon. He looked just like one of the survivors. But don't be fooled. There are many just like the survivors and actually are undead. He crouched down to the body and ripped a small chunk of meat off the corpse. He then began eating it slowly as tears rolled down his face. He was crying. It was no mistake he was an Imposter. He ate the dead to survive and had many of the overall zombie traits. Unexplained drooling and the bags under his eyes were very noticeable meaning he had not slept since he had been alive. But this one was different. He was crying whilst doing a very normal habit. Maybe he wanted to be alive again? Who knows? A person called out from outside the building and the Imposter cleaned himself up quickly. He cleaned the blood from his face and hands. Then he pulled himself together and walked out the building. Apparently, he had already found himself a group of two survivors. What a shame. They wouldn't last much longer with him around. Or would they?

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Finally found the motivation to kick this story off and will hopefully keep updating leisurely so i can enjoy it too :D