zombie log

there is no real death

My existence is a secret.

All this time, I was alone.

Hiding in the dark.

My body was so cold and stiff that I couldn't be seen unless touched.

I have troubles, that is, I have to pretend that I am not a zombie.

but people.

Of course I was once human too.

……

I died ten years ago.

No one found out the day I died.

Death is a painful process.So much so that I don't want to go through it a second time.

I won't experience it a second time either.

Yet I found that there was no real death.

All I kill is a body.Let it get cold and stiff.My skin lost its color and became loose and pale.

I got up from the ground to look in the mirror and was almost scared to death by how I looked.

I don't know why death is not what I thought it would be.

I turned into a zombie.

And back to everyone's sight again.However, no one noticed that I had changed.

I have no bloody face.Once he was actually asked how he made it like this, and he wanted to follow suit.I put my appearance on the Internet, and a website actually awarded me a representative of a non-mainstream visual department.

My eyes got bigger.Dark circles don't go away in a day.Had to wear glasses to cover up.But he is regarded as a trendy fashionista with retro Gothic style.

In reality, of course, no one seriously stopped to observe my changes.I changed the glasses on my nose to be larger, covering the dull eyes that best reveal the zombie in me.

After I turned into a zombie, I learned that I was worthless while I was alive.

Long after I died, no one noticed.

No one was surprised when I passed by people with the smell of the dead.

When I was alive, I also heard sweet talk and thought that I was very important to some people.But none of them even noticed my death.

I am completely different from what I used to be.I feel like I'm a different person, and it's a terrible feeling.I had to disappear from people's sight with a sense of desperation knowing the truth of my worthlessness.

This actually did not attract much attention.

Only one friend complained that I stopped waiting outside her house, at work.But they didn't ask me why I didn't show up at all.

I looked at my face in the mirror, and it seemed to me the face of a dead man.How did no one ever find out?

Here's my story as a zombie.

However, there is no plot in the novel or movie.

There is no exciting love, family affection, and friendship.As vacuum as my life.

First of all, I don't have any unique abilities, and I haven't turned into an aggressive, fast-moving monster like in the movie.My movements became slower after I became a zombie.Nor did I possess otherworldly charisma, on the contrary I always smelled of weird corpses.

Since I can't really die, I have to go to great lengths to hide that I'm a zombie.The first few years I used to put wax on my body throughout the day.Let the skin stop loosening, and the smell of the corpse is minimized.

I've been troubled for a long time that I didn't really die peacefully.

Then I knew why I didn't die...

But I don't want to talk about this reason now.

I didn't really die, but I didn't come back to life either.

I feel weird living in the interlayer between life and death.

And I didn't find that I have the same kind.

Maybe there is.Somewhere in the world, but I have no way to tell the difference.

I tried to find the same kind, but finally gave up.

A person hides in darkness.

Thinking about how long I will exist and how it will end.

Since I have already died.Then death would no longer be the last resort.

And I don't dare to try to turn myself into a bunch of pieces or whatever.I'm worried that even after I'm shattered, I still haven't reached the real death. In that case, I won't even have a rigid body.How terrible.

I hide in the dark every day, isolated from the world.

Finally one day, I thought I'd better find out why I became a zombie.

That would start when I was little.

For this I first went back to the place where I was born.