DAY TWO: Thoughts to Think

I kept walking down the street. Just walking. No idea where I was headed, or even meant to go. Just simply walking. I wasn't sure what I was thinking anymore. The thoughts in my head are scattered. The world is a zombie infested one at this point. No sign of any survivors yet. And if there is, my only thought is to go after them. No one is on my side, you can't speak with other zombies. We can't speak at all if our mouths were all ripped apart, just groan and think. We can think, just until it gets worse. Much too worse. Apparently, I'm not too bad yet, it's only day two of my new life.

The sky was filled with smoke. The brownish gray color filling the air. A group of zombies in the middle of the street attacking each other for one live human. I couldn't resist, I ran as fast as I could (which wasn't as fast as I would have being alive) to the group of zombies. The survivor was screaming in pain. I remember that scene. It was a clear scene just about a day ago. But that wasn't what I cared about at the moment. I pushed the zombies with all of my force and got to the survivor. Scratching her arms and biting her was what I did. The other zombies pulling at me and groaning. My thoughts meant almost nothing even to myself. 

The pain is gone. I haven't felt pain since that zombie caught me. It's hard to remember how anything felt anymore. I'm becoming emotionless, painless, and my thoughts are only fading everyday. And this was only the second day. And now I'm thinking, maybe it isn't as bad as I am making it. After all, who is going to fix this? Any survivors on the outside of town just locked us in. But what do they know? We're running out of food, and there is nothing that is going to stop us.